DeliciousMaiden
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OOC query?
Zarai's character, Kita is a customer isn't she?
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intriguess said:
Zarai's character, Kita is a customer isn't she?
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Ulah Aylows
The dagger of Xhand was supposedly found in the Lost City of Atbar. I knew those rumors had to be false. That dagger would be worth a ransom on the black market if sold to the correct person. And I knew several of the correct people. However, I could not stop thinking of the girl who had attatched herself to the group of two. Perhaps, her plans were the same as mine. What fool would show that item in a tavern, or was it that the correct type of party had shown up to ruin his day or was something else planned by the gods.
The dagger of Xhand was supposedly found in the Lost City of Atbar. I knew those rumors had to be false. That dagger would be worth a ransom on the black market if sold to the correct person. And I knew several of the correct people. However, I could not stop thinking of the girl who had attatched herself to the group of two. Perhaps, her plans were the same as mine. What fool would show that item in a tavern, or was it that the correct type of party had shown up to ruin his day or was something else planned by the gods.
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Tyra
Tyra moved between tables, serving drinks and food where required. She kept up a lively banter keeping conversation flowing, but careful never to make her presence too obtrusive.
Ale poured, potatoes were served. The mood of the tavern was jovial, but all the time Tyra was aware of an undercurrent and knew that it originated from the table upon which the dagger was placed.
She thought back to Ulah's words and glanced back at him anxiously now and then. If he had noted the blade's origins, then surely he would not be the only person to do so. Not for the first time, Tyra cursed the fact that her so-called boss and her counterpart frequently ... disappeared ... and left her to "manage" in every sense of the word. If only those strangers would disappear ... and take the dagger with them. There was going to be trouble ... she could sense it. She could only pray that it happened beyond the doors of the inn and not within. If not, Tyra did not know what she would do to avoid blood being spilled.
Greed, jealousy ... could only lead to one thing ...
And she had strange sense of forboding that evening ...
Tyra moved between tables, serving drinks and food where required. She kept up a lively banter keeping conversation flowing, but careful never to make her presence too obtrusive.
Ale poured, potatoes were served. The mood of the tavern was jovial, but all the time Tyra was aware of an undercurrent and knew that it originated from the table upon which the dagger was placed.
She thought back to Ulah's words and glanced back at him anxiously now and then. If he had noted the blade's origins, then surely he would not be the only person to do so. Not for the first time, Tyra cursed the fact that her so-called boss and her counterpart frequently ... disappeared ... and left her to "manage" in every sense of the word. If only those strangers would disappear ... and take the dagger with them. There was going to be trouble ... she could sense it. She could only pray that it happened beyond the doors of the inn and not within. If not, Tyra did not know what she would do to avoid blood being spilled.
Greed, jealousy ... could only lead to one thing ...
And she had strange sense of forboding that evening ...
Kita
I sat back in my chair, my eyebrows arched skeptically at his tale. She watched the two of them, content for now to merely listen. Though the words 'Lost City of Atbar' spun through her head at a furious rate. So the dead man's tale had been true. No wonder things had gotten violent so quickly.
I watched as the woman argued with the man, my eyes flitting around the room as they did so, and noticing the woman with the eyes slipping upstairs. The woman had glanced at me rather curiously and I felt almost drawn into those inriguing eyes. Shaking my head, I brought my attention back to the table, sipping at my ale which had been quietly and quickly refilled while I hadn't even been looking. She really was quite good. I glanced up at her and nodded my thanks, my mind still churning about the dagger. I wondered how the man had gotten it. From the corner of my eyes I noticed the drow still intently focused on it as well, and I almost smiled.
I sat back in my chair, my eyebrows arched skeptically at his tale. She watched the two of them, content for now to merely listen. Though the words 'Lost City of Atbar' spun through her head at a furious rate. So the dead man's tale had been true. No wonder things had gotten violent so quickly.
I watched as the woman argued with the man, my eyes flitting around the room as they did so, and noticing the woman with the eyes slipping upstairs. The woman had glanced at me rather curiously and I felt almost drawn into those inriguing eyes. Shaking my head, I brought my attention back to the table, sipping at my ale which had been quietly and quickly refilled while I hadn't even been looking. She really was quite good. I glanced up at her and nodded my thanks, my mind still churning about the dagger. I wondered how the man had gotten it. From the corner of my eyes I noticed the drow still intently focused on it as well, and I almost smiled.
