"Mm, thank you Patricia, I'm sure it is exquisite."The blue-skinned cambion says and picks up the bottle, admiring it for a brief moment, then pocketing the key, then looking at the still sniffing silver-haired half-elf in front of him and then back to Patricia with a sly smile. "No, I think that would be all for tonight." He says, gently taking waitress' hand in his blue clawed, putting a generous amount of coin in it to pay for the bottle and the room, and of course the good service. "There, I believe I'm ready to meet your friends Ivy."He says turning his attention back to the intriguing half-elf next to him, the tip of his blue tail tapping her chest to get her attention. "And you would have to tell me all about Es'Verdai-El, your home intrigues me almost as much as you do Ivy."
Not smelling anything out of the ordinary around the bar, it was tense like this earlier and isn’t anything new for this type of establishment, Ivy carries on with acquainting themself with their new friend. After spending a few long moments at the edge of the tips of their tiptoes, she finally pops back down. Big blue eyes blink up at the man then peel away when the waitress comes by. She waits patiently, almost expectantly, when the woman finalizes her exchange with Ahryman.
After a few blinks, Ivy pops up. “Hi Patricia!” She smiles sweetly. “Will my order be delivered, or do I stay and wait?” The silverhaired halfelf tilts their head, genuinely perplexed on how to acquire their food and drinks for the table.
Feeling a tap against their chest, Ivy looks down. Reminded of it’s existence, she bounces in glee and hugs it to themself. Hearing Ahryman address them again, Ivy looks back up to him. She was beaming. “Really!?” She bobs. “You want to meet my friends and learn about Es’Verdai-El?” Their hips wiggle from their excitement.
“Okay!” And in their enthusiasm, Ivy starts tugging him along to the table.
As Khione comes with a new person, Durnir side eyes them, then says jokingly "Now where in the nine hells did you run off to? Couldn't handle a little swim, rohohoho! We found a few things. A chest, some crates and, other things of which..." He stops, looks around, then says quietly "We probably shouldn't talk about in public." Looking at Brynn behind him, Durnir will say. "Who's your new friend? Well, what are you standing around for! Sit and have a drink with us!"
As Ivy and Ahryman come back to the table, Durnir will laugh "Ivy, have you brought home another stray? Well, sit and join us then, the more the merrier! Rohohoho!"
"Mm, thank you Patricia, I'm sure it is exquisite."The blue-skinned cambion says and picks up the bottle, admiring it for a brief moment, then pocketing the key, then looking at the still sniffing silver-haired half-elf in front of him and then back to Patricia with a sly smile. "No, I think that would be all for tonight." He says, gently taking waitress' hand in his blue clawed, putting a generous amount of coin in it to pay for the bottle and the room, and of course the good service. "There, I believe I'm ready to meet your friends Ivy."He says turning his attention back to the intriguing half-elf next to him, the tip of his blue tail tapping her chest to get her attention. "And you would have to tell me all about Es'Verdai-El, your home intrigues me almost as much as you do Ivy."
(How much coins should I deduct? :-)
No need to deduct anything, I don't track living expenses really unless you're making large or bulk purchases (ie. rounds for the bar, etc.) or opting for the high end option, if there is one.
Not smelling anything out of the ordinary around the bar, it was tense like this earlier and isn’t anything new for this type of establishment, Ivy carries on with acquainting themself with their new friend. After spending a few long moments at the edge of the tips of their tiptoes, she finally pops back down. Big blue eyes blink up at the man then peel away when the waitress comes by. She waits patiently, almost expectantly, when the woman finalizes her exchange with Ahryman.
After a few blinks, Ivy pops up. “Hi Patricia!” She smiles sweetly. “Will my order be delivered, or do I stay and wait?” The silverhaired halfelf tilts their head, genuinely perplexed on how to acquire their food and drinks for the table.
Feeling a tap against their chest, Ivy looks down. Reminded of it’s existence, she bounces in glee and hugs it to themself. Hearing Ahryman address them again, Ivy looks back up to him. She was beaming. “Really!?” She bobs. “You want to meet my friends and learn about Es’Verdai-El?” Their hips wiggle from their excitement.
“Okay!” And in their enthusiasm, Ivy starts tugging him along to the table.
