[The Rearing Stallion] Where travellers meet (Closed)

[Akiva Korvashi]

1st Day of Summer 510 AV

Akiva sauntered into the tavern, ignoring her urges to mess with the Rearing Stallion banner hanging just outside the door. Kipps, who appeared to be slightly sleepy, followed lazily behind her, his tail up as usual. Upon entering the room, a variety of different scents wafted towards her; ale, burning wood, and the welcoming smell of a homemade dinner being cooked. If Kipps had been tired before, he was now quite awake, and just as curious as she was. "They make such wonderful smells for us in here don't they Kipps?" She said in a low voice, looking down to the small black cat at her feet. Kipps purred joyfully and circled around her, rubbing against her legs with his body. He stopped short, having gotten one of his front claws stuck in her skirt, which wrapped around her long legs, open on one side to reveal her upper thigh and her bare feet. He sat down and tugged at it, trying to free his claw until she bent over to help him. Her shirt, equally as revealing, came down to just above her navel and had off-the-shoulder sleeves. "Let's sit over there!" she said excitedly, pointing to the table closest to the door. Kipps followed as she half ran to the table and sat down. Kipps jumped onto the chair beside her and started licking his paws, paying no attention to anything else. Akiva set her pack down next to her and rummaged through it until she found what she had been looking for, and happily pulled out a wooden flute. She played a few notes on it to warm up as she waited for a waitress, who very promptly came to take her order. "What can I get for ya?" The waitress said in a casual voice. "I'll have a mug of ale and whatever's for lunch, unless it's vegetables." she said with a look of disgust. The waitress chuckled and smiled, "I don't think you'll be disappointed today miss." She walked off, returning moments later with a mid-sized bowl of steaming hot stew, a chunk of bread, and a mug of ale. Akiva handed her the 6 silver rimmed mizas she owed for the meal. The waitress thanked her and quickly hurried off to clean tables. Akiva began hurriedly eating her stew, washing it down with a drink of ale here and there.

[Keorvic]

1rst Day of Summer 510 AV

Stomping the dust off of his boots, Keorvic stepped into the relative cool of the dimly lit tavern. glancing around he saw only a waitress, a heavyset bartender, and a scantily clad young lady shoving food in her face as fast as it would go. the smell of whatever it was she was eating was enough to make his stomach rumble, and he looked for a place to sit where he could watch the girl without being too obvious. He ambled to the corner of the bar and ordered a mug of ale with a gesture. walking back to sit in a corner, one that would offer a nice view of the pretty young thing he asked the waitress for a bowl of whatever the girl was having, and sat down at a corner table with a sigh of relief. lulled by the cool air and the ale, he didn't notice the waitress' return until she cleared her throat to get his attention. following his gaze, she glanced back at him with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, obviously not impressed with his blatant ogling of the girl. with another sigh Keorvic handed over six silver then sat back and gave some attention to his meal. it wasn't the best he'd ever had, but the bread was tasty, and the ale complimented the taste. he made a note to tip the waitress a few extra silver before he left.

[Akiva Korvashi]

While Akiva was being absorbed in slurping down her stew, a tall man stepped into the doorway, stomping his boots off. He looked around for a bit, ordered some food, then took a place behind her. She paid no immediate attention to him - her food was more important. She finished scraping the last bit of food off of the bottom of the bowl and tossed the last piece of her bread into her mouth after it. She still had some ale left, but the glass was considerably less full than it had been about four minutes ago. Kipps was sitting upright in the chair giving her quite a stare. You're being quite rude was obviously the thought on his mind. Akiva sighed and motioned the waitress over again. "I'll have another bowl of stew for this lad, he doesn't need the bread though," she said, nodding toward Kipps. The waitress looked down at Kipps with slight unease, then went to fill the order, promptly bringing back another bowl of stew and setting it on the table. Akiva handed the waitress another 5 silver mizas and picked the bowl up and set it down on the chair in front of Kipps. "Don't make a mess, or I'll not take you hunting with me tomorrow," she told Kipps sternly. Kipps began to eat the stew slowly, as it was too hot for him as it was. She picked up her flute again while she was waiting and began playing another song, little more than a ditty. She didn't play for long before she felt an increasingly strange feeling of being watched, but when she turned around it was just the man that had come in, being what looked to be scorned by the waitress. I wonder what he's done she thought, and went back to playing her flute.

