Even Newer(er) Tavern Thread: The Hanged Man
Mewness
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"And is he so utterly without friends that he must beg for help in this establishment?" asks "Harold" sardonically. "Who is your master? His name, at least, you must reveal if you want any more attention from this quarter."
twilsemail
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Reeve sniffs audibly in distate at the first comment. As if his master would stoop so low as to ask his friends to perform such a task. As if he wanted his "friends" to know such a task was necessary.
"Well into your cups then? I can certainly repeat myself if necessary. I work for the Merchant Lord Rustavich."
"Well into your cups then? I can certainly repeat myself if necessary. I work for the Merchant Lord Rustavich."
Hú Lí sidles up to the newcomer. She taps once on her drum to gain his attention.
"Are you waiting for someone?" she asks. "Or are you interested only in solitary drinking?"
OOC: Whaddaya mean, "not a looker in the bunch?" 
"Well, I'm not really waiting for anyone yet, so I guess I'm here to drink until the wisdom falls out of my head"
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nerdytenor
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A human enters the tavern. At first glance, one might think him a beggar - he is thin, and his body has all the markings of someone who spends almost all his time outdoors. His eyes seem to carry an enormous amount of accumulated suffering. But those same eyes appear incredibly alert and knowing. All of his clothes appear hand-made - his hide armor and makeshift boots, his gloves and collar. Strapped across his back is a spear made of bone, twine, and steel. It glows faintly, humming with wild magic.
He glances around the tavern and grunts. He approaches the bar slowly as if he has never been in a tavern before. There is an awkward silence as the bartender awaits his order.
"Drink."
The bartender looks as if he is about to speak, perhaps to ask the newcomer to be more specific. But one look into those dark, brooding eyes is enough to convince him not to make the attempt. He serves up the most popular of ales, and the man places a few coppers on the counter.
"Thank you, Mr..." the bartender says, slightly fearfully.
"Jonathan. Jonathan Granville."
He glances around the tavern and grunts. He approaches the bar slowly as if he has never been in a tavern before. There is an awkward silence as the bartender awaits his order.
"Drink."
The bartender looks as if he is about to speak, perhaps to ask the newcomer to be more specific. But one look into those dark, brooding eyes is enough to convince him not to make the attempt. He serves up the most popular of ales, and the man places a few coppers on the counter.
"Thank you, Mr..." the bartender says, slightly fearfully.
"Jonathan. Jonathan Granville."
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Mewness
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[sblock=ooc]Huh. I actually went back to look to see whether the master's name had been mentioned, and I somehow missed it. Oh well, Scarmiglione is only as smart as his player =)[/sblock]
H.M.Gimlord
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Eithal, though silent has been paying attention to the proposal being discussed. Now she breaks her silence, "Oh come own Scar-ah meen 'Hay-rolled', yew know these felluhs down't tayell yew the deetayells lessun yew get 'em intah a pry-vuht room, all hushed-like."
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Aperion looks around and sighs. He's just getting more drunk and nothing else. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
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