(Tavern) City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn IV

[Hof]

"Both greed and charity we can display in equal measure, but your offer sounds more than fair. We will assist you in what way we can, though we doubt to be a warrior, as you put it, capable of dispatching with a mounted bully in direct combat. Still, we may yet have some tricks up our sleeves which will help get rid of these ruffians one way or the other."

Near the end of his small anouncement, Dioran appeared just a little too eager. He takes a deep breath to calm himself before continuing in a more sedate tone.

"How far will we have to travel? Have you made relevant arrangements or should we?"
He turns to face the other inn customers.
"Lupic, we would like it if you were to accompany us, as indeed you stated you would. Will anyone else join us? Mister Dar'Maryon and Gath, perhaps? And you as wel, miss.. er.. " Dioran observes the somewhat savage looking woman in the least offensive manner he can achieve "..Mylady warrior?"

 

[Protean]

A smirk resides on the left corner of Joseph Dar`maryon's lip, tendly nurturing the tightened lines of his face. "I would be most pleased to accompany you, Master Dioran. Perhaps it would be best if all involved in this matter make their way to a cozier space. Contracts and strategy should be discussed while matters are still warm in our hearts."

Rising from his seat, Joseph Dar'maryon picks up the best of his red wines with lithe fingers. "Sir Councilman, how would you enjoy a glass of 'De'vrou Silhouette'? Sirs Lupic, and Gath? As well as our fair lady of nature's wiles?"

 

[Sparky]

The warrior woman looks up as people file in and address the room. She shifts her shoulders uncomfortably.

Her eyes flash and she turns to the speakers, "Rainca did not know the custom. Barav Kree names are sung, but Rainca does not think this is the place for a proper name giving." She purses her lips and looks out of a window. Shrugging, she moves to a clear space on the floor and drops to her knees facing the room. She bows her head and begins to sing a low, wordless melody with a powerful, flute-like voice. She raises her head, singing still, and unlimbers a javelin from her pack, she holds it flat in front of her as the tune takes on a martial tone. She jabs it skyward three times, spinning it in the air before plunging it into the wooden planks of the floor. The melody shifts and is sad, longing. She lifts the flute around her neck by its beaded cord, eyes tearing with memory and the passion of her singing. She cries out one last ringing note and holds it until her breath fails. She bows her head again, lowering the flute on its cord. Rainca sits like that for a time before getting up. She dusts off her knees and wrenches the javelin out of the wooden planks.

"Rainca has introduced herself." She toes the significant gouge in the floor, "Rainca would also like to apologize for marring the floor." She looks up and around pausing for a moment before walking to the gathering near the sashed councilman. She swiftly stows her javelin.

She looks at Dioran. "Mylady..." she grins a feral, predator's grin, "Rainca has not heard such talk in many, many seasons."

She squints at councilman, "The Barav Kree are mighty and have vanquished more than bandits. But we should not speak of the blood we will spill and the songs we will sing over the dead in this place, it is a place of hospitality." She fishes a blue-glazed earthen mug out of her pack.

 

[Hof]

Dioran makes a full formal bow towards Rainca, with a sudden wink just before he stand straight again.

"Mylady, you have a most moving name, though we fear we could never pronounce it with such an artistic display. But we digress, indeed we should leave here. Oh.." Dioran casts a Mending spell to repair the floor. "...you need not apologize for such minor damage to good master Smiths floor, we think. Let us then depart.."

 

[buzzard]

Dioran makes a full formal bow towards Rainca, with a sudden wink just before he stand straight again.

"Mylady, you have a most moving name, though we fear we could never pronounce it with such an artistic display. But we digress, indeed we should leave here. Oh.." Dioran casts a Mending spell to repair the floor. "...you need not apologize for such minor damage to good master Smiths floor, we think. Let us then depart.."

"OK we go."
[Aside to Dioran as they leave]
"Umm what was Lady's name? All I heard was singing. She say she is Racina, but also sing bunch of stuff. Which is it? I guess it is Racina. "

buzzard

 

[Hof]

[Aside to Dioran as they leave]
"Umm what was Lady's name? All I heard was singing. She say she is Racina, but also sing bunch of stuff. Which is it? I guess it is Racina. "

"The lady calls herself Rainca, so we suppose that, even if it were not her actual name, she prefers to be adressed as such. As to her singing, we're sure you know as much about the deeper meaning as we do. But, please, do not let us stand in your way from asking her what you wish to know yourself."

 

[GPEKO]

Gath pulls his large polearm from his back and responds to Dioran "Yeah, me also want to join. Coins be good and bandits be easy smashing. Now, let's glook to be ready for fight." With that the half-orc breaks the top of his wine bottle on a nearby table and drinks almost half of it in one go. While doing so, he slightly cuts his lips on the jagged edges and puts some wine all over his face. Not even pausing to wipe himself, he offers the rest of the bottle to the others. "Want some ?"

 

[Sparky]

Rainca blinks at the floor and turns her hawkish gaze on Dioran, then Lupic, she squints at them both and looks back at the floor. Holding out her mug to Gath she gives a curt nod and says, "When the Kree speak they call me Rainca. This is also my name." She tosses back a mouthful of any wine that Gath manages to pour into her mug.

"Yellow wine. Rainca prefers red." She looks uncomfortable again, "Rainca is ready to go... too many bodies too close." She wrinkles her nose.

 

[Scorpio]

The door swings open, and a hunched man enters the Tavern. Closing the door and shaking off the weather, he stands tall and glances around the room.He removes his tricorn hat and sloughs his cape over his left arm. Long dark haired and moustached, He sees a gap at the bar and makes for it. Sidling up to it he makes eye contact with the tender and nods.
"A mead, or a grog, or an ale, whatever ye have handy,sir."
He glances around the room, fumbling for his pipe and smoke.

 

[Kahuna Burger]

"How far will we have to travel? Have you made relevant arrangements or should we?"

Therick nods to the inn door. "I have brought means of transport, though it lacks a certain style. If you have horses of your own it might be wise to bring them. Please, come with me, and we can begin at once, I worry for my family while I am away..."