Sharn Tavern: The Tower's Shard

[ajanders]

Kenn's eyes flicker electric blue for a moment as Kae leans forward.
So what doesn't she want him to see?

He smiles cheerfully and returns his attention to the back of Ambra's head.
Looks like someone really took a dislike to her.

 

[Bront]

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?"

Arving's grip is strong and... odd.

"Argonessen," Arvin says.

 

[Autumn]

Arving's grip is strong and... odd.

"Argonessen," Arvin says.

Kae raises an eyebrow. "Argonessen? How delightfully exotic," she smiles. "I'll insist that you tell me something of your homeland, later."

"For now, though, one friendly warning that will I hope establish our acquaintance on a better footing: I am nobody's gift, nobody's prize, and the honor I win will be for myself." True to her word, her tone is not unfriendly - though it is certainly firm, and proud.

 

[ajanders]

Kenn fixes his eyes firmly on the back of Ambra's head while he reminds himself not to use the words "firm" or "proud" around Kae.

Odd place to cosh someone...

Kenn makes a note not to give Ambra any more alcohol: it goes badly with head wounds.

 

[Bront]

Kae raises an eyebrow. "Argonessen? How delightfully exotic," she smiles. "I'll insist that you tell me something of your homeland, later."

"For now, though, one friendly warning that will I hope establish our acquaintance on a better footing: I am nobody's gift, nobody's prize, and the honor I win will be for myself." True to her word, her tone is not unfriendly - though it is certainly firm, and proud.

"I think you misunderstand. My mother was willingly gifted from another tribe to form a bond and peace between the tribes. She chose to be gifted, and leads our tribe with my father well," Arvin says. "You are not of the tribes though, so such things may be foreign to you. She is proud and honored for her choice in both tribes, and brings herself, my family, and my tribe great honor through her own actions."

 

[Paranoia833]

Kae raises an eyebrow. "Argonessen? How delightfully exotic," she smiles. "I'll insist that you tell me something of your homeland, later."

"For now, though, one friendly warning that will I hope establish our acquaintance on a better footing: I am nobody's gift, nobody's prize, and the honor I win will be for myself." True to her word, her tone is not unfriendly - though it is certainly firm, and proud.

Despite Brye’s persistent cynicism, which was thankfully becoming little more than background noise beneath the haze of alchohol (she wished she’s taken up drinking sooner) Ambra can’t help but regard the older woman with admiration.‘She’s so awesome!’

Breaking out of her reverie, Ambra clears her throat softly.

“Th-that was a wonderful introduction. I’m Ambra by the way, no last name or exotic birthplace or anything.” She smiles, nervously as usual, and offers tentative hand, trying to mimic Arvan’s shake. “Um, I can’t quite place your accent. Are you Brelish? I mean, if you don’t mind answering or anything, I'm just curious.”

 

[Autumn]

"I think you misunderstand. My mother was willingly gifted from another tribe to form a bond and peace between the tribes. She chose to be gifted, and leads our tribe with my father well," Arvin says. "You are not of the tribes though, so such things may be foreign to you. She is proud and honored for her choice in both tribes, and brings herself, my family, and my tribe great honor through her own actions."

Kae nods, seeming only too happy to be proved wrong in her assumptions as to what Arvin had meant by his earlier words. "I misunderstood, perhaps. Your mother sounds like a remarkable woman," she says with a smile.

“Th-that was a wonderful introduction. I’m Ambra by the way, no last name or exotic birthplace or anything.” She smiles, nervously as usual, and offers tentative hand, trying to mimic Arvan’s shake. “Um, I can’t quite place your accent. Are you Brelish? I mean, if you don’t mind answering or anything, I'm just curious.”

The girl almost hadn't registered to Kae, but now that she notices her she can't help but be amused by her timidity. It might be a show, an act to make others underestimate her; on the other hand it might be genuine, but mask a deeper strength of character. Or perhaps the girl is truly as pathetic as she seems. In any case, Kae's social front is far too well-polished to show any sign of what her deliberations and conclusions might be. She gives the girl a warm smile and a nod in acknowledgment of the compliment, taking her hand and clasping it in a firm, reassuring shake.

"Not Brelish," she answers. "Though not so very far away. I hail from Droaam. Before you say anything, I'm sure whatever you've heard is correct; it's a barbarous place. On the positive side though, a childhood there certainly sets you up to appreciate the qualities of everywhere else you might venture." She chuckles softly as she lifts her drink once more and drains the last of it.

 

[ajanders]

Kenn leans back, pours himself another absinthe, and sets himself to studying Kae.
"Interesting...".
He might be referring to the absinthe, or a dress pattern, or Kae's birthplace. It's very noncommittal.

 

[Bront]

Kae nods, seeming only too happy to be proved wrong in her assumptions as to what Arvin had meant by his earlier words. "I misunderstood, perhaps. Your mother sounds like a remarkable woman," she says with a smile.

Arvin nods in agreement.

"Not Brelish," she answers. "Though not so very far away. I hail from Droaam. Before you say anything, I'm sure whatever you've heard is correct; it's a barbarous place. On the positive side though, a childhood there certainly sets you up to appreciate the qualities of everywhere else you might venture." She chuckles softly as she lifts her drink once more and drains the last of it.

"I have heard little of Droaam. What is it people hear of it?"

 

[Drowned Hero]

Khuther Qbyer - Dwarf Sorcerer

Khuther snaps with his fingers and a new bottle of red wine floats to his glass and fills it up. 'I miss my land of Mror holds' he says to himself But this travel to Sharn is right, i know that in my hearth ... he pick up some tools from his pouch and shows it to Ken, the tool is in sight for everyone (thief's tools +2) 'any of you gents or ladies know the price of this tool? I want to sell it...'