Patricia is about to respond when Ivy pulls Arhyman away. She shrugs, and makes her way out to the new table, "Good evening, folks! My name is Patricia and I'll be looking after all of you all tonight. I see some of you have some drinks, but not all. Most folks here in Noir would consider that a problem!" She chuckles to herself, "Our kitchen is also open for a few more minutes if you'd like to get in any last orders. " She points at a blackboard behind the bar, which reads:
Dinner Choices:
Soup: Foggin Mussel Stew
Snack: Crackers, Cheese and Jam
Main: Smoked Sea Trout and Yam, Duck with Seasparagus
Walf pays no mind to the newcomers as he listens to Patricia "Walf drink tea. Walf eat sweet roll. Walf wonder why no butter on roll why Patricia use sugar?" Walf asks clearly confused by the sweet roll
Durnir smiles at Patricia "Ahh, it would be a problem in Beros, as well! A mead for me, if you please. I'll have some of the Stew, and a sweet roll! On a different note, are there any rooms left, we'll be needing a place to stay." In response to Walf, he'll say "It's a desert, it's not a dinner roll. Completely different thing. "
As Khione comes with a new person, Durnir side eyes them, then says jokingly "Now where in the nine hells did you run off to? Couldn't handle a little swim, rohohoho! We found a few things. A chest, some crates and, other things of which..." He stops, looks around, then says quietly "We probably shouldn't talk about in public." Looking at Brynn behind him, Durnir will say. "Who's your new friend? Well, what are you standing around for! Sit and have a drink with us!"
As Ivy and Ahryman come back to the table, Durnir will laugh "Ivy, have you brought home another stray? Well, sit and join us then, the more the merrier! Rohohoho!"
Khione shrugs, "Here, of course. I prefer the warm hearth of a pub to the cold water and whipping winds of the sea, what else can I say?" She pulls up an empty seat to the now crowded table, "A chest? That sounds worth in though. What was in it?"
""Yes, I suppose I'm a stray of sorts, but luckily I've found myself in the care of your lovely friend Ivy." The blue-skinned cambion says with a smile to those at the table, briefly flashing his sharp fangs, pulling out a chair for the silver-haired half-elf to sit unless she has more exploring to do, before taking a seat beside her, putting down his glass and the bottle of wine at the table in front of him. "My name is Ahryman and I just arrived in Noir. I would be happy to share this excellent bottle of wine with you if you told me about yourselves and why you came here." He adds, ready to pour wine to those who would want it.
As Patricia takes orders the blue-skinned cambion would simply order some crackers, cheese and jam to go along with his wine. "Anything for you Ivy?" He turns and asks the half-elf, again using his long blue tail to get her attention.
At the mention of a chest he looks curiously at the dwarf to hear more about how it came into their possession.
Ivy smiles widely when Durnir chimes their way. She bounces. “Looks like you found a new friend too!” Blue eyes beam from the dwarf to the other man he invited to the table. “Hi Brynn!” Their hips wiggle. “I’m Ivy!”
Content hums can be heard from Ivy as the waitress pops over to take the groups order. With the additions to the table, it was probably safer than Ivy’s memory and attention could handle anyways. So while everyone began placing their orders she padded about, pacing the table a bit as if she were calculating where to sit. She head counts, finding comfort in Durnir being next to Walf. Durnir. Walf. Ivy. Placing themself next to Walf so he’s between them and Durnir, she was finally satisfied. Even with Arhyman pulling out a seat for them, she wouldn’t take a seat until he did, and she’d be adamant that she be at Walf’s side. Then after one more head count, she sits.
Once Walf completes his order, he’s met with a sweet smile from Ivy. “Good pick Walf!” Then as other’s finalize their orders, Ivy gently tugs at his sleeve. “Walf meet new friends?” Their head tilts. Big puppy eyes meet their mentors as she checks in with him.
After their check in with Walf, Ivy’s attention is snatched by Ahryman’s blue tail. Blue eyes blink and bounce between their new companions, their old respected, and the bartender. It was their turn. Ivy squirms in their indecisiveness. She wanted it all! She nips her lip, then blurts. “Crackers, cheese and jam! Smoked Sea Trout and Yam!” Then adds. “Please ma’am!” Part of them really wanted a sweet roll too, but it didn’t rhyme… And that’d surely be too much, even if she stashed it… right? And maybe if she batted her lashes, Durnir or Walf may share a tiny nibble…
Walf snaps out of his sweet roll confusion and looks at Ivy and smiles "New friends?! Walf no see....oh ho ho....Walf see blue long tailed creature. Walf see one who ask questions. Walf is Walf! Blue tail is? Question asker is?"
