Post by Joliette Thorne on Jul 17, 2008 5:58:58 GMT -5
--The Red Dragon Inn, Craughmoyle--
Tenebrae had made her way to the smoky, dwarvish pub in search of Giolla's secret stash of booze and a few drinking-songs to take her mind off the sundry machinations of running a city, and the singular thought that'd been bothering her all day. With her goblin making a nuisance of himself underfoot, she wended her way through the dwarvish crowd to the bar, where she greeted the keep warmly and slid to a seat on a barstool.
Leoxander would find it a little difficult to hide, being the tallest one in the room, so he never bothered to try. He'd hover just a step behind the necromancer, unshaven and in need of some hard liquor to fix a hang over from the day before. Head low, Leo kept watch from behind a veil of dishevelled and overgrown hair, slouching back into the seat beside Tene'. Only a gesture of his hand and a low grunt fixed his order... fortunately, a dwarven keep would most likely understand gruff communication like that. Fishing a bowl burnt obsidian pipe from one of his pockets, he stuffed it generously full of herb and famously propped a muddy boot on the side of the bar, tilting into a two-legged balance in the barstool.
Leoxander said to Tenebrae, "Interestin' pick of a pub, tonight."
Tenebrae took her time turning toward the pirate, as if she wasn't entirely aware he'd followed her. Finally, after Giolla had delivered her a tankard of special brew, famously potent, she would swivel around on her seat a bit, and bestow the whitest of grins on her mate. "Ello, sailor..." The goblin that had capered at her feet now skulked glumly beside her chair, beady red eyes glowering at the Cap'n, to which Tene was, lucky for Maladroit's sake, oblivious. "... lookin' for a date?" The vampiress did that simpering thing that women she despised did, just for effect.
Tenebrae said, "I was in the mood for a decent drink." She nodded to her tankard. "Wanna try?"
Leoxander was aware of the goblin. In fact, in the most nonchalant way, he planted his other foot between the creature and Tenebrae's leg, right on the bar of her stool legs. He wasn't about to make friends with the crow-disguised creature that had attacked him a few times in the past. Fingers closing around his pipe, he'd take the opportunity to lean in her direction with an obvious sniff in the general direction of her cup, his sensitive lycan nose catching the brew from a good foot or two away. "It all smells too thick." He'd mutter this under his breath, not wanting to be overheard criticizing a dwarf made ale in a tavern full of them. Maybe he was just sour they didn't have some sweet rum in stock for the public. "Somethin' tells me you're not just here for the music..." If you could call that racket 'music'. Did every drunk dirt digger in the room have to sing at once?
Tenebrae shrugged, seeing as her attempts at humour had, as they always did, fallen flat, and sipped the reserve, her eyes watering a little as she glanced back up to Leo with a look of sheer, unadulterated innocence. It's a wonder he didn't see a slightly bent-out-of-shape halo floating over her head. "Was just hopin' to catch up with Myrall." Her smile was beatific. Maladroit stared at the lycan's leg, and made a nasty noise that sounded rather like someone sawing through a cat, though it might not be heard about the raucous ditty that detailed the adventures of a stoic dwarven hero with only one testicle.
Leoxander said, "The healer?" He'd never really called her by her name. Before Tenebrae could answer his question, that terrible sound hit his ears, which would have folded back in distress if he'd been in another form. He bared his teeth, showing larger-than-natural canines with a low snarl at the goblin, just a threatening sound that would warn it to back off. Melding this sound into his voice as he looked back to her, he spoke rugged and hoarse for those first few words. His first thought involved that silvery scar on her neck. "What'dyou need her for?"
Leoxander finally lifted the mug and suffered a drink of that bitter brew. Alright, it wasn't so bad he wouldn't request another. Apparently they had some time to kill waiting for a third party.
