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Post by spazztick on Sept 2, 2015 22:35:47 GMT -7
In a middle class portion of Rook, bordering the entrance to the city, a short walk from the slums, there is a tavern known as the Broken Toe. It has a rustic flare, with iron fixtures holding a variety of colorful candles. There are also some magically created torches, that can be seen decorating a few areas of the wall. The hearth puts off a good amount of heat and the place is rather cozy. It gets a fair amount of traffic from those that come into the city from the slums and those from within. The owner does not fuss around with violence and heads can quickly get knocked in, should any property be damaged or paying customers sustain injury. Yuri Ulstead, a veteran and long since retired officer of the Havengar military, spent his savings buying and fixing up this now fine and rustic tavern.
With a fair selection of liquor, ales and even a little wine, one can comfortably relax within the Broken Toe. The dining isn’t terrible, Yuri’s wife, Usta, makes a fresh pot of her spiced stew daily. The prices are fair, for both the rooms and the services. On some nights, one could get lucky and even get to enjoy a bards music.... or unlucky, depending on the bard. It is a fine establishment for one to wet their whistle, rest and recuperate.
A rugged man, with a pair of short swords on his hip and a grey cloak with it’s hood down, sits casually at a table within the Broken Toe, sipping at mediocre honey mead, deep in thoughts of his own. His face bares a long scar, that runs across his forehead and down the length of his cheek. He dons an eyepatch over his right eye, which blocks a portion of the scar. He runs his hands over the dome of his head, slicking his straight black hair back and promptly returns to drinking his mead.
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Post by bioa10 on Sept 2, 2015 23:07:19 GMT -7
*A loud thump comes from a backroom of the tavern*
A short girl stormed into the bar area from where the noise originated from. Her peculiar outfit consisted of dark clothes as if to sink into the night. "Some mead please," she said grumpily and sat down.
"Aren't you a little young for that kind of drink?" Replied the barkeep.
"I am nine-teen, now get me some mead," she demanded. "Please"
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Post by spazztick on Sept 2, 2015 23:22:35 GMT -7
The man with the scar on his face, raises his one good eye up and watches as the young girl swiftly moves to the bar. Her steps seemed to show a level of finesse he didn't see often, or perhaps it was just a fluke. After all, he didn't see women of her stature often, well one's that weren't dwarves. Her darker clothing could've been a style preference, but Zeek suspected otherwise. He raises a hand promptly, his curiosity getting the best of him and he speaks out. His voice is raspy, only furthering to show his more rugged nature, his vowels making the mild grating sound. "Oi, Yuri... her drinks on me eh." The bartender gives him a nod back, and returns to pouring the drink he was already working on. Zeek returns to his drink, giving a nod and quick wave to the young woman, should she turn to see who was buying her drink.
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Post by bioa10 on Sept 2, 2015 23:44:05 GMT -7
"What do you want?" She says looking at the scarred man, obviously in in a bad mood. "I can buy my own drink."
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Post by spazztick on Sept 3, 2015 2:23:50 GMT -7
Zeek lets out a short laugh, which is followed by a crooked grin. "Curiosity gets the best of me. Interestin' folk come into a place like this, spark my interest. Draw a look. That earns a drink in itself. Plus, Yuri and I go way back, he gives me a good deal yeah. Don't think nothin' of it. I'll get your next three, if ya' feel like a bit of conversation, maybe vent out that... mood of yours." He gestures at the chair across from him at his table, raising an eyebrow questioningly as he does so.
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Post by bioa10 on Sept 3, 2015 10:05:06 GMT -7
With a sigh the girl trudged over to the table and sat down.
"Do you like gambling?" she asked. "I think think those guys back there are cheating, I've lost ten in a row!"
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Post by spazztick on Sept 3, 2015 17:02:41 GMT -7
Zeek takes a sip of his mead, listens to the question being asked and thinks on it a moment. ”Ah, so that’s what you’re about eh? Gambling. Done a bit here an there, not really my thing. I prefer to get my coin and keep it for more productive purposes." He then scrunches his face a bit as he starts to think. ”I wouldn’t know nothing about that. Yuri's son has a way of reading people, tough to compete... but I aint think he's a cheater, family here is an honest sort. One don’t go screwin’ with one’s money lightly and hope to stay in business. Now, that don't mean one of his invited players 'aint, cheating. Maybe take a look after another drink, got a bit of a knack for reading people too. Heh.” He takes another drink and places the mug on the table.
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Post by bioa10 on Sept 4, 2015 7:27:22 GMT -7
"Yeah, but I never lose ten in a row," she replied. "So, if a shady person like you doesn't gamble then what do you do?"
A waitress walks over and hands a drink to Azraelle, who promptly takes a sip.
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Post by spazztick on Sept 6, 2015 18:01:50 GMT -7
Zeek laughs. "Shady? I think I prefer to go with rugged, or maybe mysterious." He chuckles and continues talking. "I do a bit of this and a bit of that, mostly mercenary work lately, but I tend to stay open to opportunities. Ya feel me?" He finishes his drink and waves over the waitress for a refill. "How well you know this city, eh? I found a few taverns since I've been here, few shop keeps I don't mind, but It's a large place to cover, aint gonna learn it all in such a short time. "
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Post by bioa10 on Sept 7, 2015 17:02:06 GMT -7
"I actually just got here about a week ago and I am still exploring," Azraelle replied. "I don't believe that we have introduced ourselves yet. I am Azraelle, and you are?"
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Post by spazztick on Sept 7, 2015 17:07:13 GMT -7
Zeek realizes the small woman is correct, he reaches out a hand to shake hers. "Azraelle, right then, ya'know a pleasure and all that. The names Zeek, I've only been 'ere bout that time myself, first time here too. I try to avoid getting so close to Lorda, bad taste of home over there. This city aint bad so far, lots to see.. hear there's lots of work too, maybe I try my hat at adventuring for awhile, mercenary work can get tedious. All that yes sir, no sir stuff. So you step swiftly, quietly... what are you about then eh? You got some skills, some interests you be sharing?"
After over week in Rook, Zeek is finally starting to feel comfortable. He has upgraded his room to one of the more private ones in the tavern and makes himself a regular within the bar. Working with his distillery in the back storage space, Zeek has been making some quality honey mead. It still isn't exactly as it was from his past, but using the recipe from memory has been paying off okay. He has traded some extra casks of that mead, for both meal and stay. "Not bad for under two weeks, I think I could come to like this city."
Zeek sits back at table that seats four, sipping at a glass of decent whiskey and watches as people come and go.
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