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<blockquote data-quote="Brother Dave" data-source="post: 6391849" data-attributes="member: 80003"><p>Time seemed to drag on this evening. Bran had been through several sets so far, acting out tales, alternating ballads and raucous drinking songs, leading the crowd in songs until his voice started to fail. <span style="color: #a52a2a"><em>They can't complain that I haven't given them their money's worth tonight, </em></span>he thought, his throat dry and his feet and fingers sore. <span style="color: #a52a2a"><em>Time for a break.</em></span> He waved at the crowd, hefted his lute, and headed to the bar. </p><p></p><p> His gaze lingered for a moment on an uncomfortable looking dark haired girl sitting nervously at a small table by herself. She had a look about her, something familiar. She looked.....furtive? Hunted? He shook his head, laughing at himself. <span style="color: #a52a2a"><em>Takes one to know one.</em></span> Knowing that his attention would probably just make her nervous, he forced himself to look away and move on.</p><p></p><p>The room was crowded, but Bran finally found an empty stool next to a tough looking gnome lass sitting on the bar itself. Her feet were propped on the stool, and she was leaning back, obviously enjoying her sampling of the new brew. <span style="color: #a52a2a"><em>Looks like it's not her first, either.</em></span> He tipped his hat to her with an amused smile, then gestured to the barkeep for a (watered down) drink of his own and plopped down on the stool, his back to the bar so he could keep an eye on the crowd and the door. </p><p></p><p>He took a few moments to mentally review his performance, then turned his thoughts to some of the more interesting patrons he'd seen enter the tavern. He'd been on edge throughout his performance, his nerves forcing him to glance with some apprehension at the door every time someone new had entered, and a few of the people who came in stood out in his mind. </p><p></p><p>The flame-haired man with the lute and the vaguely elven features had drawn most of the female eyes in the room - and quite a few of the male eyes as well. The man had waved a friendly greeting - professional courtesy, he knew, for a fellow performer - which Bran returned absently with a nod. <span style="color: #a52a2a"><em>Maybe I should ask him to share a song... No, if he wants to join me on stage I'm sure he'll approach me. Probably just wants to enjoy the premiere in peace.</em></span></p><p></p><p>The man had drawn so much attention that Bran had almost missing the girl who slipped in behind him. Her eyes seemed haunted as she glanced around and quickly moved into the shadows where he'd lost track of her, but her scarred hands and the hints of muscle suggested she could take care of herself. <span style="color: #a52a2a"><em>She's a looker, too,</em></span> he thought appreciatively, <span style="color: #a52a2a"><em>though she's no Tessa,</em></span> he added loyally. <span style="color: #a52a2a"><em>Probably has to fight off more than her share of 'admirers'.</em></span></p><p></p><p>Thoughts of Tessa brought his mind back to the threat posed by Lord Armiger. He had mixed feelings about the possibility of seeing him here tonight. He certainly didn't look forward to seeing *him* - or his inevitable guards - but the thought of possibly seeing Tessa on his arm had his heart rate quickening every time he considered it. He sighed, then shook the thought out of his head and went back to pondering some of the more unusual guests.</p><p></p><p>The most interesting by far was the attractive young Tiefling lass in the glasses and heavy cloak. Not just because she was a Tiefling - they were unusual, but a common enough sight these days. And the cloak itself was worth noting, with its swirling patterns. But the <em>monkey</em> - <em>that</em> was remarkable. <span style="color: #a52a2a"><em>You don't see many of those around.</em></span> There was something odd about its back, too, though he couldn't place it. Based on their behavior, they were obviously very attached to each other. </p><p></p><p>He looked around the common room, trying to spot them again, and eventually found the monkey sitting on a table, stuffing its mouth full of nuts from a bowl. The Tiefling girl was intently studying a tome in front of her and....<span style="color: #a52a2a"><em>knitting?</em></span>...seemingly oblivious to the activity around her. He raised an eyebrow at the knitting, then smiled in genuine delight as he watched the monkey. Seeing it brought back memories - the good memories, from before he discovered his parents' secret life. One of the stagehands at the theater had owned one, a little smaller than the one here tonight. <span style="color: #a52a2a"><em>Well, more like it owned him,</em></span> he thought, smiling again, remembering the mischief and chaos the creature had caused. His smile slipped for a moment. <span style="color: #a52a2a"><em>That life is behind me, now. No sense dwelling on it,</em></span> he told himself sternly. Still, he couldn't help watching the monkey's antics for a while with a wistful look on his face.</p><p></p><p>He eventually tore his eyes from the monkey and continued sweeping the room, spotting once again the slim pixie-haired girl with the shield on her back sitting primly at a table. He frowned slightly as he remembered how out of place, how uncomfortable she had looked as she came in. <span style="color: #a52a2a"><em>I doubt she's ever been in one of these places before. Probably not a drinker. Wonder what she's doing here at the premier of a new brew, of all times? Must be a story there.</em></span> </p><p></p><p>He watched her for a moment more, then resumed his scan until he heard the door open again. His eyes immediately snapped back to the entrance, and he sighed in mixed relief and frustration when he saw it was just a couple of sailors staggering in, looking like they'd already been drinking elsewhere. No doubt they'd be passed out on the floor somewhere before long. </p><p></p><p>Satisfied he had the lay of the room again, he kept one eye on the door and let his mind drift as he sipped at his watery beer...