Sharn Tavern: The Tower's Shard

[Bront]

She turns to face the Veyk. “Um… I’m not sure if this is a compliment or not mr… uh… ‘Veyk’, but Brye seems to agree with you and he’s kind of a part of me… Of course if I did become someone else I’d probably become Brye, that sort of happened once only it was more like we were originally the same person. It’s kind of hard to explain if you haven’t tried making a crystal. Um, anyway I think I’d rather change the world to fit me than try to change myself to fit the world again. Is that selfish do you think?”

"The world will be the world, it is how we fit into it that matters," Arvin says. "Still, you can often force control on some... small part."

 

[Autumn]

The door opens once more, and silhouetted for a long moment in the frame is the figure of a tall, buxom woman resting lightly on the spear held in her left hand. She looks slowly around the tavern with a relaxed, appraising gaze - her ears catching the tail end of Arvan's comment - and then smiles and steps fully inside. She is dressed rather outlandishly in armor of studded brown leather, offset by a sweeping crimson cloak and a black skirt that slants sharply so that it covers one leg down to the calf but barely preserves her modesty on the other. Her face is bold, with something almost masculine in the shape of the jaw and brow. Altogether she's striking rather than beautiful as such, but far from uneasy on the eye. Her deep red eyes take in the patrons and then find the notice posted on a beam in front of her, and she gives an indulgent grin, showing beautiful white teeth.

She bows deeply to any of the assembled patrons looking her way (no demure curtsying for her; it's a smart, elegant bow such as would do credit to any young nobleman, though performed by such a man it wouldn't have the agreeable side-effect of showing off such a lot of cleavage). I am Kaerreske Sarzhik, she announces in a rich strong voice, the accent exotic and difficult to place. "But please, call me Kae. I'm hoping to find firstly some civilization and entertainment... and secondly perhaps some gainful employment."

Her introduction made, she walks confidently over to the bar, hips swaying, and orders a strong drink. She finds herself with a measure of the same absinthe that seems in vogue with the other patrons and, glass in hand, makes her way over with her eyes set on the big, bronzed man Arvan. "Do you mind if I join you?" she asks with a hint of a purr, sitting down even as she asks the - apprently rhetorical - question. She takes a sip of her drink, smiles in approval, and then looks about her at the others. "Please, don't let me interrupt your discussion." The entreaty seems sincere, her expression one of genuine interest in the subject at hand.

 

[Paranoia833]

It takes Ambra a few seconds to realise she’s gawping, at which point she shuts her mouth hurriedly.

‘Wow, she’s so… I wish I could wear something like that. Or talk like that to complete strangers. I bet she’s a real professional adventurer.’ Ambra's mind begins to wander, vaguely imagining the excitement, danger and mystery this woman's life must contain.

‘Or a good actor.' Brye countered, rather predictably. 'I wonder if she rehearsed that little introduction or made it up on the fly? I’m going with rehearsed, a bow like that is the result of long practice in front of the mirror. Either way she knows how to make an impression. You should be careful of that one, it’s possible she’s just trying to compensate but she could b-'

‘That’s what you say about everyone.’

‘And when have I ever been proven wrong?’

‘Well there was that apple-seller yesterday and before that there was the woman hanging up her laundry, oh and that nice warforged in rat’s wharf who gave us a gold coin for telling him where those two shifters and their friends went. Then there wa-‘

The internal squabbling continues much as it has always done. To everyone else in the room it seems like Ambra is staring intently at Kae, brief spurts of emotion flickering across her face and disappearing, as if she were having some sort of indecipherable daydream.

 

[ajanders]

Kenn gets to his feet as she bows, then returns her bow, with the best Cyran flourish of his hand. (There should be a hat there, but it's sitting on top of the rapier hilt.)
"Madam Sarzhik? Kenn Allyard."
One hand gestures towards the changeling,
"My fellow countryman Veyk.";
sweeps on to the dwarf "Our colleague Khuther.",
the lady with the stone "Ambra."
and stops at the man Kenn's not exactly figured out yet
"Arvin the Chosen, at least temporarily."

Kenn offers Kae his chair and swings another chair over from another table for himself.
Purely by coincidence, the new chair leaves him to Ambra's right side and somewhat further back from the table.
He raises his glass.
"To the little green fairy of the little green hour."

 

[Drowned Hero]

"To the little green fairy of the little green hour."

'Yes my friend' 'lets get these glasses empty' Khuther says rather loud watching the feline-ish woman with the cleavage that enters the bar 'health to you all' he grumbles in lower voice and empties his glass and not fat behind the rest of the bottle.

 

[Autumn]

Kae crooks an eyebrow playfully at Kenn. "A true gentleman," she says smilingly, making eye contact briefly before turning to acknowledge each of the others as they are introduced.

"To the little green fairy of the little green hour."

"I'll drink to that," she grins, raising her glass and then putting it to her lips once more.

Placing her drink back down for a moment she leans back in her chair and stretches out, relaxing at perfect ease. Sharn at last... she muses pleasantly to herself as she allows the absinthe's heady kick to lift her up. I've arrived.

 

[Bront]

Avrin smiles, nods, and toasts with everyone else, though he watches and mimics as much as joins in.

He glances at Ambra, then at Kae. "You must be one who draws a lot of attention," Avrin says to Kae.

 

[Autumn]

"Perhaps," Kae replies somewhat coyly. "But it's always hard to know what anybody else is thinking, isn't it? So tell me: was that a compliment?"

 

[Bront]

"Perhaps," Kae replies somewhat coyly. "But it's always hard to know what anybody else is thinking, isn't it? So tell me: was that a compliment?"

"Tis as much a statement as anything. You have unique and striking features, and you dress to show them. That seems like one who seeks to attract attention," Arvin says. "My mother, had some unique features, and it made her a prized gift that help bring allies to my tribe and honor to my father. Your beauty reminds me of her, striking and unique, though you look nothing alike."

Arvin smiles and offers a gloved hand to Kae, "I am Arvin the Chosen."

 

[Autumn]

Kae grins, giving an accepting nod to Arvin's analysis of her dress style. There is a flash in her eyes at the talk of Arvin's mother as a 'prize gift', and her smile twists - not exactly souring, but gaining a wry cutting edge.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Arvin," she replies, taking the proferred hand and grasping it in a firm shake, her smile entirely sincere and forthright once more as she does so. "Tell me," she goes on, her voice now with a touch of amusement, "where is it you are from?"