Tenebrae's goblin shared a like expression, black lips pulling away from yellow teeth, to crinkle his little ebon face in a grimace that implied he held no fear of anything as pitiful as a werebeast. Tene finally caught on to the interaction, and lifted a steel-stilettoed boot over the Captain's possessive leg to catch the creature a sharp tap of shoesole on his forehead. Not bothering to look long enough to catch the resulting poisonous glare, she'd say to Leo, casually, "Yeah. Thought we might..." She chewed her lip, unwilling to speak the plan aloud in a place so crowded by her friend's loyal subjects. "Take on her a little trip." The angle of her left brow, arcing delicately, and the look in those icy green eyes might tell him she was talking business, not pleasure. "All expenses paid, like." Maladroit, meanwhile, was fishing in his pocket for something.
Tenebrae spoke a quiet word to Giolla when she bustled past, resulting in a tray delivered to the counter before the necromancer, which was duly pushed toward Leoxander.
Leoxander knew that look. The reluctant tone of her voice told him even more. He only assumed this would result as another last minute plan in another desperate attempt to cure boredom. A glance at the tray was given as he plucked up a melted candle off its stand, shaking off a few spare drips of wax before using it to light his pipe. Ignoring the dirty scowl from the bar keep, it was shoved back onto it' spike crooked, so that it would all melt to one side and form an angled cliff of wax structure, leaked onto the counter. Tenebrae might have to tip a little extra with the chaos he would cause, just for the hell of it. "Think you could'a picked a more crowded spot for this?" Sarcasm, ever the pirate's friend, and as he puffed up a cloud of sweet scented smoke above his head, he'd eventually find that cheshire grin to accompany it.
Tenebrae gave him a slightly wounded look, as if he'd underestimated her, somehow. As though ignoring the question, she sipped her near-toxic drink again, and when she spoke, her voice'd be about as hoarse as his own. "Did I ever tell you about the time Garath stole the tiara right off the head of a princess?" She wouldn't wait for a reply, blithely continuing, "He knocked out a guard for the royal tour of Vailkrin, took his uniform. And when Her Highness was passing the crowd, she picked up some slattern's brat for a show of royal blessing. Garath made out the mother was an assassin, and yelled for her to be arrested. Nobody thought to watch the guard for sticky fingers, in all the fuss.." She gave him a neat little smile, and lowered her voice to a level she knew he, alone, would hear. "Trusted face-- or uniform. In a crowd, was just the thing."
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Tenebrae had made her way to the smoky, dwarvish pub in search of Giolla's secret stash of booze and a few drinking-songs to take her mind off the sundry machinations of running a city, and the singular thought that'd been bothering her all day. With her goblin making a nuisance of himself underfoot, she wended her way through the dwarvish crowd to the bar, where she greeted the keep warmly and slid to a seat on a barstool.
Leoxander would find it a little difficult to hide, being the tallest one in the room, so he never bothered to try. He'd hover just a step behind the necromancer, unshaven and in need of some hard liquor to fix a hang over from the day before. Head low, Leo kept watch from behind a veil of dishevelled and overgrown hair, slouching back into the seat beside Tene'. Only a gesture of his hand and a low grunt fixed his order... fortunately, a dwarven keep would most likely understand gruff communication like that. Fishing a bowl burnt obsidian pipe from one of his pockets, he stuffed it generously full of herb and famously propped a muddy boot on the side of the bar, tilting into a two-legged balance in the barstool.
Leoxander said to Tenebrae, "Interestin' pick of a pub, tonight."
Tenebrae took her time turning toward the pirate, as if she wasn't entirely aware he'd followed her. Finally, after Giolla had delivered her a tankard of special brew, famously potent, she would swivel around on her seat a bit, and bestow the whitest of grins on her mate. "Ello, sailor..." The goblin that had capered at her feet now skulked glumly beside her chair, beady red eyes glowering at the Cap'n, to which Tene was, lucky for Maladroit's sake, oblivious. "... lookin' for a date?" The vampiress did that simpering thing that women she despised did, just for effect.
Tenebrae said, "I was in the mood for a decent drink." She nodded to her tankard. "Wanna try?"
