Destiny's Tears: Zykovian's Sidetrack

[Keia]

"See . . . not so bad," Zykovian offered quietly to Lyveria as they settled in. Zykovian scanned the crowd as was his start upon entering and moving through the restaurant. Zykovian had eaten here before, occasionally with clients. This was different as he was here to enjoy himself. Nevertheless, old habits die hard.

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Zykovian does not see anyone who looks suspicious or anyone he recognises this time in the Wandering Dragon.*

"Yes, I suppose not. Peace-knotted or not, though, the Warmage at the table over there could be highly destructive without a sword if he chose.

(OOC: Side note--they say I don't have access to the Word doc. Does it let you see it?)

 

[Keia]

"Yes, that is an advantage those who cast spells have in an establishment such as this," Zykovian agreed, noting the location of the Warmage. "Nevertheless, everyone here know that to cast something aggressive in here would be most . . . upsetting to the patrons and the owners. If you're a local, one likely doesn't want that kind of stress."

OOC: Single click and I'm right there in the document. Do you want me to e-mail it to you as well? I can send it either in the base of the e-mail and/ore as attached in a format of your choice.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Yes, I suppose this is so," Lyveria concedes, "But let us just have a nice dinner and not process such thoughts."

(OOC: Single click and it tells me I do not have permission to access )

 

[Keia]

"My thoughts exactly, my dear," Zykovian replied with a motion to bring a waitress or similar to the table. When he or she arrived, Zykovian asked for some cider (or similar non-alcoholic drink) and looked to Lyveria, "What would you like to drink, my dear?"

OOC: I didn't password it or anything. I'll e-mail it to you (how do you want it?) . . . we should have a third party check their access as well, to determine if it's just you or not. Feel free to summarize dinner if you wish . . . Zykovian is going to concentrate on his date and her company during dinner unless something changes his focus.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"My thoughts exactly, my dear," Zykovian replied with a motion to bring a waitress or similar to the table.

*A waitress heads over to the table.*

"Can I get you anything to drink?"

Zykovian asked for some cider (or similar non-alcoholic drink) and looked to Lyveria, "What would you like to drink, my dear?"

"I don't know? What do you like to get--what is good here?"

(OOC: Whatever is most convenient is fine )

 

[Keia]

Zykovian shrugged and smiled when posed with Lyveria's question. "For me? I usually go with a nice mead or spring wine, depending on my mood," Zykovian offered. "But you should find something that interests you here." Looking to the waitress, Zykovian asked, "What would you recommend to the young lady?"

OOC: file sent! Good to see school is wrapping up. Job on the horizon for the summer?

 

[Rystil Arden]

*The waitress appraises Lyveria.*

"Well, for a Praetorian woman...perhaps the lady would prefer a fine spring wine as sir has suggested?"

"Very well. That sounds good then."

*The waitress nods.*

"Alright. I'll be right back with your drinks, then."

*A little while later, she returns with the cider and the wine.*

(OOC: Aye--I'm doing AI research over the summer)

 

[Keia]

Zykovian took a drink of his cider, then nodded to the waitress that it was fine. He smiled and looked to Lyveria, judging her reaction to her environment and how she was doing.

"Thank you," Zykovian offered to the waitress, trying to decide whether he would order his regular . . . or if he needed more energy for the rest of the day and evening. He ordered for both of them, ordering a mix of salad, a solid entree and some sides, more so that Lyveria could sample the tastes and decide what she liked on her own.

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Lyveria seems like she may be feeling a bit out of place, but not too much. She has probably seen such situations before but never taken part in one. For her part, she eats equal portions of each dish without seeming to have a preference. Zykovian seems to remember her mentioning earlier that she doesn't have a sense of taste, per se, or at least her sense of taste is essentially a rudimentary chemical detector.*