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Post by Myridd on Apr 6, 2009 17:44:24 GMT -8
The Dragon Kissed:
He looks at Elia, quite happy that the hood of his cloak hides his face, or his flushing red cheeks would be obvious. "Th.. Thank you. I never quite learned the art of healing.." He spoke rather timidly. He turns to Quel.
"I was mugged.. Just outside of town. Came off on the winning end, but I am a little sore.." He speaks to the cigar smoking half-elf. It would be easy to note that his tone of voice is much more confident speaking to Quel than Elia.
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 6, 2009 17:50:27 GMT -8
The Wanderer
"No. . . I've never heard it in this life," The Deva replies softly, "But something in the tone of it is. . . familiar."
He takes a deep breath and something in him tenses imperceptively, though his demeanor does not change.
"Roland is the representative of a spice merchant from Xan," He says, "And I'm his bodyguard. We've negotiations to see to tommorrow, or somesuch. The details escape me."
The Scalechanger
The rat squeaks in dissaproval as the eladrin woman closes her book on his paws, leaping off the table and scurrying across the bar, toward a shady corner where he can lick his wounds.
The Spellsword
Quel frowns as he clenches his cigar in his teeth. Something about the set of his jaw hints that his teeth may have started rattling if he didn't. "Mugged? In this part of town?" He takes a thoughtful puff on his burning faggot, "Would have expected something like that in the old neighborhood. . ."
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Post by Shiningwolf on Apr 6, 2009 17:53:05 GMT -8
The Glove: The hood sways briefly, and a small chuckle emanates from its darkness. A gloved hand reaches towards the floor, a piece of cheese grasped within, offering it the rather large rat that scurried over to him.
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 6, 2009 17:55:29 GMT -8
The Scalechanger
The rat takes the cheese cautiously, glancing up at the generous stranger nervously. It climbs up onto the cloaked man's table and peers up at him.
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Post by Shiningwolf on Apr 6, 2009 17:58:27 GMT -8
The Glove: "Intelligent little fellow, aren't you?" whispers the cloaked man. He examines the rat briefly, before returning his gaze to the bar. He slips his mask back on as he questions, "now, what kind of business do you have I wonder?"
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Post by Myridd on Apr 6, 2009 18:02:38 GMT -8
The Dragon Kissed:
"I was surprised as well... I thought this was the good side of town, but..." He sighed, and tenderly touched his new bandage. "... apparently the town set about convincing me otherwise."
He shrugged, and finally let down his hood. In doing so, he exposed his dark, smoky skin and short spiky white hair. He has a simple gold post through the lobe of both pointed ears. He has a fresh cut underneath his left eye.
He is obviously young. His height and his smooth round facial features make that obvious, but the set of his jaw, and the determine set of his eyes suggests he is perhaps more mature than his boyish appearance would initially suggest.
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 6, 2009 18:03:02 GMT -8
The Scalechanger
"I could athk the thame of you, elf." The rat whispers as it chews its cheese innocently.
The Spellsword
Quel nods to the small creature, "This place will do that. . . surprise you that is."
He flags down the hobgoblin barwench and hands her a silver coin, "Glass of rum for the little man there," He says, smiling slightly with the cigar clenched in his teeth.
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Post by Bladedancer on Apr 6, 2009 18:05:33 GMT -8
"It's a rougher place than you might think, these days." Elia gently cinches the bandage tight, binding it in place. "The cutthroats seem to get a little bolder every year." She cleans her fingers with a cloth, then slips her gloves back on. "You can call me Elia. Welcome to the Empress's Pride. Will you need a few coin until you can get your feet again, or did you hold on to your purse?" She takes a long look at him, seeming oddly calm despite the legendary animosity between the Tu'ron'o and the Drow.
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Post by Shiningwolf on Apr 6, 2009 18:08:17 GMT -8
The Glove: "Hmph," the cloaked one goes, "that would be telling now wouldn't it little one?" He puts his book back in his bag, and checking that his sword is undisturbed, glances back over the bar. "For now, watching and waiting, I guess..."
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 6, 2009 18:11:08 GMT -8
The Scalechanger
"We are kindred thpiritth then," The rat says as it turns to watch the half-elf, tu'ro'no, and small fey man, ". . .and thankth for the cheethe."
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Post by Shiningwolf on Apr 6, 2009 18:14:41 GMT -8
The Glove: "Now, isn't that an interesting group over there. And one of them looks awfully familiar to..."
The Unlucky(diplomat) "Now Desmond, I believe I will turn in early tonight. Don't forget, first thing in the morning!" quips the blue Deva, as he gestures towards his friend. His eyes linger briefly on the "bard" before glancing over the bar, searching for his drinking companion. Failing to see him, he shrugs and turns, heading back towards his room.
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 6, 2009 18:19:15 GMT -8
The Scalechanger
The rat seems to nod as it nibbles its cheese and watches.
The Wanderer
"Right Roland," He says, "I'll remember."
The Deva then turns back to miss Snow, awaiting her response.
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Post by Myridd on Apr 6, 2009 18:23:35 GMT -8
Carmella looks at Desmond as Roland leaves, and she smiles again slyly. "A.. bodyguard?" She places a hand lightly on Desmond's arm. "..That means you're... strong?"
The Dragon Kissed:
The drow looks at Elia, and shakes his head. "I managed to hang on to everything. Can't say the same for them.." His voice trembles a bit, and he refuses to look her in the eye, but it is obvious he is making the attempt to be social.
He accepts the rum when it comes to the table, he brings the cup to his nose and sniffs it. His nose wrinkles somewhat cutely and he sneezes.
"I.. I am supposed to drink this?" He looks at Quel, his ice blue eyes (as in the iris, the pupil and the normal white are ice blue.) wide in disbelief.
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 6, 2009 18:27:49 GMT -8
The Wanderer
The Deva bursts out in warm laughter at the pale woman's inquiry.
"Yes," He says as he locks his cream-colored eyes with her, "Quite."
The Spellsword
"That's the idea," He says to the small man, shrugging, "Warm you up, loosen your nerves. Good drink for after a fight."
"It disinfects wounds too," He adds as he eyes the tu'ro'no woman.
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Post by Myridd on Apr 6, 2009 18:32:59 GMT -8
Carmella smiles and lets out a soft sigh, her red eyes locked with Desmond's cream colored ones. "I... like strong..." She purrs slightly as she finishs the last of her wine.
The Dragon Kissed:
The drow looks at the rum once more, and than glances at Quel. He certainly seemed like he knew what he was talking about. So the drow one-shots the glass of rum.
"...Wow. It... " He gasps. "Certainly warms you up.. Another glass please.." He asks the barwench. ".. I must build up a tolerance to this... warmth.."
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