The blue-skinned cambion quickly adds a sweet roll to his orders before Patrcia leaves. He then gives the lizardfolk a curious glance. Maybe he didn't hear him as he sat down? Where they all this peculiar he thought with a smile. "Ahryman is my name Walf, and I'm a traveller, enjoying this world, enjoying the company of it's people. It's not all for free though I've came to notice and I would need to get more of these gold coins to fund my...indulging lifestyle. Khione here mentioned something about mercenary contracts earlier. Would you be willing to take me in? You don't have to pay me until I seem useful to you."The cambion asks confidently, looking around at the newcomers.
Patricia finishes taking the order, "Great, I'll let the cooks know. Make yourselves comfortable and i'll be back with the drinks soon!" She smiles warmly, then makes her way through the crowd back into a swinging door behind the bar.
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"Mm, thank you Patricia, I'm sure it is exquisite." The blue-skinned cambion says and picks up the bottle, admiring it for a brief moment, then pocketing the key, then looking at the still sniffing silver-haired half-elf in front of him and then back to Patricia with a sly smile. "No, I think that would be all for tonight." He says, gently taking waitress' hand in his blue clawed, putting a generous amount of coin in it to pay for the bottle and the room, and of course the good service. "There, I believe I'm ready to meet your friends Ivy." He says turning his attention back to the intriguing half-elf next to him, the tip of his blue tail tapping her chest to get her attention. "And you would have to tell me all about Es'Verdai-El, your home intrigues me almost as much as you do Ivy."
(How much coins should I deduct? :-)
Not smelling anything out of the ordinary around the bar, it was tense like this earlier and isn’t anything new for this type of establishment, Ivy carries on with acquainting themself with their new friend. After spending a few long moments at the edge of the tips of their tiptoes, she finally pops back down. Big blue eyes blink up at the man then peel away when the waitress comes by. She waits patiently, almost expectantly, when the woman finalizes her exchange with Ahryman.
After a few blinks, Ivy pops up. “Hi Patricia!” She smiles sweetly. “Will my order be delivered, or do I stay and wait?” The silverhaired halfelf tilts their head, genuinely perplexed on how to acquire their food and drinks for the table.
Feeling a tap against their chest, Ivy looks down. Reminded of it’s existence, she bounces in glee and hugs it to themself. Hearing Ahryman address them again, Ivy looks back up to him. She was beaming. “Really!?” She bobs. “You want to meet my friends and learn about Es’Verdai-El?” Their hips wiggle from their excitement.
“Okay!” And in their enthusiasm, Ivy starts tugging him along to the table.
just an unstable unicorn.
As Khione comes with a new person, Durnir side eyes them, then says jokingly "Now where in the nine hells did you run off to? Couldn't handle a little swim, rohohoho! We found a few things. A chest, some crates and, other things of which... " He stops, looks around, then says quietly "We probably shouldn't talk about in public." Looking at Brynn behind him, Durnir will say. "Who's your new friend? Well, what are you standing around for! Sit and have a drink with us!"
As Ivy and Ahryman come back to the table, Durnir will laugh "Ivy, have you brought home another stray? Well, sit and join us then, the more the merrier! Rohohoho!"
"Hullo. Name is Brynn" at the offer he sits. Still watching everyone and talking in the wordplay as Ahruman comes back with his companion
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You don't get great looks in response. Many of those you smile at seem bothered or look away, some leer at you in response.
No need to deduct anything, I don't track living expenses really unless you're making large or bulk purchases (ie. rounds for the bar, etc.) or opting for the high end option, if there is one.
Walf looks at the newcomers and blinks
Patricia is about to respond when Ivy pulls Arhyman away. She shrugs, and makes her way out to the new table, "Good evening, folks! My name is Patricia and I'll be looking after all of you all tonight. I see some of you have some drinks, but not all. Most folks here in Noir would consider that a problem!" She chuckles to herself, "Our kitchen is also open for a few more minutes if you'd like to get in any last orders. " She points at a blackboard behind the bar, which reads:
Dinner Choices:
Soup: Foggin Mussel Stew
Snack: Crackers, Cheese and Jam
Main: Smoked Sea Trout and Yam, Duck with Seasparagus
Desert: Sweet Rolls
Walf pays no mind to the newcomers as he listens to Patricia "Walf drink tea. Walf eat sweet roll. Walf wonder why no butter on roll why Patricia use sugar?" Walf asks clearly confused by the sweet roll
Durnir smiles at Patricia "Ahh, it would be a problem in Beros, as well! A mead for me, if you please. I'll have some of the Stew, and a sweet roll! On a different note, are there any rooms left, we'll be needing a place to stay." In response to Walf, he'll say "It's a desert, it's not a dinner roll. Completely different thing. "
Khione shrugs, "Here, of course. I prefer the warm hearth of a pub to the cold water and whipping winds of the sea, what else can I say?" She pulls up an empty seat to the now crowded table, "A chest? That sounds worth in though. What was in it?"
