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

[Jdvn1]

"I'm sorry, is it not proper to talk of such things here? I apologise and I have Sij to you all now. How would it be best to repay the dishonour I have given?"

"I do not believe anyone here is dishonored, Lasair; however, the body is often a personal subject. I believe our friend Michael may be a little bit embarrassed, though."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"I do not believe anyone here is dishonored, Lasair; however, the body is often a personal subject. I believe our friend Michael may be a little bit embarrassed, though."

"Well, I don't know. I have found that the people here are more than willing to talk about hair and eyes and some parts of the body without issue, but curiously they do not like to talk about others. It is just like when I first left my homeland and had to learn that the folk here consider the traditional topless garb of my homeland to be somehow rude, although I cannot imagine how."

 

[Jdvn1]

"Well, I don't know. I have found that the people here are more than willing to talk about hair and eyes and some parts of the body without issue, but curiously they do not like to talk about others. It is just like when I first left my homeland and had to learn that the folk here consider the traditional topless garb of my homeland to be somehow rude, although I cannot imagine how."

Anton raises an eyebrow, "Well, you see... um. Yes, different cultures have different oddities. You may seem as strange to others as they are to you."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Yes, I'm sure I do, and I must be a freak indeed here considering what strange things I see in these lands: emotional parasites, metalsmiths, all this bounty of water, and even dwarves and gnomes! I understand that I am very much not normal...and sometimes I wish I could fit in better and make some friends, but another part of me wants to be free, feeling constrained in these heavy clothes that I am wearing and this armour that I have purchased to fit in...just wants to be myself, shedding down to my usual clothing and protecting my bare skin from the heat's rays by asking someone to help rub the aloe we use in my homeland into my skin--that is what keeps my skin so fair, cremey, and soft despite the great heat, you see. I just don't know what to do...I wish I had someone I could talk to who would understand what I feel."

 

[two]

"Yes, I'm sure I do, and I must be a freak indeed here considering what strange things I see in these lands: emotional parasites, metalsmiths, all this bounty of water, and even dwarves and gnomes! I understand that I am very much not normal...and sometimes I wish I could fit in better and make some friends, but another part of me wants to be free, feeling constrained in these heavy clothes that I am wearing and this armour that I have purchased to fit in...just wants to be myself, shedding down to my usual clothing and protecting my bare skin from the heat's rays by asking someone to help rub the aloe we use in my homeland into my skin--that is what keeps my skin so fair, cremey, and soft despite the great heat, you see. I just don't know what to do...I wish I had someone I could talk to who would understand what I feel."

[Sunny suddenly splooges beer all over everyone at the table and, in the middle of apologizing, realizes that anything he says, to Lasair, is going to go over very badly. So, instead of suggesting a long delicious afternoon massage involving hands, and aloe, and - er - various body parts, Sunny instead turns to Anton]

"A student of the bow, eh? I've used the bow a fair bit myself. Quite a good shot I am, with a little bit of advance notice. Perhaps we could have a 'shoot off' sometime, just for fun, you understand.

Myself, I prefer a sword -- the longer, and the bigger, the better. No offense to anyone at the table -- it's just my preference. It's the way -- you might say -- I was born."

[smiles to everyone]

 

[Rystil Arden]

"I take no offense at this, as I have no right as a strange outsider here...But to my people, such a sword would be seen as a grave dishonour...Not only using rare and precious metal to build an object that can only be used by one man to slay another, and not as a tool to aid in other aspects of life, like an axe or a scythe, but also using even more metal to build it bigger as a symbol of...uh...male pride..."

 

[Bront]

"I must say Lasiar, if you feel your beauty pales in compairison to your third sisters, then I'm sure you sell youself short. Though I have not seen this sister myself. Perhaps in my wanderings some day I shall come across her and compair your... beauty myself." Vanitry smiles.

"I am Anton Brandovold, an student of using the bow."

"Good to meet you my friend. Glad to share a drink with you. Nothing wrong with a good archer. Tis a good tool as well as a weapon."

"I take no offense at this, as I have no right as a strange outsider here...But to my people, such a sword would be seen as a grave dishonour...Not only using rare and precious metal to build an object that can only be used by one man to slay another, and not as a tool to aid in other aspects of life, like an axe or a scythe, but also using even more metal to build it bigger as a symbol of...uh...male pride..."

"Bah, nothing wrong with a good blade by your side" Vanitri says tapping his rapier that hangs from his belt. "However, tis not the size that counts, it's how you use it."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"I must say Lasiar, if you feel your beauty pales in compairison to your third sisters, then I'm sure you sell youself short. Though I have not seen this sister myself. Perhaps in my wanderings some day I shall come across her and compair your... beauty myself." Vanitry smiles.

"I am honestly not sure. I find it very difficult to make an honest rating of my own beauty, so I like to think of myself as plain. I think I can be objective, however, when I say that Meliana's breasts are softer and bouncier than mine, based on the few times that I had the honour of rubbing aloe for her."

"Bah, nothing wrong with a good blade by your side" Vanitri says tapping his rapier that hangs from his belt. "However, tis not the size that counts, it's how you use it."

"You are entitled to your opinion, good sir, but it is not one that my people share. We see no need to use metal to create objects that are only used to help men kill other men, as I said before..."

 

[Jdvn1]

Anton takes a bite of some bread and continues, "Well, Lasair, when you think you are the most alone, it is possible to find someone with whom you share much in common. Do not despair, no one is alone in a land such as this. Your family, though, must be a very beautiful family."

Anton calls a barmaid to bring a towel for Sunny -- he is currently quite the mess. "Yes, a 'shoot-off' may be interesting. It has been said that there is a line on the bottom of my hat so that I may aim better. *laugh* I know the use of a sword but am not nearly as good with it. I prefer to use speed and being quick to a weapon that uses so much strength. If your enemy cannot attack you, then you are at an advantage."

At Lasair's comment about swords, though, Anton turns, "But Lasair, the metals for weapons are not precious. Weapons and metal is very common in these parts. Although I only keep an axe and a dagger for utility -- I avoid to use them for fighting if I can. I think that is because I am better with the bow."

Anton tips his hat toward Vanitri and smiles, "I agree that how one uses a weapon is important. After all, a large sword may be a symbol of pride, but if you use your weapon only for causes of good, then that is more admirable. Our friend Lasair, it seems, would avoid confrontation at all, maybe?"

 

[Rystil Arden]

Well, Lasair, when you think you are the most alone, it is possible to find someone with whom you share much in common.

"I don't know...I think I felt most alone when I first set foot in this land. A traveller saw me and yelled at me and called me 'whore' and 'slut' and I still don't know what those are--we simply do not have things with such names in my culture--but they were clearly spoken so as to be supremely hurtful, and I burst into tears. That is when I first became less proud of who I was and just wanted to fit in, so people here would like me and wouldn't shout mean things at me...."