(Tavern) City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn VII
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Rystil Arden
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Lasair Alant
A cool wind blows into the room as the inn door opens, revealing a stately, refined young lady whose beautiful, noble looks are at odds with her simple and sensible ensemble consisting of a white cloth skirt with a thin belt and a leather overtunic as well as as a white blouse covered by a simple jacket. As she doffs her dark black cloak and leather gloves, handing a copper coin to the stablehand to take care of Lampsacos, golden-red hair spills out from the cloak's cowl, gleaming gently in the firelight of the common room as she shakes her head slightly from side to side to push several stray locks out of her face, her hands busy with the transaction. As she pockets the gloves in one of the cloak's many pockets, she drapes the discarded cloak across her left hand, freeing her right to finish fixing her hair.
Once she is done, she glances around until she spots the barkeep, and then walks over to the bar and greets him, smiling gently. "Good day sir, I am...new to these parts...I saw your fine inn as I was exploring Orussus, and I wonder if I could purchase lodging here for the night."
Joe indicates that she should first introduce herself to the bar's regulars and find a place to sit while he made the appropriate arrangements.
"Most certainly kind sir, and thank you kindly for your advice. I'm afraid I...don't know the local customs very well."
She sweeps her gaze among the tavern's occupants, her twinkling green eyes full of gentle warmth, as she tries to meet the gaze of each and every person in the common-room, smiling sweetly to each one. "Hail and greetings to you all, most honoured patrons of this fine establishment. I am known as Lasair, a traveller from...nearby, exploring your fair city. I do not have many of your...'gold pieces,' so I would be truly greatful to anyone who could offer me advice as to where a girl could find good employment, and I would be delighted to make acquaintance with all of you and hear the stories your Zivaash are telling me you have to share. Please, I do not wish to impose, so is there anyone here who wishes to...talk?"
She glances around the room to see if anyone seems interested in her.
A cool wind blows into the room as the inn door opens, revealing a stately, refined young lady whose beautiful, noble looks are at odds with her simple and sensible ensemble consisting of a white cloth skirt with a thin belt and a leather overtunic as well as as a white blouse covered by a simple jacket. As she doffs her dark black cloak and leather gloves, handing a copper coin to the stablehand to take care of Lampsacos, golden-red hair spills out from the cloak's cowl, gleaming gently in the firelight of the common room as she shakes her head slightly from side to side to push several stray locks out of her face, her hands busy with the transaction. As she pockets the gloves in one of the cloak's many pockets, she drapes the discarded cloak across her left hand, freeing her right to finish fixing her hair.
Once she is done, she glances around until she spots the barkeep, and then walks over to the bar and greets him, smiling gently. "Good day sir, I am...new to these parts...I saw your fine inn as I was exploring Orussus, and I wonder if I could purchase lodging here for the night."
Joe indicates that she should first introduce herself to the bar's regulars and find a place to sit while he made the appropriate arrangements.
"Most certainly kind sir, and thank you kindly for your advice. I'm afraid I...don't know the local customs very well."
She sweeps her gaze among the tavern's occupants, her twinkling green eyes full of gentle warmth, as she tries to meet the gaze of each and every person in the common-room, smiling sweetly to each one. "Hail and greetings to you all, most honoured patrons of this fine establishment. I am known as Lasair, a traveller from...nearby, exploring your fair city. I do not have many of your...'gold pieces,' so I would be truly greatful to anyone who could offer me advice as to where a girl could find good employment, and I would be delighted to make acquaintance with all of you and hear the stories your Zivaash are telling me you have to share. Please, I do not wish to impose, so is there anyone here who wishes to...talk?"
She glances around the room to see if anyone seems interested in her.
Jdvn1
Hanging in there. Better than the alternative.
Anton had paused his conversation with A'jardin in order to hear the introduction -- he is always interested in newcomers. With a tip of his hat, "Greetings, Lasair. We are always friendly here, you may bring a drink and sit here if you like. A'jardin and I recently arrived from a trip that was cut short, so our story is not as interesting as others, maybe, but new people are welcome."
He removes his feet from the seat he had been using as a foot stool to indicate a place Lasair might sit, although there are plenty of chairs available due to the lack of business in the inn.
