The Burpin Dragon is a two floor friendly Inn for those travelers down on their luck. Run by an odd couple this Inn caters to the poor and kind of heart. Here a man or woman can get experienced advice, new jokes and a place to stay for a very low price. Bardic and rogueish people tend to frequent this Inn the most. Bards share their talents and compete in a friendly atmosphere, while rogues can feel safe and secure for a night.
The well decorated foyer contains a grumbling old dwarf behind a desk, a place to hang your coat, a few comfy seats to rest in while waiting to check in, and a few baked goods to sample while your relaxing.
A stairway leads up to the second floor and a doorway leads into the Bar, where sounds of merry fun can be heard.
The Burpin Dragon LUNCH - Sam 20 TT [OPEN TO ALL]
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Maeve
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The Burpin Dragon LUNCH - Sam 20 TT [OPEN TO ALL]
[i][b][color=orange][size=92]Smile and carry a big stick.[/color][/b][/i][/size]
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Guest
Armed with a recommendation from home and another from the guard at the gate Amalia had sought out and found the Burpin Dragon Inn. It was not exactly what she had been expecting, but for now it would have to do. It was not as is she was inundated with alternate offers at the moment. That was something she was going to have to work on soon enough. For now getting a room she could call her own was the priority.
Adjusting to the modest surroundings as she surveyed them a second time she blonde came to realise how well suited to her needs this place probably was. What better place to put out feelers and ask casual questions in a quest for suitable opportunities? There was bound to be all sorts of gossip here, if only she had the luck to uncover something she could use to her advantage.
Moving closer to the dwarf she coughed gently to assure she had his attention. “Good afternoon sir. I was hoping to lodge her for a while if you presently have any vacancies.†If he didn’t Pecunia only knew what she would do. Not until this very moment had she considered she might need a backup venue.
Adjusting to the modest surroundings as she surveyed them a second time she blonde came to realise how well suited to her needs this place probably was. What better place to put out feelers and ask casual questions in a quest for suitable opportunities? There was bound to be all sorts of gossip here, if only she had the luck to uncover something she could use to her advantage.
Moving closer to the dwarf she coughed gently to assure she had his attention. “Good afternoon sir. I was hoping to lodge her for a while if you presently have any vacancies.†If he didn’t Pecunia only knew what she would do. Not until this very moment had she considered she might need a backup venue.
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Maeve
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"Eh? Whats up?" the dwarf looked up, muttering in his beard, his eyes narrowing as he observed the long blond girl before him. "Well.." he drawled, "what do we have here. Can I help you ma'm?"
From the side Amalia could hear the sound of laughter come above a general murmer. Even though it was not yet eveningtide already the Common Room was a lively place, with people gathering and sharing a luncheon.
The dward hit the blackboard next to him, where somebody had scribbled the prizes of the rooms with a white crayon "Rooms in several sizes, though the one on the topfloor is already hired by a lady. We have baths too. Would do you well to wash of the rigors of travel, eh?"
OOC: do not worry about the prizes, they are included in our tax program. This is just for flavor
I'm part of the welcoming comitee, and I'm sure another mod will pick this up soon.
From the side Amalia could hear the sound of laughter come above a general murmer. Even though it was not yet eveningtide already the Common Room was a lively place, with people gathering and sharing a luncheon.
The dward hit the blackboard next to him, where somebody had scribbled the prizes of the rooms with a white crayon "Rooms in several sizes, though the one on the topfloor is already hired by a lady. We have baths too. Would do you well to wash of the rigors of travel, eh?"
OOC: do not worry about the prizes, they are included in our tax program. This is just for flavor
I'm part of the welcoming comitee, and I'm sure another mod will pick this up soon.
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[i][b][color=orange][size=92]Smile and carry a big stick.[/color][/b][/i][/size]
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Flicking the golden tresses from her face Amalia smiled down at the dwarf and offered a small nod. “A bath would be wonderful, especially if it is hot and steaming†she uttered while flashing a quick sideways glance at the source of the laughter. “So would food and company.†The last she said quietly and wistfully barely realising she had spoken aloud.
“Well if the room on the top is taken so be it. I’ll take the best room you have available.†Having said that she thought a moment before adding. “The best room you have available with a soft mattress. I do so like a mattress you can sink into, it makes me all the more invigorated. I don’t suppose its something you would like yourself.†It was a wild assumption of course, she had never met a dwarf before, but her brother had told her they slept on cold slabs of rock and in the absence of any evidence to the contrary she tended to believe him. And then just to edge her bets on the side of diplomacy she added. “With you being a man and all.â€
OOC: Welcoming committee’s are always nice, they make you feel so welcome. Incidentally, did you mean prices rather than prizes? That how I read it anyway.
