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[Reaver Riatal]

Reaver took pause at the young man's words, he was going on and on and on. Good gods he was like some sort of lonely housewife who has had no one to talk for decades. Blinking he was caught a little off guard by the sudden flow of words. Listening as the boy went on about his aunt and her eccentric habits and love of Akalak's. This was definitely not what he was expecting, not in the slightest but he was really enjoying this! When Atticus took a sip of his wine, Reaver was chuckling rather heartily. This was just too good not to listen and laugh at! His hand reached up as if to ask why this was happening though it quickly dropped to his side. He couldn't help but feel as though this was all a joke, namely because Atticus was acting so. Well odd would be a fine choice though it didn't quite cover his opinion on the matter. It was like the lad was raised to be a housewife to a rich man or something of equivalence! He wouldn't be surprised if this boy was going to grow up and study to be an actor. A difficult job often hard to secure in Mizahar, it was also one he knew next to nothing about. Still to him this was a marvelous show and he was more than a little entertained at watching the boy act like a young lady. As Atticus' little act came to a close he found it a little difficult to recompose himself. Giving small chuckles here and there he watched as he filled his glass with the dark red liquor.

Nodding to the lad and sitting down Reaver tipped the glass to his lips and drank. Only a few mouthfuls went down as he sighed at the taste. This was far better than kelp beer, the taste was delightful and caused him to miss his home. Though his thoughts didn't dwindle for long as he turned his attention back to Atticus. His sharp blue eyes examining the boy before him once more, the boy had spoken a lot. Though it seemed he had said nothing really of himself, and what was recently spoken he suspected was just for fun. The boy had spoken of brothers and a father, as well that he's had no real romantic relations. This was just making him all the more curious, why was the boy just wandering the streets? And if his speech and actions suggested that he was born of a more wealthy family. Why was he touring someone like himself for money? Surely a lad like him would have enough money on him that'd he'd have no need to sell his services as a guide. Or perhaps this was something of good gesture? No, the boy would have refused his offer to pay for meals otherwise. And surely this boy would have far better things to do, like studying or some such. That quickly brought his mind full circle, what where this boy's talents? What could he do, what was he studying to be able to do? Was he even studying at all? More of these questions raced though Reaver's mind though he couldn't find any real way to ask them. And as chimes when by in his head, not even half the time went by in the world around him.

Snapping his attention to the outside along with his hand he smiled again. Broad and large as he always did, with no hiding of his joy. "Tell me Atticus, when shall we visit the University? I'm curious to see it, I'm sure Zeltiva has numerous more locations that would peek my interest." 'Namely the drinking establishments' he thought to himself as he took a small pause in his speech. "But I must admit I'm hoping with great eagerness to see it! I've heard a lot of whispers around it. I'm hoping it lives up to its reputation." He smiled and sipped at his wine. By the gods this tasted amazing! He only hoped he'd be able to find the Dancing Donkey again. His sense of direction was about as good as Rhysol was nice. However he hopped to at least learn one location here.

[Arianthe Swansong]

Well, now he was laughing at her, and she wished she had never said anything in the first place. Laughter had always been her husband's way of showing her how little regard he gave to her thoughts... violence had been a favourite too. That said, she thought in Reaver's case, it was probably more out of genuine amusement than a spirit of mockery. Arianthe flushed quite violently and took a sip, then feeling a little ashamed of blushing - did men blush? She couldn't remember, though she supposed that technically they must do. She tried to rack her brains, trying to remember her brothers flushing. Ah yes. They had always blushed around beautiful girls. Maybe if she appeared to be looking at Peonia? She was quite certain that she was considered very attractive, but then she might catch her eye and Peonia might realise she was there and, knowing Peonia, she wouldn't behave with scrupulousness and would likely walk right over and ask her why she was dressed the way she was. Not sure how to proceed, and knowing that she was about to have a meal so her energy would be replenished, she started feeling for his aura. It was green, but not of jealousy, and maybe a little acidic yellow and orange... ah, so he was curious about her. And she thought he had wanted her to stop talking. Should she maybe explain what she did in Zeltiva, her hobbies and her ambitions? Or maybe the curiosity was actually more of a suspiciousness, which was only to be expected really. She had good acting skills but she thought that even she might be suspicious of the pretence by this point. "Indeed. We can go to the University as soon as we have finished our meal if you like. There is a lot to see of it and, I think, more than worthy of its reputation. I study there and there is really nowhere better. The professors are so helpful and its a delight to be taught by them." She paused and took another sip of the wine. "Forgive me, for I might have already asked you, but did you say at any point that you were intending to study there?"

