[Rearing Stallion] New Friends (Open)

[Vez]

Timestamp: Day 26 - Fall A.V. Tired after a long day of work, Vez trodded down the street as a small gust of wind playfully ruffled his hair. It was beginning to get dark, and he was heading towards one of his favorite locations as of late. He had been visiting The Rearing Stallion for some time now ever since his father passed away. He liked to drink away the memories, and The Rearing Stallion had some rather good food and refreshing ale to boot. Vez's stomach started to rumble has he finally approached the tavern. I wonder what Mrs. Aargon is cooking tonight, he thought. He frowned down at his stomach when it began to rumble again and reached out to open the heavy tavern door. As soon as he passed through the threshold Vez's shoulders relaxed. The atmosphere of the room felt normal, and gave Vez a sense of comfort. He took off his green woolen cloak and hung it next to a few others on a wooden peg next to the door. Turning around, Vez gave Kevith a wide smile and waved as he made his way to his normal spot. Since it was getting late, the tavern was starting to fill up with patrons, but it wasn't busy enough yet to be considered crowded. Vez took his seat at a table close to the hearth. The warmth of the fire reminded him of working next to a hot forge. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, simply enjoying the enviroment. He slowly opened his eyes when he realized someone was standing next to him. "Welcome back Vez, what can I get you tonight?" Seth asked, with a cheerful expression on his face. "Some dinner and a mug of ale please" Vez replied. He didn't know what was being served tonight, and quite frankly he didn't care. The food here almost always tasted more than satisfactory. "That would be seven silver mizas," Seth stated, and Vez reached into the bottom of his trouser pockets to fish them out. "Heres eight." Vez winked and the boy smiled as he took the coin and left to put in the order. Alone once again, Vez leaned back and started to mentally recap his day.

[Mia]

Ah, a full tavern. It was not yet crowded, she had to wait a bit more for that. She couldn't risk getting caught, she'd had too many close calls already, but a girl had to eat. Her green eyes searched the place, a half empty mug of ale on the table before her, but it's not hers. She'd just found it pretty much like it was and taken the liberty of occupying the table, since the owner of the ale had just left it to the wind, so to speak. Who leaves a good ale that they paid for? Who leaves any kind of ale that they'd paid for? Who leaves ale at all? People really are strange.

Where's all the people? They must be around somewhere, some place must be crowded. She downs the ale, doesn't mind that it tastes funny for sitting abandoned for so long, at least the two bells she'd sat at the table, sipping it. She picks up her pack, scrubs her hands clean(er) on her pants, and stands up. She only goes a few steps before some clumsy person knocks into her. The person mumbles an apology and hurries out, while Mia falls into an empty chair opposite a man with light brown hair. Being small like she was, she'd had no chance of staying upright. She fell down because of other people quite often. Her eyes open wide in surprise, she looks at the sitting person at who's table she now sat and manages a soft: "Hi".

[Vez]

Vez snapped his eyes open when he heard someone plop into the empty seat across from him. A small, mousy woman had gotten knocked into the chair, and was staring at him with deep, green eyes. She looked a little startled, so Vez sat back up and gave his full attention to this curious looking lady. Truth was, he happened to be a little startled himself, but he did not show it. He didn’t want to scare the person away. He had been lonely for a while now and enjoyed the chance at having some company. As he sized her up, she managed a soft greeting. Before he spoke, Vez took a moment to decide what he was going to say. He did not like to be hasty, that often led to rash decisions and bad choices, rather; he thought about coming across as polite as possible. “Hello there and welcome to my table,” He grinned, “My name is Vez, and who might you be?” As Vez finished his question, Seth came back around with Vez’s food and ale, and set it gently in front of him before bowing off. Vez peered down to see a healthy golden brown turkey leg with some potatoes and corn. It made his mouth water. Mrs. Aargon’s cooking really was excellent. As he waited for a response, he licked his lips and took a huge bite out of the turkey leg.

[Mia]

A polite greeting, well, that's a relief! As she collected herself from the surprise, her mind flashed with other possibilities that were not quite so nice. Vez? Well, that's short and sweet, isn't it?
"Uhm, thanks. I'm Mia."

She looked at him, a shy smile spread on her face and all thoughts of theft vanished, she'd been too visible. She decided that since he was so nice and friendly, so far, she might as well stick around, maybe make a friend.
"So.. Come here often?"

