Feint Whispers Chapter #6: A Modest Proposal

[Festy_Dog]

Norri looks at the shady newcomer and speculates whether he and her would be in similiar professions.

 

[Tokiwong]

"That is where the Fists come in, though this time, the most minor of fingers will be the one that presses the hardest.." He looks with a vague smile to Whitney. From the kitchen door emerges a dark haired, brown-eyed beauty, a woman standing some five and a half feet. She wears dark boots visible under her most unlady-like green breeches held tight to her body with a sturdy brown belt. A black cloak with its hood down hangs on her shoulders; the glistening of a blade can be detected under the cloak. She smiles at Whitney and gives a short, deep bow, "Milady.."

Jericho grins looking at the new lady in his life, his leer is long and piercing, "Lady Kyrie, I am most pleased to make ye acquaintance, aye, very pleased..."

Jericho offers her a seat, "Please sit, drink from our cups, so what is it that we must do Sherrif Whiteclove, or is this dark lovely going enlighten us," he continues with a slight roguish grin.

 

[Mirth]

Tarowyn is intrigued to learn that their quiet little mage is more than she's cracked up to be. When Jericho sets in with his leering machismo, the elf just rolls his eyes and thinks, Here we go again...

The archer then decides to wait and see what the new arrival has to say.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Whitney cringes over her cup as Jericho's words roll across the table. Please Lord and Lady, don't let this turn up like the fiasco with Lord Dunbluss. I don't think the tavern owner would like the destruction of his business

"So, lady Ebonblade, what can we do for you?" looks to Jericho with a 'Stop that' look. Mist's look is of 'I cant belive you're such a dullard'

 

[Tokiwong]

"So, lady Ebonblade, what can we do for you?" looks to Jericho with a 'Stop that' look. Mist's look is of 'I cant belive you're such a dullard'

Jericho grins even wider at that look, as he smirks, and turns his longing leer from Whitney, to Lady Ebonblade, "I don't know which pretty is the prettiest... hmmm... what say you elfy?"

 

[Krug]

"Could we dispense with comparing the beauties and let the Lady speak her will?" says Bhartus.

 

[Tokiwong]

"Could we dispense with comparing the beauties and let the Lady speak her will?" says Bhartus.

Jericho shrugged, and continued to leer, and not so much listen but at least he was quiet, as he took his long hearty draughts of spirits. His large muscular frame, increased by his armor, putting a strain on the poor tavern's chairs.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

"Well, as you most likely know, Lady Ebonblade these are the other members of the hand." figets neverously with her wineglass as she introduces everyone in turn. "I am sure that you saw the letters that I sent father over the last few months."

 

[Mirth]

...these are the other members of the hand...

"I think she meant to say the fist..." Tarowyn says as he puts a steadying hand on Whitney's arm. Standing, he extends that hand in greeting towards the new woman, "...The Fist of Duvik, as it were. I am Tarowyn Coldoak."

 

[Festy_Dog]

Norri stands up on his seat and leans across the table to reach Lady Ebonblade, offering to shake her hand as well.

"Jus' call me Norri," he says with a sly grin.