“Well if the room on the top is taken so be it. I’ll take the best room you have available.†Having said that she thought a moment before adding. “The best room you have available with a soft mattress. I do so like a mattress you can sink into, it makes me all the more invigorated. I don’t suppose its something you would like yourself.†It was a wild assumption of course, she had never met a dwarf before, but her brother had told her they slept on cold slabs of rock and in the absence of any evidence to the contrary she tended to believe him. And then just to edge her bets on the side of diplomacy she added. “With you being a man and all.â€
OOC: Welcoming committee’s are always nice, they make you feel so welcome. Incidentally, did you mean prices rather than prizes? That how I read it anyway.
OOC: Yes she meant prices. I'll be your mod for your a bit. Please keep your arms and legs inside the Inn at all times.
Any speculation on the dwarf's choice of bedding seemed to be missed by the dwarf in question. His eyes lit up at the phrase "best room you have". Amalia knew that look well from her father and brother. It was the look of a merchant who knew he had a sale.
"You will find no more comfortable a bed nor relaxing a bath for the price young missy, that I promise ya." He spun around on his stool and almost reverently lifted a key from the pegboard on the wall. "Have you luggage that needs to be fetched, young miss?"
Any speculation on the dwarf's choice of bedding seemed to be missed by the dwarf in question. His eyes lit up at the phrase "best room you have". Amalia knew that look well from her father and brother. It was the look of a merchant who knew he had a sale.
"You will find no more comfortable a bed nor relaxing a bath for the price young missy, that I promise ya." He spun around on his stool and almost reverently lifted a key from the pegboard on the wall. "Have you luggage that needs to be fetched, young miss?"
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Donald heard a mermaid sing, Susy spied an elf,
But all the magic I have known, I've had to make myself.
Shel Silverstein[/size]
Donald heard a mermaid sing, Susy spied an elf,
But all the magic I have known, I've had to make myself.
Shel Silverstein[/size]
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Guest
With a look that seemed so familiar Amalia suddenly felt much more relaxed. In fact until that moment she hadn’t even recognised the tense hard knots building up around her shoulders.
“You are most kind. I have a chest at the dock still.†There was no way she could have hauled that all the way by herself. It was a nice little bonus that she wouldn’t have to arrange collection herself now. Fishing a small coin from her purse she handed it to the dwarf and she would have at home, a small token to ensure her things were well taken care of.
“You are most kind. I have a chest at the dock still.†There was no way she could have hauled that all the way by herself. It was a nice little bonus that she wouldn’t have to arrange collection herself now. Fishing a small coin from her purse she handed it to the dwarf and she would have at home, a small token to ensure her things were well taken care of.
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OOC: Tristam - I'm not sure what precisely will occur in my thread on evening of the 19th, but assuming that I neither get banished from the Citadel nor die, I think I'll be able to participate here without running afoul of any timeknots. Is that ok?
IC:
Tavren hummed to himself, a little tune of his own design, as he stabbed his fork through the last roasted potato, artfully joined it with the final bit of fried egg and, with a twirl of the wrist, delivered the crowning blow.
Chewing thoughtfully, the rogue glanced at his beer glass, waxing philosophical. He'd chosen a lager to go with his late breakfast. It was lighter than an ale, golden and bubbly, and wonderfully appropriate. As he lifted the glass to wash away his reverie, he caught a reflection, a brief, blonde glimmer. Tavren looked up from his plate.
His green eyes widened. The woman speaking with Bill the Dwarf...who was she? He was quite certain he'd never seen her at the Dragon before, or , for that matter, anyone remotely like her. Aside from being irrevocably good-looking, she had a subtly imperious bearing that was evident in her facial expressions as she spoke with the maitre d', the air of a individual to whom lack and refusal were utter strangers - a girl raised on a diet of presents and privilege.
Though he'd never known such a life, Tavren didn't resent those who had. Instead the girl's manner made him feel a bit nostalgic, reminding him of the years he'd spent growing up as a servant in a wealthy home. He had learned then that a well-to-do family was like a protective bubble that ensured comfort for all those within and that when the pampered offspring of such families made forays into the 'real world', they often found it to be less than accommodating. The results were predictable and sometimes hilarious.
Tavren shook his head, mentally scolding himself. Listen to yourself! Playing the veteran. Sure you've been around the block a few times, but you're probably no older than she is. Rule number one in the savvy thief's handbook: observe people, assess them, but never judge them, never decide anything about them without evidence. She might not be what she appears.
