The Mistyvale Inn

[Kell]

After a while, after the supposed danger has gone away, he steps away from the door and the wall, ready to face the inside of the Inn. He remembers to have heard Noa's voice somewhere and glances about to see if he can see where her voice came from. After spotting her, he walks over to her; making sure he finds the safest road to her (read alongside the walls and the bars).

"Hi. Noa." he says with a grin from ear to ear.

[SnorriHT]

Latishe glides down the stairs with noble deportment. Her eye for detail firstly spots a woman wearing the same coloured dress as herself. In fact within a heartbeat she recognises its not only the same coloured dress, but also the same cut and pattern.

Oh great. she thinks sarcastically behind a mask of civility. The latest fashions of Old Varana are also available to common harem girls from the Cuhanna, as she glanced at Zahira's turban.

Her eyes then re-direct to the lightning entry of Aswaith through the door. Her heart jumps into her mouth as she steps back in shock, her hands raised in girlish defense. As she hears Aswaith's rant, and recognises no immediate danger, her hands move to soothe her tightening chest.

"I've think you've been smoking too much of that leaf" she comments with mild annoyance.

[Noa]

"..."

Noa stared at the elf before her with a certain urge to run off. Stiffening her back, she evinced a nervous smile to him, still with the mild goblet warming her hands.

"Aswaith." - Noa said, nodding then to him yet not standing up from her seat. Unsure in what to say in reply to that smile Aswaith had that'd make her get the goosebumps, Noa blabbed the first thing that came to her mind - "Y-you mentioned something about... giant pidgeons, didn't you?" - she then frowned her eyebrows and eyed her beverage, realising her dumb mistake:

"N-not that such things aren't unusual or even impossible, of course! Well, then again, they actually are and do make really one wonder, doesn't it?! Not that I am questioning your claims from before! It's not as if I had assumed you were another loony or the like! No, of course I didn't!! I mean, not that your random acts of burning up the graveyard would be mad in anyways, as that smiley expression of yours now is as when y-you're warning of the skies falling and I just can't understand if you are half-loony or simply on the way there, which wouldn't be much of a difference yet yesterday in the afternoon you were just fine and...!" - she then quickly stood up, grabbing her bag in a woodenly manner - "M-maybe this matter isn't even worth discussing, right!?" - she said, avoiding the gaze of the elf and glancing to the nearest door.



((sleep...sleep...))

[Kell]

"..." Aswaith blinks at the waterfall of words streaming over the lips of the redhead girl. He feels himself becoming a bit smaller with every word she says and at the end of her stammered speech his grin has faded as he understands that she's about to slip and run for the hills.

"..You're going so soon? You shouldn't go outside. I think..." he says softly whilst turning down his gaze. "But if you want. Uh. I'll uh. Yeah."

"I'm going to get something to drink. I think." he says, glancing at the bar and Master Roggins. The foul glare the dwarf spits him sends shivers down his back. "I'll uh.. be.. back.." he speaks in a softer voice, becoming aware of the peculiar, strange looks the patrons seem to keep shooting them.

[Mon-da-oth]

Surrounded by several empty ale mugs, Rhode raises his head from the crook of his arm and glares at the Elf.

"Aye, wes knows yous Elfs use dem leaves fer wip'n yer arse. Yous can't tells mes dat a crapped stained leaf isa gonna save da world."

Snatching quickly at the edge of the bar Rhode steadies himself before he falls off the stool and lays his head back down on the serving counter.

[Noa]

"!"

Suddenly, Noa instinctly grabbed Aswaith by the shoulders and pulled him with all of her strength onto the stool besides hers, pointing then her index finger to elf's face with a frowned eyebrow: - "S-stay. Don't move. Or better!" - she said with a serious tone and that random confidence of hers, grabbing then her goblet filled with the milky beverage yet to be drank - "Drink mine! I'll... I'll get myself some more. Yes, that's it."

She then quickly walked a few steps away, incognisant of the odd looks of the patrons at her, before turning back and repeating with that same serious expression:

"Don't move!"

Noa then disappeared into the Mistyvalle's kitchen, dragging her bag with her as if out of habit and, a few minutes later, sounds of glass breaking and the shrieks of an angered gnome resounded throughout the Inn.

[Kell]

*Absolutely baffled by that act of randomness, Aswaith suddenly sits with the goblet in his hands, staring after her. It takes a while before he's able to nod at her commanding and he barely has managed to snap out of it by the time the sounds of things being wrecked and damaged in the kitchen is heard. He looks at the goblet. Then at the kitchen. Back at the goblet. Then he frowns deeply, utterly confused.*

"..."

*he exhales. Still confused. And stays seated. Like she commanded.*

[Eclipse]

As someone opens the door in an attempt to exit the Mistyvale Inn, they find themselves face-to-face with a robed and hooded figure with an oaken staff in hand. Or shall we say, chest-to-face.

"Oh, dear", utters a female voice from somewhere behind the folds of cloth. She takes a step sideways to allow the person to pass, but the man she bumped into seems to have the same idea. After several other failed attempts at being polite and simultaneously stepping from side to side, the man gives an exasperated growl and shoves past the woman.

"I'll say", she sniffs and enters the inn, shutting the door against the cool evening breeze.

