Ven isn't the only one appreciateding Bran's lute. As the opening few notes of The Ballad of Bally Murphy rose up from the chaos in the noisy restaraunt, cheers go up and the crowd starts clapping along with the familiar favorite. As Bran brings the song to a close, there is much applause, and not a few drinks are sent to the table. Soon, you hear murmurs through the crowd...
"Hey, those are the guys leaving on Kestor's ship!" "Those are the ones Iggy Glenfannon hired!" From these pockets of converstation, you can hear a quiet awe tinged with a bit of jealousy. However, a few others do not seem to be as pleased to share your company...
"Wonder what Iggy saw in these newcomers he didn't see in us." "Odd bunch for a Fist team, dontcha think?" "Hey, I heard that bald dwarf cracked some heads at Stinky Pete's a couple nights ago." "What's that smell?" "Shoulda been me. I could take any two of those guys." From this crowd, there are some dark stares and short, whispered conversations. They seem to be a minority, but they are noticable in the way they don't join the crowd in its revelry.
Overall, the atmosphere is festive. Rousing music and new, minor celebrities with the prospect of exploring new lands seem lift everyone's spirits.
Marisa:
[sblock] As Bran excuses himself, you notice two of the darker, swarthier types huddled together in a booth. They have been staring at Bran ever since his encounter with the barmaid, Kaelin. One points at Bran's back as he leaves through the door, out on his errand. You overhear "Can you believe Iggy picked HIM? Look! He's leaving already!" "I dunno Mires, Hugo said to leave him alone." "Bah, Hugo's smokin' seaweed! The two of us can do it!" Eventually, the two come to an agreement and stand to leave.[/sblock]
