Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2017 22:01:47 GMT -5
Dark eyes stared blankly into the sickly colored yellow-brown ale that bubbled listlessly in the wooden mug. All around him the sound of drunken men, surly wenches, and whispers in the dark took their cues in the backdrop of the stereotypical tavern. Waiting, it was a mistress that Aldis both loved and hated all at once. The man didn’t completely enjoy the random jobs he received, found, or the like, but they each suited a momentary purpose. This standing still, this waiting for something that might never come, it was a prelude in the bigger and grander scheme yet it could grow to become painful.
With as little effort as possible, the man went to remove the thick leather gloves from his hands deciding the heat from the fireplaces in the tavern was running strong enough to keep himself warm. Folding them neatly on the table Aldis finally went to take a drink of his ale just in time for him to notice a delicate finger trailing down the side of his face.
“You’re new…”
Dark eyes slowly darted over to the moderately attractive looking bar wench, prostitute, with tousled, dusty blonde hair. The man was silent as the woman continued to trail her finger down his neck towards his half plated armor with a curiously seductive intent.
“...are you one of those from the castle?”
“...No…’fraid I’m not that fine of stock…”
“...Are you certain? You have the face of a lord.”
“Quite…”
The woman cracked a smile leaning further forward on the bar as while easily offering her potential customer a glance her bountiful wares. “Oh? S’pose not… pity… I’d like hearing tales of the going ons in the castle…”
“Hmm, I’d think such a thing be frowned upon…”
She shrugged, “They pay little mind to us folk… too busy fixing things, making a new Duke, and looking for murderers.”
The hedge knight tilted his head to gain a better look at the woman in all of her mundane glory as his mind worked to see how he could regard her potential to him. A hand slipped into the inside of his jacket into one of the folders of a hidden pocket before going to take out a few coins. "Do many castle knights come here to drink and gossip with the locals then?"
"Mostly drink..."
There was a slight smirk on Aldis lips as he casually went to slid the coins out on the table, "Point them out to me would you?"
Salvatore Deliambre
With as little effort as possible, the man went to remove the thick leather gloves from his hands deciding the heat from the fireplaces in the tavern was running strong enough to keep himself warm. Folding them neatly on the table Aldis finally went to take a drink of his ale just in time for him to notice a delicate finger trailing down the side of his face.
“You’re new…”
Dark eyes slowly darted over to the moderately attractive looking bar wench, prostitute, with tousled, dusty blonde hair. The man was silent as the woman continued to trail her finger down his neck towards his half plated armor with a curiously seductive intent.
“...are you one of those from the castle?”
“...No…’fraid I’m not that fine of stock…”
“...Are you certain? You have the face of a lord.”
“Quite…”
The woman cracked a smile leaning further forward on the bar as while easily offering her potential customer a glance her bountiful wares. “Oh? S’pose not… pity… I’d like hearing tales of the going ons in the castle…”
“Hmm, I’d think such a thing be frowned upon…”
She shrugged, “They pay little mind to us folk… too busy fixing things, making a new Duke, and looking for murderers.”
The hedge knight tilted his head to gain a better look at the woman in all of her mundane glory as his mind worked to see how he could regard her potential to him. A hand slipped into the inside of his jacket into one of the folders of a hidden pocket before going to take out a few coins. "Do many castle knights come here to drink and gossip with the locals then?"
"Mostly drink..."
There was a slight smirk on Aldis lips as he casually went to slid the coins out on the table, "Point them out to me would you?"
Salvatore Deliambre