The robed and hooded woman moves in towards the center of the inn, examining the surroundings for a free chair. Suddenly she stops and thuds the oaken staff down against the floor, leaning on at is she sneezes violently once - twice - three - four times. With a sniff and a stealthy wipe of the nose-region with a sleeve the woman straightens again and finds a seat.

Laying the staff down under a chair, she gently lowers the hood and slips off her robe, revealing herself as a lithe elf clad in a simple flowing dress. A great, beautiful blossom is slid between the locks of the woman’s hair, the stem of the flower hidden behind one of her long ears. About her narrowed waist is a thin rope, which on first glance seems to be braided entirely out of various flowers in all the world’s colors.

“Water, please”, she smiles at Master Roggins.

The elf sniffles quietly as she takes her seat, and those near enough may notice that the sides of her nostrils are red and irritated, as are the rims of her almond shaped eyes. She smiles pleasantly to whomever is seated next to her as she extends a slender hand for the goblet presented to her. As she raises the goblet to her lips to take a drink, she sneezes, sending droplets of water flying about her person. With rehearsed dignity she sets the goblet down and produces a white square cloth from within the folds of the robe hanging over the back of the chair. She pat-pats the cloth against the moist patches of her dress and wipes her nose and mouth before she tucks the handkerchief away again. As if what occurred was as normal as blinking or breathing, the be-blossomed elf picks the goblet up again and proceeds in her attempt to have a drink of water.

[Chia]

"Wheew! I'm parched!"

A gray-skinned tiefling with a large scar on the left side of her face pushes toward the bar's counter. The plates of her full armor grind and slide over each other with quite an unpleasant sound. In several places, the armor appears to have been damaged by the means of appying a large blunt object to its surface. In other places, there are the tell-tale stains of acid, or a line of polish caused by magical flame coming a bit too close to the metal.

She pushes her way to a chair just vacanted by a regular with a full bladder, her armored elbow discouraging another from taking the spot. Glancing to the side at the flowery elf, she takes a brief moment to study the woman, then shrugs, turning to tonight's barkeeper.

"Can I have some fizzy wine? I really could use some bubbles right now."

Unbiddingly, a smell begins to spread across the inn, its rich, moist aroma speaking fondly of soft mixture of rat offal, unknown alchemical components, and hot pools of stagnant water with years to mature.

Tapping the counter impatiently, she waits for her order.

[Mon-da-oth]

The smell rouses Rhode enough from his drunken nap and he opens a bleary blood shot eye and stares at Chia.

Suddenly he raises his head and snatches an empty mug from the counter and throws it at Chia.

"Theys been blam'n mes fer dat stench! Is knows yous tiefl'ns don't normally stink likes dat. Goes ans gets dat leaf from da Elf an try's wipe'n yer arse!"

[Eclipse]

The flowery elf regards Chia with a look of pity as she raises a hand to her nose, groaning at the stench. She opens her mouth to address the Tiefling but is abruptly cut off by a muffled sneeze into her hand. The woman sniffles and wipes her nose.

Upon Rhode's crude suggestion the silver-haired elf blinks slowly at the man, dumbfounded. She sniffles before she speaks. "I would never defile these beautiful plants by... by...", she hesitates. "Wiping them anywhere, particularly not where, the, ah... sun doesn't shine."

A particularly fat badger scrambles out in the open from underneath the folds of robes and dress hanging over the woman's chair that may have obscured it from sight. It raises a paw with some effort and claws at the elf's leg. She sneezes once - twice, then pinches her nose, ignoring the animal.

She turns a glance to Chia. "Adyway, dey do 'ave bafs here, biss."

[Mon-da-oth]

"Piken stuckup Elf! Wot makes yous thin Is talk'n bouts you."

He raises his arm pointing at Aswaith.

"Dat da elf wit da leaf."

He blinks for a moment and then turns back towards the flowery Elf with a lusty smile. "Sos hows bouts yous shows mes hows yous cleans yerself? Maybes Is gives yous a hand."

[Eclipse]

The fat badger by the flowery woman's legs begins to growl menacingly in the man's general direcion, froth dribbling from its mouth down on the floor.

"Dow dow, Zoe. Be dice." The elf eases the pinch on her nose and turns a sympathetic glance toward Rhode. "You insult me then you expect me to be naked in your company. Were you dropped on your head, dear?" she asks with genuine concern.

[Mon-da-oth]

"Dropped on mes ead? Aye yous coulds says dat."

Rhode starts to take a step forward but wrinkles his nose at the smell coming off of Chia. Scowling for a moment he spits some of his chew into the palm of his hand and then pinches off a bit before stuffing it up his nostrils.

He then reaches over the counter and grabs several bottles of ale while winking at Roggins.

Setting two of the bottles of ale down in front of Chia and the flowery elf he smiles glancing only momentarly at the fat angry badger.

"Hows bouts a drink den?"

[Chia]

The end of the respite from her voice, caused by the "fizzy wine" finally arriving, comes, unfortunately, much too soon for most.

She turns to the female elf, snorting loudly in her direction.

"Unlike some that just drop clothes off and prance around to get paid, I actually work for my money, missy. Anyway, I think your pet needs to go real soon, or something."

She swivels on the chair, gauging the wood deep with her plates and sending new wave of the olfactory assault at the room as she faces Rhode.

"Hey! The difference is, I only smell every now and then after a job, not all the time like -some-!"

Glancing at the bottles proffered by Rhode, she snorts again,

"How about buying a real drink once in a while? Feh. Cheapscake."