[Reaver Riatal]

Reaver smiled and chuckled clapping his hands together happily, spilling a little bit of his wine. Looking as the stain fell to the floor and splattering on the floor, he blinked for a second forgetting he had a glass of wine in hand. "Well that's, completely my fault. I'll have to apologize later. Now back on topic! I'm glad to hear the professors are so talented at teaching! I do intend to study there and learn whatever it is I can~ And Atticus! I had no idea you studied there! Once I get myself comfortable with Zeltiva I'll have to look you up! We can have a celebration! You are after all the first friend I've made here in Zeltiva~ Actually what are you studying here?" He smiled tilted his head looking at her, he sipped his partially empty glass. Gently setting it down as stretched his arms, leaning forward he took the pitcher of wine and refilled his glass. Taking it he took another long swig before letting out a nice warm sigh. He could handle his drinks rather well, and beyond a slight reddening on his cheeks he still seemed sober enough.

Looking over he noticed the black haired waitress approach them smiling as pleasantly as possible. Though the dark haired woman seemed hardly in the mood for pleasantries she delivered their food without much talk. Giving an awkward look he simply sighed and shook his head. Once the woman was gone he looked towards Atticus. "My, my some people can just be foul sometimes. Oh well guess it can't really be helped." He looked to his meal and smiled, his steak with some diced potato's all seasoned and just a little spice had arrived! Delicious! He paused a moment as he took in a long deep breath. Letting it out in a nice long sigh he smiled and sat up. Looking over at his young guide and first Zeltivan friend. If Atticus was studying at the University there was a chance he might be a wizard. Though he still had nothing but romours and straws to grasp, the chance was there. He wondered how much fun it would be to have a friend. A wizardly friend at that~ Someone who he could actually talk to and discuss the arcane with! He was getting goose bumps at the thought alone.

He wanted to think more, to get lost in his ideas and his hopeful expectations! However his stomach was quick to remind him of where he was and what he needed. Looking down he had almost forgotten about the plate set before him. Taking one of the potato's in his black gloved hands he took a quick bite, just to test it. There was a little too much seasoning for his taste but it was still excellent! "Ooo~ Atticus this is quite delicious! Not what I was expecting at all. My mother can't even cook like this~!" He picked up his utensils and began to dig in. Eating with what politesse he had been taught by his parents.

[Arianthe Swansong]

"Oh, I'm sure you'll like it. Currently, I am studying Magical Theory and Astronomy. In the Spring, I have decided to drop Astronomy in favour of History. The truth is, I have so little patience with what is going on in the sky and, apparently, I always miss the important little details." That was putting it lightly. For all her education and desire to learn, astronomy had scored very low in her esteem. She didn't like getting up for lessons in the early morning, when even the birds don't yet sing. Even worse, she didn't like desperately scrabbling, looking for shapes and patterns in stars that seemed rather evenly spaced and alone most of the time. Arianthe smiled lightly at the description of the waitress as foul, "Some people have a reason to be foul sometimes. This is one of the least rowdy establishments in Zeltiva, at least one of the least rowdy where you can drink, but I still expect that not all the customers are exactly gentlemen in regards to the treatment of waitresses. I think most people have reasons for being the way they are." She paused and turned to her own meal. She really was not very hungry, although she had eaten nothing since the evening of the day before. However, it did look nice and since Reaver had gone to the trouble and expense of buying it for her, she wasn't going to sit there, picking at it. Instead, she grabbed a bite quickly, with gusto, and proceeded to carve a dent in her food. "Well, it's amazing that it doesn't cost a lot more. There is a shortage of all foods at the moment, so most people limit themselves." Arianthe took a few more bites. It really was rather nice, and she could not help but smile at the comment about his mother. Her own mother had never done any cooking, instead having a cook permanently within the household in order to cater to her every need. Arianthe, on the other hand, had been compelled to learn by necessity... and she rather enjoyed it.

[Reaver Riatal]

Reaver continued to eat and devour his meal, he was paying for it so he was damn sure he was going to eat and enjoy it to its fullest. Consuming and smiling at the taste all the more he kept eating almost utterly forgetting both his manners and his company. Though he missed the first thing of what Atticus said he brought his head up and focused on him as he dinned. Putting another potato into his mouth while he sliced up his steak. He was eating rather quickly as he felt the beast of hunger within him steadily calm at the weight of food within him. Taking another slice of meat he slipped it into his mouth, groaning slightly at the taste he happily swallowed. It was a powerful taste with just the right amount of seasoning oh it was beautiful. This was the best tavern food he had eaten in so long! He actually couldn't help but groan and wiggle once more in excitement. Looking up he watched and listened carefully, once the boy had finished he chuckled and nodded. "Yes I suppose so, the bar we where at last night was a little, interesting. And I suppose I can understand why some people would be a little, unpleasant then. There's a food shortage here? I never would have guessed the way people still sell and market food here." This gave him pause for thought as he took another piece of steak into his mouth. Chewing as he formed up further conversation in his mind.

