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<blockquote data-quote="Old Fezziwig" data-source="post: 1749427" data-attributes="member: 59">Kieran frowns as the unwanted parchment is thrust into his hand.&nbsp; Blasted rabble.&nbsp; No matter where I go it's a jostle here, a push there, someone spilling ale on me, a drunk calling out for &quot;The Dancing Girl of Deluene&quot; for the seventh time that evening, then me tripping over passed out laborers, struggling to get the innkeeper's eye so I can get my pay for the night.&nbsp; It's a wonder the whole lot of them don't kill each other for food.&nbsp; Thankfully, there're people like my father to protect them from themselves.&nbsp; He stops abruptly and frowns as the irony of the last statement sinks in -- his father never really had a use for Kieran, not like he did for Kieran's brothers.&nbsp; Nor the common people.About to throw the parchment away, Kieran notices the symbol on it.&nbsp; The Jacynth Dragon?&nbsp; I wonder what the meaning of this is?&nbsp; Well, if nothing else, maybe I'll finally get to play in a civilized tavern.&nbsp; It's been far too long.&nbsp; Adjusting his cloak and flashing a quick, handsome grin (it might not have been enough for the daughters of the nobles back home, but it should do well enough on a serving girl here -- well enough to get him in the door if he brings the little slip of parchment with him), Kieran heads off towards The Jacynth Dragon, mentally practicing a recitation of &quot;The Last Stand at Kith-Kisane&quot; in case he needs to audition.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Old Fezziwig, post: 1749427, member: 59"] Kieran frowns as the unwanted parchment is thrust into his hand. [color=yellow][i]Blasted rabble. No matter where I go it's a jostle here, a push there, someone spilling ale on me, a drunk calling out for "The Dancing Girl of Deluene" for the seventh time that evening, then me tripping over passed out laborers, struggling to get the innkeeper's eye so I can get my pay for the night. It's a wonder the whole lot of them don't kill each other for food. Thankfully, there're people like my father to protect them from themselves.[/i][/color] He stops abruptly and frowns as the irony of the last statement sinks in -- his father never really had a use for Kieran, not like he did for Kieran's brothers. Nor the common people. About to throw the parchment away, Kieran notices the symbol on it. [color=yellow][i]The Jacynth Dragon? I wonder what the meaning of this is? Well, if nothing else, maybe I'll finally get to play in a civilized tavern. It's been far too long.[/i][/color] Adjusting his cloak and flashing a quick, handsome grin (it might not have been enough for the daughters of the nobles back home, but it should do well enough on a serving girl here -- well enough to get him in the door if he brings the little slip of parchment with him), Kieran heads off towards [i]The Jacynth Dragon[/i], mentally practicing a recitation of "The Last Stand at Kith-Kisane" in case he needs to audition. [/QUOTE]

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