The Mistyvale Inn

Vay · Post by **Vay** » Fri May 25, 2007 1:47 am

*Vay raises his glass and gives a smile to Aswaith*

"Ye be an elf o' distinction, t' be sure, frien'!"

*He looks over to Roggins then and after catching his eye, points to the Dairamik Stout keg, flicks his empty tankard, producing a bell like tone from the empty vessel.*

"Another o' yer darkest an' best, aye Roggins?"

*Vay then looks back to the slightly gather group. Building up his stomach for small talk, he speaks.*

"So... Wha' all ye be 'avin' t' quell th' thirst t'night?"

Kell · Post by **Kell** » Fri May 25, 2007 5:01 pm

"Joy, my friend. Nothing but joy and a great outlook on things, that's all it takes, but some ale would do well too I suppose." Aswaith winks at Vay. He sits down aside the man, waiting patiently for a mug of his usual to arrive. "Talking about ale, I hear that girl Dwarfin up town still hasn't found her recipe. You suppose she'll ever get it right?"

Mon-da-oth · Post by **Mon-da-oth** » Fri May 25, 2007 8:38 pm

Rhode grabs frantically at the edge of the table as Chia nudges him. The stool tips out from underneith him and crashes to the floor but somehow he manages to swing his feet off from the top of the table landing in a crouched positioned with his head just above table level.

Chia's words are lost to him during his scramble but not her smile and for the briefness of moments a softness appears across the hard lines of his face.

Using the heel of his boot he rights his stool and looks around the room. His gaze locks onto Faens as he stares back at her with a smirk.

Post by **Vahene** » Fri May 25, 2007 11:13 pm

Using the heel of his boot he rights his stool and looks around the
room. His gaze locks onto Faens as he stares back at her with a smirk.

Faen stares at Rhode evenly. She pushes her 'drink' aside and leans her
back against the wall from her spot at the end of the bar. Gazing around
the tavern, she fights the urge to let her upper lip curl with distaste.

K

Mon-da-oth · Post by **Mon-da-oth** » Sat May 26, 2007 4:20 am

Rhode glaces back towards Chia and keeping his voice low speaks to her, "Is talks wits you later dar. Is gots someone wot Is be need'n to mess'n wit."

Grabbing two of his bottles he makes his way towards Faen and sits at the table across from her. He sets both of this bottles in front on him on the table and winks at Faen before picking up one of the bottles and blowing across the neck of the bottle making a moaning sound.

Grinning he sets down the bottle and grins at Faen. "Yous bes need'n sometin ors yous just like'n wots yous sees?"

Chia · Post by **Chia** » Sat May 26, 2007 5:21 am

Grinning, she watches Rhode's exquisitely executed assault on Faen's tolerance. She takes a sip out of the tall glass set in front of her by the disgruntled dwarfish owner of the inn, cheerfully wondering about the reaction of the sponsoring elf once the bill for the very expensive drink she called for is presented to him.

All in all, the evening is becoming more and more interesting.

Noa · Post by **Noa** » Sat May 26, 2007 11:22 am

"For the gods, girl, get out of my kitchen!"

"Wait, my bag...!"

"GET OUT!"

And the door was abruptly and tightly shut just a few inches away from Noa's nose while the maunders of an angered gnome still resounded from within.

Cocking slightly her head and grumbling something about moody gnomes and "Oh wells" under her breath, the girl turned around and removed her mucky hood, gracelessly storing it away in her pocket while dragging an enormous bag with each of her muddy stomps. The usual green attire she'd don had been replaced with a mud-covered armour, fashioned for someone with a far more sturdy body than hers.

As she noticed two familar tufts of hair, a grin filled her face and she waved in the wood elf and the human's direction.

Vay · Post by **Vay** » Sat May 26, 2007 2:27 pm

*Seeing the lithe figure waving from the door, Vay nods in response to her wave and motions for Noa to join he and Aswaith at the bar before responding to the wood elf.*

"Aye me frien'. Tha' poor Tindra jus' kin'nae seem t' get it right! I 'ear she be tryin' t' replicate th' ale o' some famous Dasarian dwarf 'ero named 'Hunar'. I don' know much 'bout brewin', but seems t' me tha' she ought nae try so 'ard t' make a reproduction, but make 'er own unique brew... but 'at jus' be my opinon."

*Taking a drawl from his own newly arrived tankard, Vay gives Aswaith a friendly pat on the shoulder.*

"I've nae seen much o' ye lately. 'Ere ye been, frien'?"