She kept her eyes on him, though she tried to avoid eye contact, so she could avoid looking at the food he ate, as well as avoid angering him if he proved the angerable sort. One can never be too careful. As for the food, it was not that she was hungry, but she'd learned it was hard to pass up ordering something that looked delicious, even if, or perhaps because of, the planned food was much simpler and cheaper.

[Kendric Jericrosh]

He had kept to himself for the most part since arriving in Syrilia, but Kendric had found himself rather hungry now since being here for a couple days. While the cookies and tea at Travelers Row had been sufficient enough the other day he could feel his body growing weaker, and with that so did his senses. He had still yet to visit his goal location in the city, but he thought it best to wait.

Entering into The Rearing Stallion the smell of food hit his nose like fire to brush. He licked his lips as he removed his hood and walked towards the far end of the bar. He scanned the tavern with great interest before taking his seat. They're were all matters of life talking and moving about the place. Kendric couldn't remember the last time he saw such a diverse group of people within one establishment, but then again Kendric couldn't remember interacting with many people in his short life either.

"What can I do you for," a woman asks from behind the bar.

"Oh," Kendric begins, turning his focus to the barmaid "Well, I guess I'll have two dinners and," he pauses as he thinks, "and a gallon of your darkest beer."

Kendric pulls out 2 GM and places them on the bar.

"Any way you want the meals cooked," the barmaid asks, taking the coins and giving Kendric change back.

"Rear," Kendric replies with a smile, "Prefer my meal a little bloody if that wont be a problem, miss...?"

"Names Carmen," she answers. "Are you expecting anyone else?"

"Nope," Kendric says, looking back over the bar, "Why do you ask?"

"No reason," Carmen states, handing Kendric his beer, "Just the meals are pretty big and few people ever finish just one, let alone two."

"You might be surprised," Kendric smiles, sipping his beer.

As Carmen goes off Kendric eyes turn towards the far off table by the hearth where a young man and woman are seated in conversation. His eyes first fell upon the man's hands, which were rough and dirty much like that of blacksmith he had met trading with his adopted father. Judging by his broad shoulders and frame Kendric figured he might be within the same line of work. The woman on the other hand was fairly petite in stature and some what enthralled with her surroundings. He sips his beer once more awaiting his meal while he looked on at the table. If the man was indeed a blacksmith than perhaps Kendric would soon have business for him, but for now he sat quietly, taking in his surroundings.

[Vez]

“Mia, huh? Hmmm…” Vez stopped chewing and tossed the name around in his head. It had a nice ring to it. Like a chime of a well-crafted bell. She gave him a nervous smile, but he noticed she never looked him in the eyes; never looked away, just never in the eyes. Vez swallowed what was in his mouth and responded to her question. “Yeah, I come here quite often; bit of a long story though. What about you? I haven’t seen you in here before. What brings you to a place like this?” As he waited for her response, he took another bite of his turkey leg and chewed it slowly, savoring the taste. Staring at Mia he couldn’t help but think, What a curious woman. With a face like hers she should be much more confident, yet she won’t even look me in the eyes. Curious... curious indeed. As he gazed at Mia, he noticed a dark skinned, rugged looking man at the bar sipping his beer. It wasn’t odd to see a man of his sort in this type of place, but what caught his attention was the fact that the man was staring right at him. Vez tried not to attract attention to himself and quickly glanced back to Mia. When he peered up again, the man was looking elsewhere in the room. Curious… Vez had the feeling this was going to be an interesting night.

[Mia]

Mia wondered whether he thought her name strange, as he'd repeated it out loud. Did he think she'd lied? id she ought to? No, no one knew her name, no one knew her face. She was safe, so far. She thought for a second; a long story if he comes here often? How long can it be? Is he lying? Why would he be? Is he dangerous? Is his name really what he claims it to be?
Calm down, he's done nothing yet. Stay alert, always, but never panic.

"Oh, no. I don't come here often. Once in a while, but I'm a bit of a.. Well, I like to try to save as much Miza as I can.. It all adds up, it's not much but one never knows when it's needed.. I just come here for company. Uhm, polite company that is, not the sort that's found in the 'Dragon."

She felt she should make that clear. She was not just after that, and she was not desperate. She wanted to portrait herself as a social person, not a hussy.