Tavren turned back towards the bar, but continued to watch the newcomer out of the corner of his eye, unconsciously running a hand through his flame-colored hair and smoothing out his wrinkled tunic.
IC:
Tavren hummed to himself, a little tune of his own design, as he stabbed his fork through the last roasted potato, artfully joined it with the final bit of fried egg and, with a twirl of the wrist, delivered the crowning blow.
Chewing thoughtfully, the rogue glanced at his beer glass, waxing philosophical. He'd chosen a lager to go with his late breakfast. It was lighter than an ale, golden and bubbly, and wonderfully appropriate. As he lifted the glass to wash away his reverie, he caught a reflection, a brief, blonde glimmer. Tavren looked up from his plate.
His green eyes widened. The woman speaking with Bill the Dwarf...who was she? He was quite certain he'd never seen her at the Dragon before, or , for that matter, anyone remotely like her. Aside from being irrevocably good-looking, she had a subtly imperious bearing that was evident in her facial expressions as she spoke with the maitre d', the air of a individual to whom lack and refusal were utter strangers - a girl raised on a diet of presents and privilege.
Though he'd never known such a life, Tavren didn't resent those who had. Instead the girl's manner made him feel a bit nostalgic, reminding him of the years he'd spent growing up as a servant in a wealthy home. He had learned then that a well-to-do family was like a protective bubble that ensured comfort for all those within and that when the pampered offspring of such families made forays into the 'real world', they often found it to be less than accommodating. The results were predictable and sometimes hilarious.
Tavren shook his head, mentally scolding himself. Listen to yourself! Playing the veteran. Sure you've been around the block a few times, but you're probably no older than she is. Rule number one in the savvy thief's handbook: observe people, assess them, but never judge them, never decide anything about them without evidence. She might not be what she appears.
Tavren turned back towards the bar, but continued to watch the newcomer out of the corner of his eye, unconsciously running a hand through his flame-colored hair and smoothing out his wrinkled tunic.
Amalia
The continued twinkling of the dwarf's eyes showed that her token was well received. "Tad!" He bellowed over his shoulder. A young boy of maybe 12 yahren came out from a door leading back into the Inn.
"Yeah, Bill?" He asked.
"Get the cart and head down to the docks for Miss..." Bill faltered. "Beg pardon miss, but I didn't get your name." Bill admitted with an oily smile.
Once the name is given, Bill sends Tad off to the docks after Amalia's luggage. "Would you like to see the room now, or partake of luncheon our common room?" The polite words somehow sound wrong in the dwarf's gravelling voice but his desire to please seems genuine.
Tarven
OOC: Well just keep that in mind when finishing out that thread. I'll go with it for now.
IC: The red headed barmaid came over to his table and cleared up the plates. She turned her head to see what Tarven was looking at. "Pan's Horns, not another one!" She groaned quietly. "I thought the Countess was bad enough but I've got to watch me P's and Q's around another one. If this keeps up, I might try for a maid in the Palace. Might as well get the higher wage if I'm gonna keep bowing and scraping."
She turned back to Tarven. "Anything else you need dearie?"
The continued twinkling of the dwarf's eyes showed that her token was well received. "Tad!" He bellowed over his shoulder. A young boy of maybe 12 yahren came out from a door leading back into the Inn.
"Yeah, Bill?" He asked.
"Get the cart and head down to the docks for Miss..." Bill faltered. "Beg pardon miss, but I didn't get your name." Bill admitted with an oily smile.
Once the name is given, Bill sends Tad off to the docks after Amalia's luggage. "Would you like to see the room now, or partake of luncheon our common room?" The polite words somehow sound wrong in the dwarf's gravelling voice but his desire to please seems genuine.
Tarven
OOC: Well just keep that in mind when finishing out that thread
. I'll go with it for now.
IC: The red headed barmaid came over to his table and cleared up the plates. She turned her head to see what Tarven was looking at. "Pan's Horns, not another one!" She groaned quietly. "I thought the Countess was bad enough but I've got to watch me P's and Q's around another one. If this keeps up, I might try for a maid in the Palace. Might as well get the higher wage if I'm gonna keep bowing and scraping."
She turned back to Tarven. "Anything else you need dearie?"
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Donald heard a mermaid sing, Susy spied an elf,
But all the magic I have known, I've had to make myself.
Shel Silverstein[/size]
Donald heard a mermaid sing, Susy spied an elf,
But all the magic I have known, I've had to make myself.