Kell · Post by **Kell** » Sat May 26, 2007 5:36 pm

*He smiles at seeing Noa, but avoids looking straight at her apparantly. Instead he looks at Vay and shrugs apologetically.*
"Around and about, really. Been up to Aucklorn's Mill and stayed there for quite the while. Our Coven has work to do there and we're trying to make the most of it. So little time to spend here in Cear. How about you, how is the crafting business? Met anymore people you had to give a crashcourse in armory?..." He grins wide. When Noa comes closer, he seems to straighten a little bit, throwing careful, timid glances at her.*

Post by **Vahene** » Sat May 26, 2007 7:08 pm

Mon-da-oth wrote:Rhode glaces back towards Chia and keeping his voice low speaks to her, "Is talks wits you later dar. Is gots someone wot Is be need'n to mess'n wit."

Grabbing two of his bottles he makes his way towards Faen and sits at the table across from her. He sets both of this bottles in front on him on the table and winks at Faen before picking up one of the bottles and blowing across the neck of the bottle making a moaning sound.

Grinning he sets down the bottle and grins at Faen. "Yous bes need'n sometin ors yous just like'n wots yous sees?"

"If I wanted something pleasurable to look at, I would go to Thrall's Gate
and watch the daily sacrifice," Faen's words seem colder than normal. "Or
I would watch one of the masters whip the skin off of a slave, now
wouldn't I? Better yet, I could do that myself. Why in the world would
you think that I would want to watch you? I have better things to do than
that."

Faen smiles, though, aware of Rhode's presence and his eyes, watching
her as he drinks. She feels an inkling of something strange seeming to
wrap around her, and as she reaches for a flask of water near her, her
hand trembles slightly. She falters for a moment, hesitating slightly, as
she spies a basilisk, or the image of one on the far side of the bar. When
she blinks, the next moment, it is gone.

Mon-da-oth · Post by **Mon-da-oth** » Sun May 27, 2007 12:38 am

Rhode studies Faens reaction watching her face more than listening to her words. Many things are said in ones expression which often betrays the words they use.

He sips out of the bottle of ale peering at her over the bottom of the bottle.

"Is never says yous look'n at mes." he glances back towards Chia and turns back towards Faen. "Sides Is never claims to knows wots yous thin'n"

The empty bottle drops onto the floor where it rolls under the table to where Faens feet are. Smirking Rhode grabs the second bottle and takes a sip.

"If'n yous coulds 'ave anytin yous wanted wots it bes?"

Vay · Post by **Vay** » Sun May 27, 2007 3:20 pm

*Vay lets out a friendly chuckle and takes another gulp of his dark brew before responding cheerily.*

"Nay me frien'. Business in tha' area's been slow, as of late, truth be told. Seems I spend most o' me time chasin' Maeve about in th' Maw or th' Mill lately."

*Pauses a moment as he regards his drink, looking deep into the tankards black opaque contents.*

"They don' 'ave stock like this at th' Mill, neither... an' tha' be a shame. Makes me long t' come back 'ere every once in a bit an' indulge, ye know?"

Post by **Vahene** » Sun May 27, 2007 11:22 pm

Mon-da-oth wrote:The empty bottle drops onto the floor where it rolls under the table to where Faens feet are. Smirking Rhode grabs the second bottle and takes a sip.

"If'n yous coulds 'ave anytin yous wanted wots it bes?"

"That's a dangerous question, are you sure you're prepared for the
answer?" Faen's smile didn't reach her eyes this time. Her hand stops
trembling almost as quickly as it started.

Mon-da-oth · Post by **Mon-da-oth** » Sun May 27, 2007 11:43 pm

Rhode watches Faen out of the corner of his eye as he turns his head slightly. He drops his barely started bottle of ale which lands on its side and starts to burp its contents out of the open neck and onto the table top.

His hand disappears quickly under his cloak and he stands up leaning over the table his nose just inches from Faens but his eyes still looking off to the side.

"Wots gots yous sos scared dat yous trembl'n Faen? Dats wots Is wants to knows nows." His question more of a demand and his voice drips with lethality but his eyes continue to scan the room.

His seriousness is punctuated by the burping ale bottle.

Post by **Vahene** » Mon May 28, 2007 11:36 am

Mon-da-oth wrote:"Wots gots yous sos scared dat yous trembl'n Faen? Dats wots Is wants to knows nows." His question more of a demand and his voice drips with lethality but his eyes continue to scan the room.

His seriousness is punctuated by the burping ale bottle.

Faen looks at him, very seriously. "There's a difference between being
frightened and properly reminded. It was the latter, and the former
doesn't happen to me very often, not that its any of your concern." A
spider emerges from her cloak and hangs on the hand furthest from
Rhode. It nibbles slightly on Faen's hand, and Faen automatically reaches
over to pet it.