The Bold Adventures of Poins--On the Town

[Rhialto]

Weel:

[sblock]Ritter Helm laughs. "Ah, Master Weel, you demonstrate a mind more piercing then you often let on. Agreed--passion is what drives negotiations."

Kithera snorts. "Coin is what drives negotiations. Passion prolongs them." Glancing to the side, she suddenly snaps to attention. "Izara! Come here, girl."[/sblock]

Izara:

[sblock]The conversation having turned quiet, she hears only the end of it as she approaches. "--prolongs them." And then suddenly Kithera's eyes are on her. "Izara! Come here, girl."

(OOC: You're not serving the Syran Empire--you're serving a claimant to the throne, Prince Guy. You're at their camp New Holyhall, in the Iron Mountains. You were beaten--badly--and are now holed up here. You yourself saw very little fighting.))[/sblock]

 

[Nephtys]

ooc: Ok.

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Izara pauses in mid-movement and gracefully sheathes her heavy sword on her back before turning openly to Kithara. Walking over to the pair (ooc: what's Kiara's rank?) she bows to Kiara, answering her with a formal "Yes Mistress."

 

[mps42]

Graevel:

[sblock]As Graevel circles round the tent, he hears the sound of a frenzied discussion in Nibelungen. He can't make out the words, exactly, which seem to be in a strange dialect, but it is the tongue of his people.[/sblock]

[sblock]
Assuming no-one is willing or able to provide information on who the tent belongs to, Graevel will wander up right next to the tents' opening and yell "Anyone seen a misreable little rat of a Cobnyeu around here? He seems to have lost something and I aim to return it."
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[Rhialto]

ooc: Ok.

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Izara pauses in mid-movement and gracefully sheathes her heavy sword on her back before turning openly to Kithara. Walking over to the pair (ooc: what's Kiara's rank?) she bows to Kiara, answering her with a formal "Yes Mistress."

Kithara smiles at her. "Tell me girl, what have you been told about a Janissary's ears?"

(OOC: Kithara is head of this group. Her formal Rank is called Mistress of Battles.)

 

[Rhialto]

[sblock]
Assuming no-one is willing or able to provide information on who the tent belongs to, Graevel will wander up right next to the tents' opening and yell "Anyone seen a misreable little rat of a Cobnyeu around here? He seems to have lost something and I aim to return it."
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Graevel:

[sblock]Asking a few questions about the tent causes Graevel to get some dirty stares. Finally, going in, Graevel is surprised to see several young Cobnyeus, including the one who took his coinpurse being yelled at by an older Nibelungen, whose pale skin and light blue eyes mark him as a Dvarro.

"--ye part-blooded scum! Is this the best ye can steal!" [/sblock]

 

[Nephtys]

Kithara smiles at her. "Tell me girl, what have you been told about a Janissary's ears?"

(OOC: Kithara is head of this group. Her formal Rank is called Mistress of Battles.)

Izara keeps her head down respectfully, but meets Kithara's eyes, "I have been told, Mistress, to always listen for both danger and opportunities. A Janissary's eyes and ears are her strongest weapon and her first line of defense."

 

[jkason]

Weel, human cleric

Weel raises an eyebrow but doesn't interrupt, wondering if the dressing-down here is for his benefit--a show of force by proxy, maybe? While Weel knew he was a brawny sort, he never thought he cut such and imposing figure that people would need to show him his place pre-emptively.

 

[Rhialto]

Kithara continues to smile fondly at Izara, while her body language remains imposing. "This is true, Izara. But we are also told to focus both eyes and ears at the task at hand, and not to be distracted by trivialities."

 

[Nephtys]

Kithara continues to smile fondly at Izara, while her body language remains imposing. "This is true, Izara. But we are also told to focus both eyes and ears at the task at hand, and not to be distracted by trivialities."

"Yes Mistress," she bows, "I was simply intrigued by the esteemed gentleman in your company." she extends a bow to him as well. Fool or not, ignoring him would be impolite. And even foolish men often have other interesting aspects. Especially foolish men. "And, I must admit, somewhat restless at our present confinement." she adds.
"I shall endeavor to improve both my focus and my shamefully poor skills of subtlety." She smiles, but maintains a respectful posture.

 

[Bloodcookie]

Caradoc jogs up behind Weel, and attempts to casually direct his attention away from the somewhat awkward exchange he has walked in upon, waiting for the two women to conclude before introducing himself.