Shel Silverstein[/size]
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Guest
“San Hoope,†the blonde replied flashing a quick smile at Tad before returning her gaze to Bill. “Miss Amalia san Hoope.â€
Watching the boy leave in search of her luggage she paused a moment to think over what to do next. The image of a bath, steaming hot with bubbles spilling over the side immediately formed in her mind. If anything would ease away the weariness of travel and relax her knotted muscles that would. But without her things she wouldn’t enjoy it nearly so much.
“The room can wait.†It wasn’t as if she had any other options right now. if she didn’t like the room she would still have to stay there a while yet. “I’ll partake of luncheon before I relax. As soon as Tad returns have a bath drawn, and I’ll take to my room then.â€
The mention of food encouraged her to look to the common room, just in time to see a serving wench staring in her direction before returning her gaze to a handsome redhead. It was impossible to know what she was saying but from the look of her, and him, she could hazard a very good guess. The image forming in her mind, of the wench telling the handsome redhead all about the deserts she had to offer and how they might be free if he treats her nicely, bought a smirk to her lips. She’s probably telling him, even now, to meet her in the stables in 5 minutes, or perhaps an alley outside.
Aware, suddenly, that was staring Amalia returned her full attention back to Bill.
Watching the boy leave in search of her luggage she paused a moment to think over what to do next. The image of a bath, steaming hot with bubbles spilling over the side immediately formed in her mind. If anything would ease away the weariness of travel and relax her knotted muscles that would. But without her things she wouldn’t enjoy it nearly so much.
“The room can wait.†It wasn’t as if she had any other options right now. if she didn’t like the room she would still have to stay there a while yet. “I’ll partake of luncheon before I relax. As soon as Tad returns have a bath drawn, and I’ll take to my room then.â€
The mention of food encouraged her to look to the common room, just in time to see a serving wench staring in her direction before returning her gaze to a handsome redhead. It was impossible to know what she was saying but from the look of her, and him, she could hazard a very good guess. The image forming in her mind, of the wench telling the handsome redhead all about the deserts she had to offer and how they might be free if he treats her nicely, bought a smirk to her lips. She’s probably telling him, even now, to meet her in the stables in 5 minutes, or perhaps an alley outside.
Aware, suddenly, that was staring Amalia returned her full attention back to Bill.
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Tavren
"Starting early I see eh? Good luck." The barmaid scooped up the coins and flounced off back to the kitchen.
Amalia
Bill rubbed his hands together eagerly then gestured towards the common room. "Please this way, miss."
Bill escorted her to a currently empty table towards the center of the room. The common room is hardly fancy but it is clean and smells of food and spirits. It is early yet so the room is only maybe a quarter full. There is a stage for a performer but there is no such worthy there at the moment. In the corner, a rather serious looking fellow is tossing knives at a target.
"I do hope everything will be to your liking, miss. Enjoy." Bill gave her a slight bow and then stalked off after the barmaid into the kitchen. After a burn or two, the barmaid emerged clearly wearing a fresh blouse and a clean apron from the one she wore before.
She dropped a dark alle on Tarven's table and then came over to her.
"What can I get for you this tide, milady?" She asked with a little curtsey and a smile. "We've got fresh fish, a lovely mutton stew, and some cold roast from last night's supper." She paused a moment to look around for the dwarf then leaned in. "The gentleman at the table over there," she gestured at Tarven with her head, "has offered to buy you a drink, miss."
"Starting early I see eh? Good luck." The barmaid scooped up the coins and flounced off back to the kitchen.
Amalia
Bill rubbed his hands together eagerly then gestured towards the common room. "Please this way, miss."
Bill escorted her to a currently empty table towards the center of the room. The common room is hardly fancy but it is clean and smells of food and spirits. It is early yet so the room is only maybe a quarter full. There is a stage for a performer but there is no such worthy there at the moment. In the corner, a rather serious looking fellow is tossing knives at a target.
"I do hope everything will be to your liking, miss. Enjoy." Bill gave her a slight bow and then stalked off after the barmaid into the kitchen. After a burn or two, the barmaid emerged clearly wearing a fresh blouse and a clean apron from the one she wore before.
She dropped a dark alle on Tarven's table and then came over to her.
"What can I get for you this tide, milady?" She asked with a little curtsey and a smile. "We've got fresh fish, a lovely mutton stew, and some cold roast from last night's supper." She paused a moment to look around for the dwarf then leaned in. "The gentleman at the table over there," she gestured at Tarven with her head, "has offered to buy you a drink, miss."
[size=100]
Donald heard a mermaid sing, Susy spied an elf,
But all the magic I have known, I've had to make myself.