Leoxander was aware of the goblin. In fact, in the most nonchalant way, he planted his other foot between the creature and Tenebrae's leg, right on the bar of her stool legs. He wasn't about to make friends with the crow-disguised creature that had attacked him a few times in the past. Fingers closing around his pipe, he'd take the opportunity to lean in her direction with an obvious sniff in the general direction of her cup, his sensitive lycan nose catching the brew from a good foot or two away. "It all smells too thick." He'd mutter this under his breath, not wanting to be overheard criticizing a dwarf made ale in a tavern full of them. Maybe he was just sour they didn't have some sweet rum in stock for the public. "Somethin' tells me you're not just here for the music..." If you could call that racket 'music'. Did every drunk dirt digger in the room have to sing at once?
Tenebrae shrugged, seeing as her attempts at humour had, as they always did, fallen flat, and sipped the reserve, her eyes watering a little as she glanced back up to Leo with a look of sheer, unadulterated innocence. It's a wonder he didn't see a slightly bent-out-of-shape halo floating over her head. "Was just hopin' to catch up with Myrall." Her smile was beatific. Maladroit stared at the lycan's leg, and made a nasty noise that sounded rather like someone sawing through a cat, though it might not be heard about the raucous ditty that detailed the adventures of a stoic dwarven hero with only one testicle.
Leoxander said, "The healer?" He'd never really called her by her name. Before Tenebrae could answer his question, that terrible sound hit his ears, which would have folded back in distress if he'd been in another form. He bared his teeth, showing larger-than-natural canines with a low snarl at the goblin, just a threatening sound that would warn it to back off. Melding this sound into his voice as he looked back to her, he spoke rugged and hoarse for those first few words. His first thought involved that silvery scar on her neck. "What'dyou need her for?"
Leoxander finally lifted the mug and suffered a drink of that bitter brew. Alright, it wasn't so bad he wouldn't request another. Apparently they had some time to kill waiting for a third party.
Tenebrae's goblin shared a like expression, black lips pulling away from yellow teeth, to crinkle his little ebon face in a grimace that implied he held no fear of anything as pitiful as a werebeast. Tene finally caught on to the interaction, and lifted a steel-stilettoed boot over the Captain's possessive leg to catch the creature a sharp tap of shoesole on his forehead. Not bothering to look long enough to catch the resulting poisonous glare, she'd say to Leo, casually, "Yeah. Thought we might..." She chewed her lip, unwilling to speak the plan aloud in a place so crowded by her friend's loyal subjects. "Take on her a little trip." The angle of her left brow, arcing delicately, and the look in those icy green eyes might tell him she was talking business, not pleasure. "All expenses paid, like." Maladroit, meanwhile, was fishing in his pocket for something.
Tenebrae spoke a quiet word to Giolla when she bustled past, resulting in a tray delivered to the counter before the necromancer, which was duly pushed toward Leoxander.
Leoxander knew that look. The reluctant tone of her voice told him even more. He only assumed this would result as another last minute plan in another desperate attempt to cure boredom. A glance at the tray was given as he plucked up a melted candle off its stand, shaking off a few spare drips of wax before using it to light his pipe. Ignoring the dirty scowl from the bar keep, it was shoved back onto it' spike crooked, so that it would all melt to one side and form an angled cliff of wax structure, leaked onto the counter. Tenebrae might have to tip a little extra with the chaos he would cause, just for the hell of it. "Think you could'a picked a more crowded spot for this?" Sarcasm, ever the pirate's friend, and as he puffed up a cloud of sweet scented smoke above his head, he'd eventually find that cheshire grin to accompany it.
Tenebrae gave him a slightly wounded look, as if he'd underestimated her, somehow. As though ignoring the question, she sipped her near-toxic drink again, and when she spoke, her voice'd be about as hoarse as his own. "Did I ever tell you about the time Garath stole the tiara right off the head of a princess?" She wouldn't wait for a reply, blithely continuing, "He knocked out a guard for the royal tour of Vailkrin, took his uniform. And when Her Highness was passing the crowd, she picked up some slattern's brat for a show of royal blessing. Garath made out the mother was an assassin, and yelled for her to be arrested. Nobody thought to watch the guard for sticky fingers, in all the fuss.." She gave him a neat little smile, and lowered her voice to a level she knew he, alone, would hear. "Trusted face-- or uniform. In a crowd, was just the thing."
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