He removes his feet from the seat he had been using as a foot stool to indicate a place Lasair might sit, although there are plenty of chairs available due to the lack of business in the inn.
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Grateful for an invitation in a room full of strangers, Lasair moves toward Anton's proffered stool, laying her cloak on the spot where Anton's feet once sat and then hiking her cotton skirt slightly so she can take a seat, briefly exposing the fair creamy-white skin of her legs. She gazes at the black-haired man for a brief moment while she carefully weighs her words before speaking, smiling gently as she leans towards friendly stranger.
"Anton...forgive me if this is a silly question, for I may be grasping at sand where I see wheat, but, from my experiences in Orussus, your Zivaash and your voice place you as...different from others whom I have met."
She glances at the nervous-looking A'jardin and her cheeks blush a deep crimson.
"My...My apologies. I didn't mean to make your friend so uncomfortable. Is it because I am a girl?"
She tries to cover up any bits of exposed skin, even going so far as to reach into the cloak for the gloves and replace them. Then her eyes widen in horror.
"Or is it because...is he afraid of me?"
~Does he know!?~ she wonders desperately
"I'm so sorry! I...I I'm not a......it wasn't..." she trails off into silence as she cups her hands over her face and turns away.
"Anton...forgive me if this is a silly question, for I may be grasping at sand where I see wheat, but, from my experiences in Orussus, your Zivaash and your voice place you as...different from others whom I have met."
She glances at the nervous-looking A'jardin and her cheeks blush a deep crimson.
"My...My apologies. I didn't mean to make your friend so uncomfortable. Is it because I am a girl?"
She tries to cover up any bits of exposed skin, even going so far as to reach into the cloak for the gloves and replace them. Then her eyes widen in horror.
"Or is it because...is he afraid of me?"
~Does he know!?~ she wonders desperately
"I'm so sorry! I...I I'm not a......it wasn't..." she trails off into silence as she cups her hands over her face and turns away.
azmodean
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Certainly not my dear. Some say I have a bit of a nervous er... constitution. Nothing more than that. I'd be happy to share my story, but I'm afraid you wouldn't even have time for your drink to arrive before I finished. As Anton her mentioned, my name is A'jardin, my profession is that of an arcanist. I'm pleased to make your aquaintance. After a pause, A'jardin continues. Could I inquire as to what skills you would bring to an expidition? Aside from that, Anton would probably do better by what story there is than I.
Jdvn1
Hanging in there. Better than the alternative.
Anton smiles and gives a chuckle. "You are maybe too much worried, Lasair. As I say before, we are friendly here. It is difficult to insult one another unless you attempt so. I am indeed from a peculiar town, as we do not get many peoples from big cities. Over a time our accent has become distinct from others. Also my family is not rich, so we do not always learn everything in the proper way."
He looks to A'jardin as he speaks and afterwards asks, "Are you yourself also not in your natural habitat? Did you not mention you were previously studying a lot?"
He looks to A'jardin as he speaks and afterwards asks, "Are you yourself also not in your natural habitat? Did you not mention you were previously studying a lot?"
With tremendous grace, the door to the tavern opens, and from the doorway, a bright ray of sunlight can be seen reflecting off of a perfectly clean suit of armor. Through the door steps a human in spotless chainmail. He begins his speech, "Good day, all. Hello, Joe. My name is Artemis Freeman, and I specialize in the art of swordplay." He eyes the room, looking for any people he might recognize; his eyes soon fall on Anton and A'jardin. "Well, good Anton, glad to see you again. A'jardin, pleasure to see you again. It's kinda quiet in here. Mind if I sit with you two?" And with that, Artemis waits for a response.
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Dagummit Mc Cracken
As everyone else is getting aquainted (or reaquainted), the loudly snoring dwarf starts to come to. Looking around and seeing nobody that he recognizes, he says, "Bah! They've must have gone and left me. Oh well! Wench, another ale!" When he gets his ale, he proceeds to sing another song, much like those he ang before.
As everyone else is getting aquainted (or reaquainted), the loudly snoring dwarf starts to come to. Looking around and seeing nobody that he recognizes, he says, "Bah! They've must have gone and left me. Oh well! Wench, another ale!" When he gets his ale, he proceeds to sing another song, much like those he ang before.
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