Brynn sits a little further back listening to everyone yet watching "everyone" when Patricia comes to the table he orders another mead
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""Yes, I suppose I'm a stray of sorts, but luckily I've found myself in the care of your lovely friend Ivy." The blue-skinned cambion says with a smile to those at the table, briefly flashing his sharp fangs, pulling out a chair for the silver-haired half-elf to sit unless she has more exploring to do, before taking a seat beside her, putting down his glass and the bottle of wine at the table in front of him. "My name is Ahryman and I just arrived in Noir. I would be happy to share this excellent bottle of wine with you if you told me about yourselves and why you came here." He adds, ready to pour wine to those who would want it.
As Patricia takes orders the blue-skinned cambion would simply order some crackers, cheese and jam to go along with his wine. "Anything for you Ivy?" He turns and asks the half-elf, again using his long blue tail to get her attention.
At the mention of a chest he looks curiously at the dwarf to hear more about how it came into their possession.
Ivy smiles widely when Durnir chimes their way. She bounces. “Looks like you found a new friend too!” Blue eyes beam from the dwarf to the other man he invited to the table. “Hi Brynn!” Their hips wiggle. “I’m Ivy!”
Content hums can be heard from Ivy as the waitress pops over to take the groups order. With the additions to the table, it was probably safer than Ivy’s memory and attention could handle anyways. So while everyone began placing their orders she padded about, pacing the table a bit as if she were calculating where to sit. She head counts, finding comfort in Durnir being next to Walf. Durnir. Walf. Ivy. Placing themself next to Walf so he’s between them and Durnir, she was finally satisfied. Even with Arhyman pulling out a seat for them, she wouldn’t take a seat until he did, and she’d be adamant that she be at Walf’s side. Then after one more head count, she sits.
Once Walf completes his order, he’s met with a sweet smile from Ivy. “Good pick Walf!” Then as other’s finalize their orders, Ivy gently tugs at his sleeve. “Walf meet new friends?” Their head tilts. Big puppy eyes meet their mentors as she checks in with him.
After their check in with Walf, Ivy’s attention is snatched by Ahryman’s blue tail. Blue eyes blink and bounce between their new companions, their old respected, and the bartender. It was their turn. Ivy squirms in their indecisiveness. She wanted it all! She nips her lip, then blurts. “Crackers, cheese and jam! Smoked Sea Trout and Yam!” Then adds. “Please ma’am!” Part of them really wanted a sweet roll too, but it didn’t rhyme… And that’d surely be too much, even if she stashed it… right? And maybe if she batted her lashes, Durnir or Walf may share a tiny nibble…
just an unstable unicorn.
Brynn cant help but smile at the half elf. He gives her a nod in acknowledgement before turning back to the Dwarf and. Scaled figure.
"So are you folks mercenaries, adventurers?"
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Walf snaps out of his sweet roll confusion and looks at Ivy and smiles "New friends?! Walf no see....oh ho ho....Walf see blue long tailed creature. Walf see one who ask questions. Walf is Walf! Blue tail is? Question asker is?"
Brynn smiles at Waif. "Im noone special just a blade between jobs."
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Walf smiles "Walf happy meeting noone special just a blade between jobs. Walf call between jobs other name too long."
The blue-skinned cambion quickly adds a sweet roll to his orders before Patrcia leaves. He then gives the lizardfolk a curious glance. Maybe he didn't hear him as he sat down? Where they all this peculiar he thought with a smile. "Ahryman is my name Walf, and I'm a traveller, enjoying this world, enjoying the company of it's people. It's not all for free though I've came to notice and I would need to get more of these gold coins to fund my...indulging lifestyle. Khione here mentioned something about mercenary contracts earlier. Would you be willing to take me in? You don't have to pay me until I seem useful to you." The cambion asks confidently, looking around at the newcomers.
Patricia finishes taking the order, "Great, I'll let the cooks know. Make yourselves comfortable and i'll be back with the drinks soon!" She smiles warmly, then makes her way through the crowd back into a swinging door behind the bar.