Having finally recovered from his seasickness, Teion set out upon the town looking for something to refill his now empty stomach. As he searched, he heard a commotion from a nearby tavern and, looking inside, saw what appeared to be a monstrous heap of muscle that would have been bearing down upon a fairly small young man, if not for the sword of an even smaller maiden poking him in the gut. He proceeded to lean against the door frame , lazily manipulating an almost black, pulsating ball of energy in one hand.
"I'd say there's a bit much for you to chew on your plate at the moment, big guy. Might want to rethink where that limb's going," as he gestured toward the giant hunk of pointy metal he likely calls a sword as well as the meat-hook near it. "Would be quite a shame if you suddenly found yourself......" He cracked a small grin as he kicked himself inside for the pun, "needing a hand.with things." The orb then began to crackle menacingly, sparking between different points on it's surface as if it were aching to break loose and demolish everything it could.