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Post by Deft on Dec 26, 2007 19:33:12 GMT -5
"Well, I've missed you terribly," he said, clasping a hand on her shoulder and speaking lightly. "How badly can you miss someone you knew for two months?" "How can you forget someone who blew up the local tavern?" "I'm telling you- it was the only way: it was an ogre-" "Oh, I'm only jesting, no need to get angry." He put up two gnarled hands and smiled, his dusty blonde hair shaking into his face.
"Well, I would like you to meet Sir Vardane," she turned to him and paused, then decided to go with the least informational, "A friend." Perhaps wherever he was going- be it what he says or no- was not something to be spoken freely of. "Sir Vardane, this is Rylin, another friend."
Rylin eyed him suspiciously and stuck out a hand, looking cold. "Pleasure."
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Post by Arthang God of War on Dec 26, 2007 19:37:19 GMT -5
"Yes a pleasure how much to keep my mount her for the night?"
He looked around it was I fine stable indeed. He was starting to feel a bit hungery. "I hope this tavern sells good food?"
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Post by Deft on Dec 26, 2007 19:47:47 GMT -5
"Aye, drink too," he said, smiling, "And you look like you could use a bit. What's that on your cheek, Deft?" She placed her hand to her skin- oh, that.
"Um. Burn. Think it'll scar?" She smiled, "I think it'd make a dashing one."
"Have you cleaned that?" He made a step closer, she withdrew- she didn't trust medical treatment at these towns...
"I will, I will. And my friend needs your best- his horse is actually worth something, eh?" She passed the stable boy the reigns to her own horse, "As for Mirk, anywhere will do- but he'll through a fit if you don't feed him quickly." Mirk snorted but allowed himself to be passed to the Rylin, and said, "Any chance I can get a blown-up-tavern discount?"
"I'll take the horses free of charge. But only for the person who put that old grumpy tavern-worker out of work."
"Thank you, Rylin."
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Post by Arthang God of War on Dec 26, 2007 19:59:06 GMT -5
he looked at the mount and it troted in to one of the stalls and snorted. It needed no sleep or food but it still did.
"Blown up a tavern? sounds intresting shall we get a drink or two?" he started to walk towords the tavern.
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Post by Deft on Dec 26, 2007 20:08:26 GMT -5
"More like five, Sir Vardane. I'm parched." She smiled and trotted up to his side, heading with him toward the tall, tavern doors: she could hear the muffled glow of conversation already.
"Yes, well. It's a long story." She paused, and the decided to divulge, "This town suffered from a terrible ogre-clan a couple of years back... I came about to help- it took two months to finally get the last one. An extremely stubborn fellow, but I finally cornered him in the local tavern and there was some explosive liquid on the counter, and I had a torch...I ran and dropped it. And I don't think I'll ever live it down, based on the way we've seen things, eh?" She laughed and swung her oilskin pack before her, grappling about for her money sack.
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Post by Arthang God of War on Dec 26, 2007 20:26:56 GMT -5
"Fair enough it looks like you were just trying to help." he tried to not laugh at the story but it was clear he wanted to. He noticed a lot of people stop stare at the two of them.
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Post by Deft on Dec 26, 2007 20:39:49 GMT -5
She side stepped closer to his side, saying, "Is it just a fluff of imagination, or are people looking at us oddly?" She pulled the purse free of her pack and kept it close at hand- it might be a handy club if she did not feel the need to draw sword. She smiled, though, saying, "And don't worry about holding back laughter- I'm not sensitive."
She began to snip up the warn, wooden stairs to the tavern- she could feel the eager heat of indoors on her skin.
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Post by Arthang God of War on Dec 26, 2007 20:54:52 GMT -5
he walked be hind her. he was aware that this could end in a bar room brawl he hoped not. He never found it fair aster all he was a god. "Well I will rember that. I glad your not easly ofended."
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Post by Deft on Dec 26, 2007 21:03:48 GMT -5
She smiled, flexing her fingers- they were iced now that she was in the warmth, and she flicked away her leather gloves and stepped in towards the bar, feeling easy and light in the familiar presence of barroom light.
She wrapped the wood of the bar's counter, and the tender turned to her, saying, "Yes, Ma'am?" "I'll have a pint of rum, for starters. You, Sir Vardane?"
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Post by Arthang God of War on Dec 26, 2007 21:17:22 GMT -5
"Ale" he moved along to sit at the bar. it was a typical town bar there was a few people in the bar. the old men that always sat at a table. It was a dark place in bars like this.
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Post by Deft on Dec 26, 2007 21:24:29 GMT -5
"Righto, how much?" "Five pieces," he grunted, and, as she laid the money on the table, he smiled, and said, "I hope you're not intending to put this tavern to fla-" "Oh, yes yes: very funny. Now go get my drink." He laughed, sweeping up the money, and she slid into the stool beside Vardane.
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Post by Arthang God of War on Dec 26, 2007 21:38:24 GMT -5
"well you got a reputation here. They will tell storys about you for years to come.* he took his pint and took a sip. "as ale gose its not to bad."
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Post by Deft on Dec 26, 2007 21:40:25 GMT -5
"Oh, yes. Very comforting, thank you, Sir Vardane." She chortled as she raised the rum to her lips. "Hmph. Well, rum's a pirates' drink, and therefore easy to brew. This isn't half bad- but, then again- I am biased in favor for anything alcoholic."
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Post by Arthang God of War on Dec 26, 2007 21:57:41 GMT -5
"yeah well it gets you drunk and helps you forget." he raised his tankard to meet hers. In truth he did not get drunk but he could if he decied to but then as soon as he decied he would sober up again.
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Post by Deft on Dec 26, 2007 22:04:47 GMT -5
She clanked her goblet with his, saying, "Thank the Gods for that. There is a lot to forget, eh?" She smiled, a little grimness clinging to her expression, and downed the goblet in one grand sweep.
"Hm, yes, a lot to forget...." she prodded her drink before her until it was clear that she had finished, and the bartender swaggered over to her with raised eyebrows.
"Done already?"
"Not so- fill this up again."
"Planning on getting drunk, eh? Well, we'll keep the fire away from you, then." He brought down the glass, now filled and frothing with the rum, and she took it and took another sip, but slower this time.
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