"But I love long stories, and I'd very much like to hear yours. If you don't mind, that is.."

Truth be told she was curious. She'd not seen the other man, and as such couldn't pay him any attention or thought.

[Kendric Jericrosh]

"Here you go," Carmen says, sliding Kendric his two meals. "Enjoy."

Kendric smiles as Carmen goes back to serving the others in the bar. Sipping his beer Kendric picks up his turkey leg and begins to eat. He struggles to contain his more "animalistic" nature while he eats. It had been a while since he last had a decently cooked me. He realizes, though, that in public one should maintain some kind of composure as to not draw too much attention to themselves. Sipping his beer again he glances over at the table by the hearth once again. When he had finished his first plate he looks at Carmen as she takes it.

"Know any thing about the two by the hearth," Kendric ask.

"The guy is named Vez," Carmen replies, "I don't really know the girl, but Vez is a regular. Why are asking may I ask?"

"No real reason," Kendric smiles, sipping his beer once more, "Just curious."

"Well," Carmen begins, "don't start anything, he's a good guy."

Carmen takes Kendric's first plate as he picks up his second turkey wing and takes a bite. The bar had begun to get a little more crowded and he was beginning to lose sight of Vez and the young woman. Wolfing down his last plate Kendric rises to his feet and begins making his way towards the table. He carefully maneuvers through the crowd with his beer in his hand. A mere few feet away from the table Kendric is bumped from behind by a larger gentleman also making his way through the crowd. He watches in disbelief as his beer splash onto Vez.

"I'm sorry," Kendric states in shock. "Let me make it up to you guys, just name it."

[Vez]

ooc noteSorry for the wait. I work two jobs and I had some company come in from out of town this weekend. I will try to respond to my threads within 48 hours.

Vez couldn’t help but chuckle when he heard Mia mention the dragon. He had only been in there once, with his father, and had only gotten a quick glance of what it was like, but he knew what kind of dealings went on in there. Upon thinking of his father, Vez frowned; then smiled again when he remembered Mia was watching him. He did not want to give the wrong impression. He thought a moment on where he should start with his tale. Did she really want to hear it? It was long, and depressing, and he doubted she wanted a life story. He pondered a little while longer until he finally came up with an explanation that was short enough not to bore her, yet long enough to include some detail and not seem like he was blowing her off. “Well you see…” Vez began, but as soon as the words were out of his mouth, the grizzly man from the bar earlier was standing in front of him, and Vez felt his lap get cold. He looked down. Beer... The man had spilled beer in his lap. Vez glared up at the man, a little perturbed at the annoyance, but before he could say anything, the man apologized and offered to make it up to him. “Well first,” Vez began, still a little agitated, “you could tell us your name.” He stopped and thought for a moment, then continued, “And buy this young lady some dinner. If you can do that I feel I may be able to forgive you, and if you wish, you could join us at my table.” Vez nodded to himself. That seemed reasonable enough.

[Kendric Jericrosh]

Kendric grins a little at the man's reaction and reply. Reaching into his pockets he pulls out some GM before stopping the young man serving tables. He places 1 GM on the boys tray.

"Would you mind getting this young lady a meal," Kendric states to the boy before turning back to Vez, "My name is Kendric."

He's about to pull out a chair when he suddenly grabs his neck. The mark he had from birth begins to pulse and slightly burn. Hiding his pain he chuckles a little.

"Must be a cramp," he begins before pulling out a small empty bag from his pocket, "I wish I could stay and chat, but I'm afraid I must be going. Probably drank too much before I came over, but..."

Kendric slips some GM into the pouch and tosses it onto the table.

"The only people who have hands like yours are those whom work with their hands," Kendric remarks, looking at Vez's hands. "You'll find 5 GM there, consider it a down payment for some work I may have for you. From what I hear you're more familiar of this area then I, so even if you cant I'm sure you know someone who can."

Kendric smiles as he pushes his chair back in.

"Perhaps in 2 days if your interested we can meet at Kova's Wishing Well to discuss this further," Kendric continues. "If you show great, if not then consider the GM as a further sentiment of my regret for spilling my beer upon you. Until then sorry once again for the mess and I hope you enjoy your meal Ms."

Kendric feels the mark burn once again and quickly leaves following Vez's response, hurrying back to Traveler's Row.