[Keorvic]

With his hunger sated for the moment, Keorvic sat back and watched the strange exchange the unusual girl had with the waitress, who then returned with a bowl of stew for a cat he hadn't noticed before. what an interesting girl. he thought to himself. Shrugging, he pulled his bag up to the table and started rooting through it and pulled out a half finished figurine and his pearl handled whittling knife. looking at the hunk of polished fishbone, he decided to go with his original decision and continued carving it into the shape of a sitting cat. as he whittled he let his mind wander and thought back about his original reason for venturing to Syliras; it was where his mother was from. He knew he wasn't cut out to be a knight, being more at home in a bar fight than a battlefield, but he was interested in learning more about the Order he might have been a part of had things turned out differently. still, he had more to do than research. He decided he would stop by the bizarre during his exploits in the city, and look for a suitable inn with suitably enticing girls. That's one thing that was never provided as freely back home. he grinned and thought to himself.

[Akiva Korvashi]

The slight shuffling noise behind her drew Akiva's attention. The man who had come in earlier was pulling something out of his bag. She set her flute down on the table and turned her attention toward him. He had a small piece of ivory and a very shiny knife in his hands. Shiny... she thought, and without thinking, stood up. Kipps looked up to her questioningly, but without much more than a second, went back to eating his stew. She hesitated, then walked over and sat at the table next to the man, watching as he carved into the piece of ivory. Trying to be subtle about watching him, but completely failing, she leaned in to get a closer look at what he was making. "That looks like Kipps..." she said to herself, probably a little bit too loud. Maybe he wants my cat? She looked back to his knife, it appeared to have a pearl handle. The dim light from the fire created just enough light to make the handle sparkle. She wanted desperately to have the knife this man possessed, but didn't think she could steal it from him from right under his nose. "Excuse me sir," she said without hesitation. "Would you be willing to sell that knife of yours?"

[Wolf Flynn]

After coming into the tavern to get away from his thoughts of being alone, Wolf sat down and contemplated what he was going to do from here on. Searching around the bar he noticed that a man and a woman with a cat were talking, and the woman was asking about the knife. Scoffing at the thought that anyone here was worth anything to his adventure, he sat and watched the two continue talking while noticing that the woman had beautiful but messy hair and a strange way of clothing. 'I guess you meet all kinds of people these days', Wolf thought. He was more interested in finding companions for his journeys here and in other places. He looked with sad complacency at them wondering if he had time to make friends like that, he would.

[Keorvic]

Keorvic jerked out of his revere, he realizing that the girl was sitting across from him. "Hello, and no, I'm afraid this knife is not for sale. you can buy this little piece from me when I'm finished with it though," he said, indicating the nearly complete cat figurine. shrugging, he looked around as the door swung open, he saw a tall man walk in and look around.

[Akiva Korvashi]

Disappointed that she could not have the shiny, Akiva frowned and complied to the suggestion. "I'm sure I would like to, he reminds me of my Kipps over there," she pointed to Kipps, still licking away at the bowl in his chair. She took note as a man entered the tavern, darkly dressed and appeared to be slightly upset, but she really couldn't tell. He looked around, fixing his eyes on her for a moment too long, and sat down. He continued to watch them a little too obviously, but didn't appear to have any intention of harming them. Akiva was still a little unsure. She turned to the man with the carving again. "Do you mind if I sit with you? My name's Akiva Korvashi, one of the few Kelvic of Syliras," she was slightly uneasy now for some reason.

[Wolf Flynn]

Wolf noticed that he was noticed, and decided to turn back to the table. 'So she's a kelvic' he thought. 'There don't seem to be many Kelvic around, but they sure are an interesting race.' Wolf wondered how this Kelvic came to be here, and thought that she would be a good part of his team if he could get her to join. The man he had noticed, seemed as though he had some training, and could probably use him in his team too. But mostly, Wolf just thought that he needed friends for his journey, because he didn't think he would get far without the support of people who care. Not wanting to make them uncomfortable, he sad at the table seeming to be in thought, while seeming sad that not many people wanted to be his friend for him being so poor and other reasons.

[Keorvic]

"Ah, Kelvic! that makes sense now. I knew a few of you kind in Whitehold. They were were polar bears or similar of course. I assume you are of the feline persuasion?" Keorvic grinned, glancing at Akiva's very catlike eyes. now that he knew what to look for, he could see that she was indeed very catlike in her movements. "I am Keorvic, and I guess you could say I'm half Vantha. I come from Whitehold. Yes please, have a seat." he said, happy that a girl as enticing as Akiva would want to talk to him, for whatever reason.