Shel Silverstein[/size]
Donald heard a mermaid sing, Susy spied an elf,
But all the magic I have known, I've had to make myself.
Shel Silverstein[/size]
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Guest
From the centre of the room Amalia was pleased to see she had a nice view of several things but more notable than most was the knife thrower. Mesmerised for a few moments she watched the knifes in flight with the realisation she would be hard pressed to hit any kind of target unless by sheer luck. For the first time in her life, alone in a large city, she began to suspect her own vulnerability. I ought to look into learning something that would help defend myself, or at least create a necessary diversion.
The appearance of the barmaid, dressed anew, diverted her attention to other amusements. The clean clothes only went to confirm what she has previously suspected, the wench had set her sights on the redhead.
When the barmaid appeared at her side it occurred to Amalia that she had no idea what it was she wanted for sustenance. She was thankful that the woman for giving her a few choice, and upon hearing them her desire became immediately apparent. Fresh fish, the clean taste of the sea, was a great favourite in her family home, it would be just the thing to make her feel at home again now in this strange new place. “The fish would be lovely, thankyou.â€
As the woman leaned in closer with her offer Amalia arched an eyebrow in surprise. “Well I can hardly refuse such a kind offer. I shall take cold white wine, very fine cold white wine.†There was no need to waste an opportunity when it presented itself.
Fixing her sights on Tavren she nodded her acceptance without smiling and then curled a long finger towards him as she beckoned him to join her.
The appearance of the barmaid, dressed anew, diverted her attention to other amusements. The clean clothes only went to confirm what she has previously suspected, the wench had set her sights on the redhead.
When the barmaid appeared at her side it occurred to Amalia that she had no idea what it was she wanted for sustenance. She was thankful that the woman for giving her a few choice, and upon hearing them her desire became immediately apparent. Fresh fish, the clean taste of the sea, was a great favourite in her family home, it would be just the thing to make her feel at home again now in this strange new place. “The fish would be lovely, thankyou.â€
As the woman leaned in closer with her offer Amalia arched an eyebrow in surprise. “Well I can hardly refuse such a kind offer. I shall take cold white wine, very fine cold white wine.†There was no need to waste an opportunity when it presented itself.
Fixing her sights on Tavren she nodded her acceptance without smiling and then curled a long finger towards him as she beckoned him to join her.
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Tavren glanced over as the barmaid passed along his offer. It seemed the woman had accepted. He only hoped that she hadn't ordered anything too expensive, in fact his emaciated coin pouch winced at the thought, but such was the risk one ran when treating the already affluent. He raised his glass to her in a gesture of gentlemanly acknowledgement and polite admiration.
As she beckoned him over he hid his smile in swig of beer. Was she inviting his company as a guest, or demanding it as a servant? The fiery-haired rogue calmly finished his drink before standing and indicating to the beleagured barmaid that he would be taking his libations at a new table. That business attended to, he strode over to the table, laying a firm hand on the backrest of the empty chair across from the young woman. "Goodday Miss", he said, bowing slightly, his green eyes playful. "May I?"
As she beckoned him over he hid his smile in swig of beer. Was she inviting his company as a guest, or demanding it as a servant? The fiery-haired rogue calmly finished his drink before standing and indicating to the beleagured barmaid that he would be taking his libations at a new table. That business attended to, he strode over to the table, laying a firm hand on the backrest of the empty chair across from the young woman. "Goodday Miss", he said, bowing slightly, his green eyes playful. "May I?"
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As the guard at the gate had predicted, the sounds that emanated from the Burpin Dragon were unmistakeably those of innebriated merriment. Reikos had taken his time wandering across Herald's Court, interested as he was in seeing as much of the city as he could - it was not Dort, that was for sure, but at first glance it was not so different ater all. In some ways, the achadhiel supposed, all cities would be similar.
Reikos was glad enough, however, when he finally stood before the door of the inn. Having carried his backpack and sack of personal effects all the way to the gates, the achadhiel would be very glad indeed when he could give his arms a much needed rest. And this, it seemed, was the very place to do so. The interior of the Burpin Dragon smelled of various alcoholic drinks, non-alcoholic foods, and the innevitable smells that came from crowds of people.
Reikos sent a glance about and then approached the dwarf puttering behind a desk, his steps brisk, as befit a young man of his condition. He was certainly not a shy individual, was Reikos, nor abashed about anything in himself save his elven blood. But the achadhiel put aside that consideration as he coughted politely to divert the dwarf's attention to himself and, whenever that wuold happen, began: "I am looking for a comfortable room sir.. and a meal." And a drink. Definitely a drink. Reikos shrugged off the sack from his shoulder to the floor as he waited for the dwarf's response.
