(Tavern) City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn VI
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As the door to the Red Dragon Inn opens, a shadowy figure fills the frame of the door. A dark blue hood conceals reveals little about the man's face or his expression and leaves only his sturdy chin exposed to view.
The figure steps through the door and surveys his surroundings without stopping too long to look at anything or anyone in particular.
Stepping up to the bar, the man, with a single, almost invisibly swift motion, removes his hood, revealing his unkempt locks of hair as black as the darkest obsidian. He slowly removes his long leather gloves, one by one, and places them on the bar as he continues to examine the inn and its patrons. Throughout, it is as if he looks past it all...to some distant place not yet revealed.
Noticing Joe, he cautiously extends an open hand. Speaking slowly and in measured tones, the man begins to speak...
"I understand that you are Joe. I am called Eruin de Terith. I am a hunter and guide of the wilderness..."
The figure steps through the door and surveys his surroundings without stopping too long to look at anything or anyone in particular.
Stepping up to the bar, the man, with a single, almost invisibly swift motion, removes his hood, revealing his unkempt locks of hair as black as the darkest obsidian. He slowly removes his long leather gloves, one by one, and places them on the bar as he continues to examine the inn and its patrons. Throughout, it is as if he looks past it all...to some distant place not yet revealed.
Noticing Joe, he cautiously extends an open hand. Speaking slowly and in measured tones, the man begins to speak...
"I understand that you are Joe. I am called Eruin de Terith. I am a hunter and guide of the wilderness..."
Not long after the ranger is seated, the door opens again, and an elf dressed in a pale blue cloak and a broad-brimmed hat steps in, looking as if he isn't sure that he's really in the right place. He is met by one of the barmaids, who takes him by the hand that isn't holding a walking stick that seems a little too large for him. She points to his eyes, and they begin talking and laughing as she escorts him to Joe.
As he passes by, patrons also notice his unusual eyes. The pupils are black and the irises green, just as for most other elves, but the rest of the orbs seem to be actually gilded...not yellow, as if he was jaundiced, but as if someone had tinted them gold, like some ostentatious burgher might do with a hallway mirror to display his wealth. Still, the elf moves as one with normal sight, not shuffling as would one of the blind.
Ushered into Joe's presence, he extends his hand and shakes it firmly in the manner of men. "You are called Joe Smith?" , he asks, and Joe affirms that he is. The elf replies warmly, "I am called Oirhandir. I have heard that the Red Dragon is a good place to find work and hospitality, and as my purse contains only a few silvers, I am in need of both. May I spend some time here, until I find work?" Joe assents, and bids the elf to greet the other guests.
Turning around, the new arrival raises a hand, palm up, to greet the clientele. "Good day to you all. I am called Oirhandir, and I travel by land and by sea. I am handy in many things. I know the way of a ship, the way of a bow, I can cast some meager spells, and, (nodding to the bards in the corner) can play some gentle music on my chimes. I wish to travel near or far, to go where I have never been." Bowing, he concludes: "Elf for hire, at your service."
As he passes by, patrons also notice his unusual eyes. The pupils are black and the irises green, just as for most other elves, but the rest of the orbs seem to be actually gilded...not yellow, as if he was jaundiced, but as if someone had tinted them gold, like some ostentatious burgher might do with a hallway mirror to display his wealth. Still, the elf moves as one with normal sight, not shuffling as would one of the blind.
Ushered into Joe's presence, he extends his hand and shakes it firmly in the manner of men. "You are called Joe Smith?" , he asks, and Joe affirms that he is. The elf replies warmly, "I am called Oirhandir. I have heard that the Red Dragon is a good place to find work and hospitality, and as my purse contains only a few silvers, I am in need of both. May I spend some time here, until I find work?" Joe assents, and bids the elf to greet the other guests.
Turning around, the new arrival raises a hand, palm up, to greet the clientele. "Good day to you all. I am called Oirhandir, and I travel by land and by sea. I am handy in many things. I know the way of a ship, the way of a bow, I can cast some meager spells, and, (nodding to the bards in the corner) can play some gentle music on my chimes. I wish to travel near or far, to go where I have never been." Bowing, he concludes: "Elf for hire, at your service."
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Fant thanks Joe for his prompt service, and raises her glass to Jack as he exits. "A pair of fools, Haggerty," she says after him. "Not worth your time." She turns back to the bar. Despite her internal declaration, her despondency is persisting. She sighs again into her glass. And Robillard's singing isn't helping....
And thanks, Sparky, for taking over Joe! A great contribution to living ENworld.
And thanks, Sparky, for taking over Joe! A great contribution to living ENworld.
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While waiting for his meal, Oirhandir scans the faces of the other patrons. He notices a well-armed and well-dressed woman a few stools away with a rather long look on her face. He starts, reconsiders, then resolves to speak to her. As he approaches the Lady Fant and catches her eye, he nods and touches the brim of his hat as a gesture of respect.
"Begging your pardon, milady", he says, "but I sense that something troubles you. Is there any way I can be of assistance?"
"Begging your pardon, milady", he says, "but I sense that something troubles you. Is there any way I can be of assistance?"
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Fant takes the respect as her due course, and it eases her some. She was startled out of her reverie by his appearance, and although she does her best not to betray it she is somewhat ashamed of being "caught" in her moroseness. Gods, woman, you'll be weeping in that fop Robillard's arms before you know it! At this point she actually focuses on the Elf in front of her. She is not terribly tall, but the elf has no great height either and although she goes not rise to greet him the tall bar stool nevertheless means there isn't much difference in height.
Her interactions with the High Folk, as she commonly heard them referred to in her childhood, are limited. She has seen them about in Orussus, dealt with them in not paticularly involved manners, but not actually spoken at any great length with them. She is not sure of what she thinks of them, although she knows that too think of them as a race as any one thing is foolish. They are, to some degree, cloaked in mystery. And yet, we all come to the Dragon.
"Thank you, but I assure you that my troubles are all distant in both time and space." She rises and extends her hand to shake. "I am Lady Fant of Lionel."
Her interactions with the High Folk, as she commonly heard them referred to in her childhood, are limited. She has seen them about in Orussus, dealt with them in not paticularly involved manners, but not actually spoken at any great length with them. She is not sure of what she thinks of them, although she knows that too think of them as a race as any one thing is foolish. They are, to some degree, cloaked in mystery. And yet, we all come to the Dragon.
"Thank you, but I assure you that my troubles are all distant in both time and space." She rises and extends her hand to shake. "I am Lady Fant of Lionel."
Oirhandir takes her hand. He wonders what the proper greeting is for a human noble...should he shake her hand vigorously, or give her knuckles a gentle kiss? This would be so much easier if she were one of the Gray Lords, instead of one of the Tall Folk. He settles for the latter, hoping that he does not come across as too forward, or as one who is acting above his station, and returns her greeting:
I am Oirhandir, from across the sea. It is my pleasure to meet you, Lady Fant. May your cares fly to even deeper recesses of space and time. I wish you a good evening, and a good day tomorrow.
With that, he nods once more, and returns to his seat.
I am Oirhandir, from across the sea. It is my pleasure to meet you, Lady Fant. May your cares fly to even deeper recesses of space and time. I wish you a good evening, and a good day tomorrow.
With that, he nods once more, and returns to his seat.
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