He steadily began to clean himself up and wipe his mouth clean. Pulling up his sleeve to use his bare arm. Reaver had manners though he was really still just a common born young man by the end of the day. Looking up at Atticus he watched as the young man pecked at his meal. Smiling now that he young man was actually eating his food. After all he was paying for it he hoped he'd at least his money wouldn't be wasted. "Well since you are studying at the University I'll have to drop by your room a few times. I'd be nice having a friend to study with. OH! A brilliant idea! As I heard you get lots of books at the University, we should make a structure out of nothing but books! I know it sounds foolish but think of it a moment! Just a moment of serious thought towards the idea. Of a small structure, perhaps similar to the design of a fort. That we can call our own. Sure it won't last a day and we'll probably only do it once. But just imagine the fun! It's also even better that it would be a great activity to rid yourself of stress!. What do you think?" He smiled tilting his head towards the boy. He thought his idea was a brilliant one, he recalled back in Syliras he had managed to build a similar fort as a child. Though he only got halfway done when it collapsed on him. The idea itself was ridiculous, but he had a hopeful little feeling that Atticus would accept his offer. The young lad looked like he could use a little laugh at the very least.

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[Arianthe Swansong]

Arianthe was not sure what the man was asking about the fort, but the suggestion that he might wish to visit her rooms rang alarm bells. If he were to catch her unawares, he would immediately know that she was a woman... that said, she supposed it didn't matter that much. She dressed as a man every now and again when she went to places that she would be wary of entering as she was or at night. This situation encompassed neither of those things and she immediately had the urge to tell him. That said, dressing as a man was improper and would raise no few remarks from many people who would make fun of her for it. Did she really want to risk that? And she liked talking with Reaver. Nobody ever talked to her with such liberty and she wondered if his discourse might not change slightly if she revealed that she wasn't a young boy, as he seemed to think she was. On the other hand, if she revealed the truth, she could go and remove this blasted fabric bandaging her chest back. It really was rather irritating, not to mention, it was becoming a little painful. If she'd simply worn a huge shirt, she wouldn't have had to go through this. That said, if he was indeed intending to come and visit her, he'd find out soon enough. Even if she was dressed as a boy, everything about her room indicated that it belonged to a young lady... or a very effeminate man. On balance, she decided not to reveal her disguise yet, but thought there would be no harm in playing her character slightly less well. So, she allowed her naturally deep voice to go back to normal rather than purposefully making it deeper, and decided that if it came to it, she'd laugh and smile more freely too. Really, she worried much too much. "A Fort? Out of books? I'm not sure that would be allowed, but if you like, then why not? It sounds like it could be fun." She was still confused as to what he might mean. Did he want to build a den in the library - she supposed it was so big that there might be a little corner where they did that. Or take out an extortionate amount of books and do it somewhere else - that was less plausible for it would never be allowed. "Alright then. We will build a fort. When do you want to do that?"

[Reaver Riatal]

Reaver smiled as he sat there cup of wine hand, more than happy to hear the words of approval from Atticus. Or at least they where close enough to be words of approval to him. Though he had noticed something odd change about the boy, his pitch had gotten higher. It was strange and took a moments consideration but only a moment. Afterward the thought was banished and swiftly replaced with thoughts of grand structures built of literature. The thought was just too appealing to him not to smile his charming smile all the larger. Fidgeting in his seat slightly he took another sip of his glass before setting it down. Leaning in a little more he rubbed his gloved hands together as he spoke. "I'd say around the eleventh would be a fine time to do so. I can get a little more settled in this city and find a perhaps some more information. But yes the eleventh would be a nice. Goodness so exciting~ I'd get a little tour of the University and release some stress. I believe we should build it somewhere more private, least it be discovered and dismantled by anyone of a more joyless heart." He gave pause a few moments while one of his hands found itself stroking his chin a few times before looking over at Atticus again.

"Say how large are the dorm rooms? Large enough to build a fort or should we find another place to build our grand and most noble outpost!" He spoke rather loudly and actually standing up, putting his foot on the table between them. Raising a fist to the air while putting another hand on his hip. Posing like he where a grand leader about to lead an exposition of great peril. Or more accurately looking like a fool with little sense of embarrassment. Regardless the undeniable sense of pride and hits of charm where about him. As his coat fluttered about his person. The short sword he kept horizontally across his backside shown for the moment. After the members of the establishment looked back to their own drinks and conversation. Reaver felt his blood cool and his rear returning to his seat, calmly taking his glass in hand and drinking from it. Though the small scene he had just made hadn't even actually happened. Looking over at Atticus with his same, unflinching smile. More than eager to hear his response to his questions and statements.