Reikos was glad enough, however, when he finally stood before the door of the inn. Having carried his backpack and sack of personal effects all the way to the gates, the achadhiel would be very glad indeed when he could give his arms a much needed rest. And this, it seemed, was the very place to do so. The interior of the Burpin Dragon smelled of various alcoholic drinks, non-alcoholic foods, and the innevitable smells that came from crowds of people.
Reikos sent a glance about and then approached the dwarf puttering behind a desk, his steps brisk, as befit a young man of his condition. He was certainly not a shy individual, was Reikos, nor abashed about anything in himself save his elven blood. But the achadhiel put aside that consideration as he coughted politely to divert the dwarf's attention to himself and, whenever that wuold happen, began: "I am looking for a comfortable room sir.. and a meal." And a drink. Definitely a drink. Reikos shrugged off the sack from his shoulder to the floor as he waited for the dwarf's response.
Reikos
The dwarf looked up from the large ledger he was examining with a scowl at the sound of the cough. "A room eh?" Bill grumbled as he looked him up and down. "Its 6 banner a night, first night in advance." He announced.
He spun around on his stool and plucked a thick iron key from a pegboard on the wall. "You're in number three. Just upstairs. You can't miss it." He held out his hand for payment. "Meals and drinks are served in the tavern there." He jerked his head at the archway to his left that led into the common room of the Dragon.
The dwarf looked up from the large ledger he was examining with a scowl at the sound of the cough. "A room eh?" Bill grumbled as he looked him up and down. "Its 6 banner a night, first night in advance." He announced.
He spun around on his stool and plucked a thick iron key from a pegboard on the wall. "You're in number three. Just upstairs. You can't miss it." He held out his hand for payment. "Meals and drinks are served in the tavern there." He jerked his head at the archway to his left that led into the common room of the Dragon.
[size=100]
Donald heard a mermaid sing, Susy spied an elf,
But all the magic I have known, I've had to make myself.
Shel Silverstein[/size]
Donald heard a mermaid sing, Susy spied an elf,
But all the magic I have known, I've had to make myself.
Shel Silverstein[/size]
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Guest
Watching the redhead take a swig of ale Amalia feared for a moment that he was about to stay put, which would have made her look a foolish which was not something she relished at all.
Following his actions closely as he stood, strode across the floor and then finally claimed the chair opposite her with a strong hand Amalia allowed herself a smile.
“I was rather hoping you would, I’m not in the habit of accepting drinks from strangers. The sooner we change that the less of a problem I’ll have.†She motioned to the chair Tavren had already claimed hoping he would sit. “So why don’t we start with your name?â€
Following his actions closely as he stood, strode across the floor and then finally claimed the chair opposite her with a strong hand Amalia allowed herself a smile.
“I was rather hoping you would, I’m not in the habit of accepting drinks from strangers. The sooner we change that the less of a problem I’ll have.†She motioned to the chair Tavren had already claimed hoping he would sit. “So why don’t we start with your name?â€
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OOC: I'll be in France without internet till Monday. Just a heads up!
IC:
Tavren noted the subtle flicker of uncertainty on the girls face as he took his time in accepting her invitation. Human afterall..., he was glad to note. Sometimes beauty made people hard.
A parade of colorful pseudonyms sauntered through his mind as she asked his name: Terence Longshanks, Diddly Blutherbee, Milestro Maidenbreaker..., but in the end he decided that no name captured his essence as perfectly as the real one.
"Tavren, Tavren Ravenstaff.", he replied, grinning roguishly as he took his seat.
And who, m'lady, might you be?", he intoned in a voice that was comically deep, as he picked up her hand and kissed it with flair. This sort of over-the top forwardness was in truth just a game. He hoped she realized that. If she thought he was taking himself seriously, then he would appear to be...quite the ass.
IC:
Tavren noted the subtle flicker of uncertainty on the girls face as he took his time in accepting her invitation. Human afterall..., he was glad to note. Sometimes beauty made people hard.
A parade of colorful pseudonyms sauntered through his mind as she asked his name: Terence Longshanks, Diddly Blutherbee, Milestro Maidenbreaker..., but in the end he decided that no name captured his essence as perfectly as the real one.
"Tavren, Tavren Ravenstaff.", he replied, grinning roguishly as he took his seat.
