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Friday, 10th July, 2009, 03:29 AM #11
Novice (Lvl 1)
Before the door could close behind Tor, a hand snaked in from outside and opened it back up. A razorclaw shifter strolled in, a small grin on his face.
He wore hide clothing that left his lower legs and arms free. Tied to his right bicep were several red feathers, obviously old and cared for. He carried no visible weapons, and had only a small pouch on his rawhide belt and a tattered satchel on his shoulder for possessions. His skin was the deep brown of varnished mahogany, and one of his canines was chipped.
"And I'm Mesa." Making his way to the bar, he sat in the first empty seat available and curled his toes over the lower brace. He sighed at the relief from a long day's walk to get here. That done, he glanced around the tavern with obvious interest. It seemed as though he'd never been in a tavern before. In point of fact, he hadn't.
Waving for a drink, he cocked his head to listen to the apparently engrossing conversation occurring right next to him.
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Friday, 10th July, 2009, 04:19 PM #12
Enchanter (Lvl 12)
Finishing his mug, Trevor stands up and leave the Inn, without a word.
"Experience is that great thing that allow you to see a mistake when you do it again."
Friday, 10th July, 2009, 10:31 PM #13
Waghalter (Lvl 7)
Shaggy creatures entering the bar shakes Veruzak from his reverie. Cheers! Seeing the bartender busy with other patrons, the ashen robed wizard reaches over the bar, snatching another cup and pouring from draft. The mug slides down the bar, making a perfect stop in front of Mesa, I'm Veruzak. No obvious weaponry, Eladrin fingers trace the air, and Veruzak stumbles a little, oh, I've been drinking a bit much then, eh... taking a short glance at the bar, Veruzak notices his four empty glasses. Hmm...*I don't remember when I drank last...* Anyway, it's nice to meet you. Do you know that guy, indicating the Shifter that moved further into the room. Or did you two just start a great joke?
Last edited by CaBaNa; Friday, 10th July, 2009 at 10:39 PM.
Friday, 10th July, 2009, 11:30 PM #14
Myrmidon (Lvl 10)
New Adventure : Zombies and Crooks
Saturday, 11th July, 2009, 03:57 AM #15
Saturday, 11th July, 2009, 04:33 AM #16
Novice (Lvl 1)
Mesa took a long pull from the mug. Not bad, he thought. It wasn't like the drinks he was used to back with his family; their drinks had more bite and less flavor than this one did. "Nah, I've never met the fella before; we're both of shifter blood, but he's got the look of a wolf to my eye. Not cat like me and mine are. And if we're to be a joke, where's the punchline?"
He grinned at Veruzak. "But I appreciate the beer, boyo. I just got into the city proper today, and truth be told I'm a bit out of sorts. Have ye been here for long? In Daunton, I mean. Ye don't exactly look like a local. What brought ye here?"
Saturday, 11th July, 2009, 05:28 AM #17
Matlal observes the newcomers to the bar as the ever talkative Veruzak begins conversing with them. He opts to merely respond to the wizard's conversation, however. "Ja mon, lotsa bad juju out dere. Gotta be careful, careful, les' ja get turned inta a sheep." He seems to go into his mantra again, "Slowly, slowly." He nods, as if that satisfactorily sums up the situation.
He turns to the bartender, and after fumbling over a few orders that weren't available or understood he finally manages to secure a tall mug of some spicy smelling spirits. With a satisfied nod he tips the drink to his mouth. Perhaps the drink is getting to his head, but he's feeling somewhat restless in the inn.
Saturday, 11th July, 2009, 06:03 AM #18
Myrmidon (Lvl 10)
Zombies and Crooks
Last edited by Mal Malenkirk; Saturday, 11th July, 2009 at 06:16 AM.
Saturday, 11th July, 2009, 06:29 AM #19
Saturday, 11th July, 2009, 02:40 PM #20
Cutpurse (Lvl 5)
After debating with Veruzak, Montroya sits back and pulls some charcoal and a sheet of paper from his pack. He artfully began sketching the bar and it's inhabitants, pausing when the two shifter's came in. The deva continues his drawing but stops when Matlal has trouble ordering some food. Grimacing at the pork in front of him, he stand and approaches the foreigner.
"I noticed that you tried to order some fish there? I think they have some down at the docks. I'm not in the mood for pork anymore, and I'm still hungry." The deva shrugs uncomfortably. "I'm not a fish eater myself, but if you want to join me down there, we can walk together until I find something else."
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