</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Brother Dave, post: 6391849, member: 80003"] Time seemed to drag on this evening. Bran had been through several sets so far, acting out tales, alternating ballads and raucous drinking songs, leading the crowd in songs until his voice started to fail. [COLOR=#a52a2a][I]They can't complain that I haven't given them their money's worth tonight, [/I][/COLOR]he thought, his throat dry and his feet and fingers sore. [COLOR=#a52a2a][I]Time for a break.[/I][/COLOR] He waved at the crowd, hefted his lute, and headed to the bar. His gaze lingered for a moment on an uncomfortable looking dark haired girl sitting nervously at a small table by herself. She had a look about her, something familiar. She looked.....furtive? Hunted? He shook his head, laughing at himself. [COLOR=#a52a2a][I]Takes one to know one.[/I][/COLOR] Knowing that his attention would probably just make her nervous, he forced himself to look away and move on. The room was crowded, but Bran finally found an empty stool next to a tough looking gnome lass sitting on the bar itself. Her feet were propped on the stool, and she was leaning back, obviously enjoying her sampling of the new brew. [COLOR=#a52a2a][I]Looks like it's not her first, either.[/I][/COLOR] He tipped his hat to her with an amused smile, then gestured to the barkeep for a (watered down) drink of his own and plopped down on the stool, his back to the bar so he could keep an eye on the crowd and the door. He took a few moments to mentally review his performance, then turned his thoughts to some of the more interesting patrons he'd seen enter the tavern. He'd been on edge throughout his performance, his nerves forcing him to glance with some apprehension at the door every time someone new had entered, and a few of the people who came in stood out in his mind. The flame-haired man with the lute and the vaguely elven features had drawn most of the female eyes in the room - and quite a few of the male eyes as well. The man had waved a friendly greeting - professional courtesy, he knew, for a fellow performer - which Bran returned absently with a nod. [COLOR=#a52a2a][I]Maybe I should ask him to share a song... No, if he wants to join me on stage I'm sure he'll approach me. Probably just wants to enjoy the premiere in peace.[/I][/COLOR] The man had drawn so much attention that Bran had almost missing the girl who slipped in behind him. Her eyes seemed haunted as she glanced around and quickly moved into the shadows where he'd lost track of her, but her scarred hands and the hints of muscle suggested she could take care of herself. [COLOR=#a52a2a][I]She's a looker, too,[/I][/COLOR] he thought appreciatively, [COLOR=#a52a2a][I]though she's no Tessa,[/I][/COLOR] he added loyally. [COLOR=#a52a2a][I]Probably has to fight off more than her share of 'admirers'.[/I][/COLOR] Thoughts of Tessa brought his mind back to the threat posed by Lord Armiger. He had mixed feelings about the possibility of seeing him here tonight. He certainly didn't look forward to seeing *him* - or his inevitable guards - but the thought of possibly seeing Tessa on his arm had his heart rate quickening every time he considered it. He sighed, then shook the thought out of his head and went back to pondering some of the more unusual guests. The most interesting by far was the attractive young Tiefling lass in the glasses and heavy cloak. Not just because she was a Tiefling - they were unusual, but a common enough sight these days. And the cloak itself was worth noting, with its swirling patterns. But the [I]monkey[/I] - [I]that[/I] was remarkable. [COLOR=#a52a2a][I]You don't see many of those around.[/I][/COLOR] There was something odd about its back, too, though he couldn't place it. Based on their behavior, they were obviously very attached to each other. He looked around the common room, trying to spot them again, and eventually found the monkey sitting on a table, stuffing its mouth full of nuts from a bowl. The Tiefling girl was intently studying a tome in front of her and....[COLOR=#a52a2a][I]knitting?[/I][/COLOR]...seemingly oblivious to the activity around her. He raised an eyebrow at the knitting, then smiled in genuine delight as he watched the monkey. Seeing it brought back memories - the good memories, from before he discovered his parents' secret life. One of the stagehands at the theater had owned one, a little smaller than the one here tonight. [COLOR=#a52a2a][I]Well, more like it owned him,[/I][/COLOR] he thought, smiling again, remembering the mischief and chaos the creature had caused. His smile slipped for a moment. [COLOR=#a52a2a][I]That life is behind me, now. No sense dwelling on it,[/I][/COLOR] he told himself sternly. Still, he couldn't help watching the monkey's antics for a while with a wistful look on his face. He eventually tore his eyes from the monkey and continued sweeping the room, spotting once again the slim pixie-haired girl with the shield on her back sitting primly at a table. He frowned slightly as he remembered how out of place, how uncomfortable she had looked as she came in. [COLOR=#a52a2a][I]I doubt she's ever been in one of these places before. Probably not a drinker. Wonder what she's doing here at the premier of a new brew, of all times? Must be a story there.[/I][/COLOR] He watched her for a moment more, then resumed his scan until he heard the door open again. His eyes immediately snapped back to the entrance, and he sighed in mixed relief and frustration when he saw it was just a couple of sailors staggering in, looking like they'd already been drinking elsewhere. No doubt they'd be passed out on the floor somewhere before long. Satisfied he had the lay of the room again, he kept one eye on the door and let his mind drift as he sipped at his watery beer... [/QUOTE]
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