And who, m'lady, might you be?", he intoned in a voice that was comically deep, as he picked up her hand and kissed it with flair. This sort of over-the top forwardness was in truth just a game. He hoped she realized that. If she thought he was taking himself seriously, then he would appear to be...quite the ass.
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6 banners... Reikos made a face as he dug into his money pouch for the needed coins, carefully setting them out on the desk as the dwarf handed him a large iron key. It was the sort of thing that, for the very weight in one's pockets, one would be hardly likely to forget. "Thank you," Reikos replied shortly, for the dwarf was none too expansive himself; the achadhiel merely glad for a place to stay for the night, and determined to settle himself into life at the Citadel as quickly as possible, less his little stock of coins - which he meant to go into establishing a proper business, though of what sort Reikos hadn't any idea as of yet - be frittered away upon mundane necessities.
The necessity for edibles soon overcame the half-elf's worry. In fact, it did so as soon as he had reached his room and neatly piled his things up in a corner.
Food first, business later. The achadhiel's stomach growled in agreement. The tavern had seemed quite full as Reikos had walked past, and so he pleasantly looked forward to more than a mere meal downstairs as he took a last look about his new quarters, turned the key in the lock, and made his way down to the lobby and then across to the Burpin' Dragon tavern. Reikos was, though force of character, not a very shy person, though not particularly outgoing either; but the travel, and the newness of his situation, combined to make him curious on each and every point of interest in his new surroundings - not least of which were the people of the Citadel themselves.
Just inside the doorway, therefore, Reikos hesitated, glancing about him in hopes of - well, he didn't quite know what, since all the people here were naturally as foreign to him as the Inn itself. And that, naturally, was the case. He had stepped in just in time, however, to see a young red-head human approach a young human woman of some beaty; their greetings were polite enough to give no indication of previous acquaintance and Reikos, almost insensibly pulled by their very humanity, moved over to their table with as polite a smile as his pale features could manage.
"Excuse me, but would this seat be available?" He asked, rather hoping his simple, travel-work clothes - that he hadn't had the moment to change as yet, desiring the change of clothing to be accompanied with a good bath - would not work to his detriment.
The necessity for edibles soon overcame the half-elf's worry. In fact, it did so as soon as he had reached his room and neatly piled his things up in a corner.
Food first, business later. The achadhiel's stomach growled in agreement. The tavern had seemed quite full as Reikos had walked past, and so he pleasantly looked forward to more than a mere meal downstairs as he took a last look about his new quarters, turned the key in the lock, and made his way down to the lobby and then across to the Burpin' Dragon tavern. Reikos was, though force of character, not a very shy person, though not particularly outgoing either; but the travel, and the newness of his situation, combined to make him curious on each and every point of interest in his new surroundings - not least of which were the people of the Citadel themselves.
Just inside the doorway, therefore, Reikos hesitated, glancing about him in hopes of - well, he didn't quite know what, since all the people here were naturally as foreign to him as the Inn itself. And that, naturally, was the case. He had stepped in just in time, however, to see a young red-head human approach a young human woman of some beaty; their greetings were polite enough to give no indication of previous acquaintance and Reikos, almost insensibly pulled by their very humanity, moved over to their table with as polite a smile as his pale features could manage.
"Excuse me, but would this seat be available?" He asked, rather hoping his simple, travel-work clothes - that he hadn't had the moment to change as yet, desiring the change of clothing to be accompanied with a good bath - would not work to his detriment.
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"Then I’m pleased to meet you Tavren Ravenstaff" she smiled up at him quite enjoying the kiss on her hand. Old fashioned values were to be treasured wherever they might be found. “And I am Amalia.†No need to give away all my secrets yet, she thought purposely omitting her last name.
The arrival of the achadhiel made it easier to move away from that subject and onto the next. Although not quite certain she thought she heard the familiar lilt of a Dort accent in the lilt of his voice when he spoke. It was strangely reassuring. “Of course, it would be a pleasure. Do take a seat and join us. I’m Amalia and here," she motioned to her companion resting her hand against his arm as she did so, "we have one Tavren Ravenstaff.â€
The arrival of the achadhiel made it easier to move away from that subject and onto the next. Although not quite certain she thought she heard the familiar lilt of a Dort accent in the lilt of his voice when he spoke. It was strangely reassuring. “Of course, it would be a pleasure. Do take a seat and join us. I’m Amalia and here," she motioned to her companion resting her hand against his arm as she did so, "we have one Tavren Ravenstaff.â€
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The young montebanque inclined his head politely as the woman introduced herself, a lock of fiery hair escaping from behind his ear. "I assure you Miss", he intoned smoothly, "the pleasure is at least fifty percent mine."