Mescal's story
Mescal scratched his ear and regarded Trysteae again. The woman drove him crazy with passion, but she was still one of the best that he had ever worked with. It had made him furious the first time he had been assigned to a party that she was a member of, if not for the simple fact that she had proved herself useful in those first few hours.
"About three months ago, I was down in the Anwalls." Mescal knew the story of his job in the swamp would mean nothing, but without it he wouldn't be able to make her believe his story. He had lived the story and he didn't believe it fully himself. "I found my assignment. Little runt of a man. Neck snapped like a dry twig." Mescal chuckled at the thought.
"What does this have to do with Atbar?" Trysteae looked scornfully at Mescal.
"You were always the impatient one. As I was ransacking the cabin, I came across a map. I took it as always. Never now when those things will pan out. Didn't think about it until I ran into Norburl. I didn't believe him when he told me what I had in my hands. I got the old crew together, except for you. The messenger sent to you never returned."
Mescal stopped and sighed as Trysteae held up her hand for silence. Thoughts raced through Mescal's mind. "What is it about this woman that can affects me so? I have waded through armies, wounded and barely able to stand, but she can stop me dead in my tracks."
"You sent a messenger for me?" trysteaea seemed a little surprised.
"Your skill with the dagger is as good as any I have see. Anyways, It cost me dearly. Six of us went in, all the way to the treasure room of the palace. That dagger and me were the only things to come out."
Mescal got up from his seat and walked around the table. He rested one hand on the back of Trysteae's chair and the other landed on the table. His gaze was drawn to her bossom, causing him to lick his lips. "You've never turned down an adventure. What do you say?" Mescal winked as Trysteae tilted her head to look at him with a huge smile on her face.
Mescal scratched his ear and regarded Trysteae again. The woman drove him crazy with passion, but she was still one of the best that he had ever worked with. It had made him furious the first time he had been assigned to a party that she was a member of, if not for the simple fact that she had proved herself useful in those first few hours.
"About three months ago, I was down in the Anwalls." Mescal knew the story of his job in the swamp would mean nothing, but without it he wouldn't be able to make her believe his story. He had lived the story and he didn't believe it fully himself. "I found my assignment. Little runt of a man. Neck snapped like a dry twig." Mescal chuckled at the thought.
"What does this have to do with Atbar?" Trysteae looked scornfully at Mescal.
"You were always the impatient one. As I was ransacking the cabin, I came across a map. I took it as always. Never now when those things will pan out. Didn't think about it until I ran into Norburl. I didn't believe him when he told me what I had in my hands. I got the old crew together, except for you. The messenger sent to you never returned."
Mescal stopped and sighed as Trysteae held up her hand for silence. Thoughts raced through Mescal's mind. "What is it about this woman that can affects me so? I have waded through armies, wounded and barely able to stand, but she can stop me dead in my tracks."
"You sent a messenger for me?" trysteaea seemed a little surprised.
"Your skill with the dagger is as good as any I have see. Anyways, It cost me dearly. Six of us went in, all the way to the treasure room of the palace. That dagger and me were the only things to come out."
Mescal got up from his seat and walked around the table. He rested one hand on the back of Trysteae's chair and the other landed on the table. His gaze was drawn to her bossom, causing him to lick his lips. "You've never turned down an adventure. What do you say?" Mescal winked as Trysteae tilted her head to look at him with a huge smile on her face.
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Had he heard correctly?? This was a different dagger from a treasure horde? Hmmm, perhaps the night would not end with the dagger in my possession. I can easily follow these fools without them knowing anything about it.
It appeared as if the three of them would be off on a little mission. Ulah kneww the next 30 or so minutes would definitely be some of the most interesting time he had spent in a tavern.
He came in for a rest and possible date with Tyra, but he will be leaving on a mission, whether he was invited or not. For that is the Drow way.
It appeared as if the three of them would be off on a little mission. Ulah kneww the next 30 or so minutes would definitely be some of the most interesting time he had spent in a tavern.
He came in for a rest and possible date with Tyra, but he will be leaving on a mission, whether he was invited or not. For that is the Drow way.
