Tavern - City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn '08

[Trouvere]

The next arrival is a human in his late twenties, slight of build, with a fading tan in his face. With the exception of a long grey cloak of fine make, his clothing is travelworn. A red-gold cat rides atop his pack, with her front paws on his shoulder.

"My name is Conuld, and I am a student of the arcane arts," he announces at once, obviously familiar with the rule in the Red Dragon Inn. "My cat is - " He breaks off.

"I will not. That is ridiculous. Well... this once only, as it is your first time here. My cat thinks her own name is best expressed as Aramatri Cormaiyn Tiaithar. I apologize unreservedly to all speakers of the Elven tongue. Shall I tell them, too, Laria, of how we met in an alleyway after you knocked yourself senseless running headlong into an armoured leg, and of how I kept you in a sack for several hours?"

The cat gives Conuld a look of utter disdain, leaps to the ground and heads for an empty chair, tail flicking.

Conuld looks around the tavern, but sees no faces he recognises. "Has Atomer-" Then he notices the woman seated at the bar and abruptly falls silent and quickly takes a chair next to the cat. He slumps a little. He looks tired.[sblock=Elven]Aramatri Cormaiyn Tiaithar, the beautiful golden dancer, legendary bringer of death, and mage-friend
Laria, night hunter[/sblock]

 

[Knight Otu]

A young, black-haired man in a chain shirt of a silvery, glistering metal and two scimitars enters shortly after the wizard, his eyes swiftly scanning over the crowd, not that he expects to see any familiar faces. "Semabin ai Harudan, of the Zephyr tribe in Sairundan" he announces himself. "Still dervish in training." he adds with a bit of a sad smirk. He seems to want to add something, but he catches himself as he notices that he has been looking at a woman at the bar a bit longer than appropriate. With a hastily-muttered apology, he finds a seat at a table.

 

[Trouvere]

"Sairundan..." mutters Conuld. "Semabin ai Harudan, might I have a word?"

 

[Scott DeWar]

The day seems clear and cool, which is to the likeingof the northenrer. he returns from the craft shop, thirst and hungry, so naturaly he heads to the red dragon Inn...

The door opens and a tall human with red hair in a braid, a couple of swords at his side and a shield at his back.

"goede dag aan allen!(a)( I am Pendrake, Son of Uther und I salute you all!"

through the thick norlander accent, he seems to be greeting every one in the tavern. He punctuates his words with a closed fist to his chest and then swings it to a raised position. He also seems to know the drill for entering the tavern.

"Conuld! long time no see mein frent!"

then walking up to the bar he sees joe has a flagon of his favorite ale, but he is heard saying, " drie tevreden vandaag, en ook speciale lunch. (b), donka"

Joe nods in understing, though how one can only guess. he fills two more flagons and slides them to pendrake.

he approaches Conald witht he three flagons of dwarven stout and asks," Join you if I may? Ist been long time!" he holds the flagons a bit higher to indicate he brings 'tribute'.

[sblock=translation]a) good day to all; b)3 please today, and the lunch special.[/sblock]

 

[covaithe]

Before the door closes, another man comes in. He leans a wooden shield and a glaive against the wall, the latter showing traces of persistent rust despite being heavily scoured, as does his chainmail, which he wears beneath a tattered surcoat that may have been white, once. His lips are compressed in a tight line, and his forehead is lightly creased in a permanent scowl. Despite his apparent youth, a few flecks of gray decorate his short-cropped black hair.

"Gaius Valerius Corvinus, reporting for... Ah, that is to say, returned. From... far away. Joe, I'm afraid I'm rather short on coin, and I'll need to take advantage of your hospitality until work presents itself. And, by the merciful Shepherd, please don't serve me any water."

 

[Knight Otu]

"Sairundan..." mutters Conuld. "Semabin ai Harudan, might I have a word?"

A bit surprised, Semabin nonetheless answers "Certainly, I don't have a lot to do currently."

 

[Scott DeWar]

seeing conuld taling to someone, he noncalauntly moves to another table. all three takards of dwarven stout are in forn ot him and when food arrives he starts to eat and drink.

 

[Velmont]

[SBLOCK=OOC] I have two characters waiting for adventure. Ridik (Cleric) and Opale (Wizard). I'll introduce them ot teh Inn tonight (one of them just passing by)[/SBLOCK]

 

[Trouvere]

Conuld responds to Pendrake with one finger held upright, in a manner that conveys "just one moment."

"I returned from a brief sojourn in Sairundan recently," Conuld informs Semabin. "That is to say, I left it four months ago. Three thousand miles is not crossed quickly. If you have not been there more recently, then I have news."

Conuld concisely recounts the turmoil in Helatia, the poisoning of the Patriarch, the Dervish judges and candidates, and of the subsequent rioting directed at outsiders and the orc-blooded.

"The Patriarch still lived when we left, but I know no more." Conuld shrugs. "I am not overly proud of the contribution made by myself and my companions during these events. We left quickly, lest we be caught up in the unrest."

 

[Scott DeWar]

pendrake acknowledges Conauld's response with the holding up of a tackard of stout in salute.