Tavren was mildly curious about her offering only a first name. An individual with something to hide perhaps, he reflected. Then again perhaps she was simply a famous bard who found she could sell more of her work if she presented it under a single, catchy moniker. Tavren tried to recall if he'd heard any squeaky local musicians playing "Amalia" cover songs, but couldn't and shrugged off the fanciful thought.
She was certainly a charming girl, with an easy grace about her that stopped short of arrogance - and fell somewhere in the range of totally alluring. He glanced up at her and opened his mouth to speak, when - suddenly - his reverie was burst by a tentative and accented voice. -"-excuse me, but would this seat be available?" The thief's green eyes flashed as the newcomer barged, unbidden, into the conversation, but he retained a polite and diplomatic smile.
"Yes, by all means, please join us", he grinned through gritted teeth.
The rogue raised his eyebrows as Amalia placed a delicate hand on his arm. "-and here we have one Tavren Ravenstaff." Tavren shrugged cheerfully. "Yes, sadly only one. Of course if there were two of me, then we would have been three, and as most people would agree - three is a crowd." Tavren glanced coolly up at the newcomer for a moment, before his annoyance at being interrupted dissolved and was replaced by his usual good cheer.
"Please, please, take a seat my good man!", he bellowed, pushing out the chair with his boot. "Are you fresh off the boat?"
Tavren was mildly curious about her offering only a first name. An individual with something to hide perhaps, he reflected. Then again perhaps she was simply a famous bard who found she could sell more of her work if she presented it under a single, catchy moniker. Tavren tried to recall if he'd heard any squeaky local musicians playing "Amalia" cover songs, but couldn't and shrugged off the fanciful thought.
She was certainly a charming girl, with an easy grace about her that stopped short of arrogance - and fell somewhere in the range of totally alluring. He glanced up at her and opened his mouth to speak, when - suddenly - his reverie was burst by a tentative and accented voice. -"-excuse me, but would this seat be available?" The thief's green eyes flashed as the newcomer barged, unbidden, into the conversation, but he retained a polite and diplomatic smile.
"Yes, by all means, please join us", he grinned through gritted teeth.
The rogue raised his eyebrows as Amalia placed a delicate hand on his arm. "-and here we have one Tavren Ravenstaff." Tavren shrugged cheerfully. "Yes, sadly only one. Of course if there were two of me, then we would have been three, and as most people would agree - three is a crowd." Tavren glanced coolly up at the newcomer for a moment, before his annoyance at being interrupted dissolved and was replaced by his usual good cheer.
"Please, please, take a seat my good man!", he bellowed, pushing out the chair with his boot. "Are you fresh off the boat?"
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Reikos' attention travelled from the woman to the man, who appeared at first not at all happy about the interuption, his facial expression impassive yet radiating something quite the opposite. Reikos was slightly surprised, and paused to consider whether he was truly not barging into something (despite the appearance of the duo and Amalia's welcoming words) before the man's - Tavern's - expression suddenly changed into boisterous greeting. It rather threw the achadhiel off, but in the end he gave a mental shrugged and decided that the human could keep his own look-out. Reikos wasn't going to bother with the complex workings that had got him from anger to welcome in under three seconds.
"And I am Reikos - Reikos Carns." He nodded as he sat, elbows placed comfortably on the table, though he leaned back against the chair. "Yes, fresh off the boat you might say," he smiled in amusement and plucked with one hand at the clothes that were exactly the ones in which he had spent the last part of the passage. "And glad of it, to tell the truth; I am not much of a seaman myself." Anything to be different from my father. The thought was subconscious, but potent nevertheless.
"And yourselves?" Reikos nodded to Amalia and Tavren, "I believe you are Dortenese, Miss Amalia, unless my ears mistake me?" He smiled, like Tavren not immune to the humans beauty, even though at the moment it was more of a disinterested appretiation than anything.
"And I am Reikos - Reikos Carns." He nodded as he sat, elbows placed comfortably on the table, though he leaned back against the chair. "Yes, fresh off the boat you might say," he smiled in amusement and plucked with one hand at the clothes that were exactly the ones in which he had spent the last part of the passage. "And glad of it, to tell the truth; I am not much of a seaman myself." Anything to be different from my father. The thought was subconscious, but potent nevertheless.
"And yourselves?" Reikos nodded to Amalia and Tavren, "I believe you are Dortenese, Miss Amalia, unless my ears mistake me?" He smiled, like Tavren not immune to the humans beauty, even though at the moment it was more of a disinterested appretiation than anything.