Even Newer(er) Tavern Thread: The Hanged Man

Haruka speaks without facing the newcomer. "You're in the Hanged Man, in the city of Daunton, on the island of, also, Daunton." She then turns towards him and cocks her head in confusion, "Why don't you know this already?"
 

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Breaking his scowl, Nave replies to Haruka. "Ah, someone who will help me and not lie on the floor in his drink. I have just arrived in this... Daunton. I was stranded on an island, when a merchant ship picked me up and I rode along here. The crew spoke very weak Allarian, and smelled quite foul indeed, so I tended to avoid them. Naturally, I get here clueless."

Looking over the female warlock, dressed in very dark armor, Nave is faintly drawn to her. "What's your story? A woman of as fine looks as you ought to have an interest in speaking your mind with a man as great, gallant, and dashing as I." He says the last lines with a salacious grin.
 

Howler sits himself back at the bar, still trying to wipe both smile and ale off of his face. "That's not gonna fly with her, wimp. Count up the bird droppings on you, that's how many shots a woman'd have to have had to consider going back to yer nest, coin or no coin!" He raises a hand to indicate that he needs another drink. "You can tell she ain't gonna dive for it, on account of how she's clear enough to perch in a chair."
 

change of pace

OOC: Ok, I'm going to change things up a bit, garnuk is actually a tall lanky binder(warlock controller) type person.


Looking at howler, Garnuk says, "Where do they find these creatures?", and then gives the lost soul who made such a loud entrance an intimidating look.
 
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Haruka doesn't rise from her table. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this," she says, with no hint of remorse on her face, "but you will have to occasionally speak to your lessers. No matter how filthy," her eyes dart across Nave's clothing, "lewd," her eyes settle into a glare directed at Nave's smile, "or deeply in need of a bath they are," Haruka sniffs in mild disgust. "I have bargained with demons, slain angels, brought low lords of the Fey, and done the bidding of dead gods. You look like something the ocean vomited up. Perhaps because you are." Haruka grins, showing her teeth, "Why should I be interested in you?"

She then turns towards Howler, "I do not need another to speak on my behalf. I will say how I will or will not 'dive'."
 

Howler finishes wiping up and tosses the cloth at Nave. He shrugs off Haruka's comment and replies. "Fair enough, Dove."

He turns to Garnuk and says, "Looks like they found this one floatin' in the sea. Not that I can't sympat'ize, but he does have a mouth on him, no? Still, goes to show why I stay clear o' this port, most times. The doves are cold, and even the humans what are covered in bird bombs look down on a man."
 

Ignoring Garnuk and Howler's off-hand remarks, Nave idiotically misconstrues Haruka's words of disgust, biting humor and patronizing grin for a genuine interest in him despite his soggy, smelly attire. Wiggling his eyebrows up at her, he continues his grin and his failed attempts at sweet-talking the warlock.

"Ah, ignore these fools. It is I, Sir Nave Redorb, the mightiest, the kingliest, the holiest, the naughtiest," he pauses slightly, winks at Haruka and makes an inappropriate gesture at her before continuing. "...and the manliest of all men, who seeks your story. Shall I purchase you a fine drink, my gorgeous lady-friend?"

OOC: Haha, Nave is getting torn up out there! Keep it comin', he needs his ego to come down about 13 notches. :P
 
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Haruka looks at Nave, but says to herself, "He speaks his name as though it should mean something."

Her head tilts and her eyes sharpen. "Well, which of my stories would you like, knave? The one where I made a single mistake, and as a consequence was driven from everything I've ever cared for? The one where the only person I really trusted betrayed me and tried to kill me? Or perhaps the one where, despite my considerable power, I am reduced to sitting in squalor with the likes of you until someone decides to employ me? That one's a classic." Haruka's voice is measured and even, but as she speaks the shadows around her begin to twist and roil.

"And no, I don't want a drink. There's nothing even remotely potable on the menu."
 

Howler turns in his chair to leave his back the bar, spreading his arms and resting his elbows on the bar. The bartender serves his new ale and he takes a drink. "I'd like to hear that last story. It sure does sound classic."
 

Haruka sighs and traces her finger along the surface of the table. "It is a tale I am well-familiar with, as you will be, in time. In fact, I think I'll let you experience it for yourself. No point in spoiling the ending; I'd hate to ruin the surprise."
 

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