Open A Night to Remember... Or Not. [The Herald's Arms]

[Edreina]

12th Day of Summer 23rd Bell The Herald's Arms "C'mon! You can do it!" Edreina shouted, slamming her palm down onto the bar top. It's well-polished surface created a satisfying smack as her hand fell upon it, her hand was left stinging, but it seemed to have its intended effect as the man before her downed his fourth ale. The way that he swayed told Edreina that he would not make it through his fifth, the one that would allow him to match the champion's record. And he would certainly not be able to even touch the sixth it would take to beat him. The first floor of the Arms was loud, rowdy. Some girls of the comfort girls had grown annoyed that men were spending so much time drinking and so little mizas on their company. But, as more men were emasculated by the champion, more were heading over to the working girls, looking to prove once more that they were, indeed, men. Oh and this champion of the game of drink? She was a tall, opulently built woman with a full grin despite the five ales she had already consumed. Her brown eyes were matched nearly exactly by her short-cut hair, trimmed to rest just above her double chin. She had a throaty, tobacco crisped voice that always seemed to dance on the edge of a rumbling whisper. To Edreina, her gender would have been unclear were it not for her bright red dress and equally vivacious makeup. But then again, this city seemed to be full of oddities. Would a man dressed as a woman not be another of them? She was brought back to present as the man keeled over out of his chair, sprawling out on the floor, green-faced. He had lost. So, his mizas remained upon the ever-growing pile beside the woman, and in the pocket of the Herald. "Who is next!?" The woman boomed with a laugh, arms spread wide in invitation. Edreina could not help but smile to herself as she gathered the defeated foe's mugs and set them aside to be washed and reused at a later date. When she returned, she rested upon her elbows on the bar, blue eyes tempting any man to step forward and accept the woman's challenge. But, sadly, it seemed as if they were all more intrigued by the oh so interesting quality of their shoes. OOCIF you win, the amount shall be decided upon by the moderator.

[Edreina]

When still no one stepped forward, Edreina was tempted to take matters into her own hands. The only problem was, the Svefra was a pathetic lightweight. Two good ales and she would be stripping off her clothes and singing an Otani's song. Besides, she could not drink on the job. Yep! That was her excuse and she would stick to it. So instead, she walked around the bar and then took up a seat upon the edge of it, legs crossed so that a long expanse of honey-colored, carefully sculpted leg was exposed. The movement was crude and unsure, but she had seen comfort girls do it and get good results. Perhaps the local men would be too drunk to notice her ineptitude. One could only hope. Blue eyes scoured each of the gritty frames assembled, seeking any sort of steel lurking within any of them. One corner of her full lips was raised in a "C'mon. Impress me." sort of look. "Make them feel like they will have a chance. Drink is the best sort of courage a man can buy," her employer had insisted, basically admonishing her for how "prudely" she behaved and dressed. Damn city-goers. First she wore too little, and then too much. Apparently there was no pleasing them. And yet she tried, all for the all-mighty miza. Perhaps with this new display would give someone would have the courage to step up and take the gluttonous woman's challenge.

[Baragul]

Baragul walked in a man of large enough stature but he kept to himself he goes to the bar and orders a pint to sip on taking survey of the room. He came to possibly meet new people pubs are good for that right? He thinks to himself that he hasn't really had time to himself throughout his life. Now hes got money a tiny portion why doesn't he live for a night meet people make friends?

He notices the feisty svefra in the corner of the room noticing something slightly intriguing about her he sits and lets his eyes drift over the rest of the room but all the while staying aware of her cocky attitude. She always looks like shes hiding something. She seems uncomfortable.

He brushes his hair out of his face and returns to his pint and asks the bartender what shes here for he explains that she sells drinks for the competition. Baragul laughed at the thought of her actually participating in the competition.

Downing the rest of his pint he orders another already tipsy from the first one he realizes hes never drank before tonight at least not for anything more then what was necessary. Was I that much of a killjoy? "Bah doesn't matter now" he whispers to himself. He cant flush the thoughts though he has always been such a stickler for rules and work.

Then he remembers why he came to he bar to lay loose and forget about the past. He made a silent deal with himself today im a new man still a hard working man but a man who can enjoy himself this way I wont be so boring. He laughs out loud and takes a chug from his new pint.

Baragul stands up and walks over to the svefra and explains to her That instead of drinking against the record holder he would like to buy her a drink and talk. Its been a long time since hes had company and hes looking for a friend. Baragul thought about why he asked her this. It clicked soon after she seems like shes out of place something like he is.

[Lyrri Snowsong]

"C'mon! You can do it!"

The exclamation rose above the usual rowdy din of the Herald's Arms as Lyrri sat, laughing unabashed at the excitable drunk who sat to her left; on a busy summer day, it was loud enough so that you couldn't hear a damn thing; yet the companiable Svefra waitress could surely be heard throughout the ground floor.

"A mug over here," the bard yelled with a grin; she wasn't working tonight, only enjoying the entertainment. Rare that she should go a day without practicing, but this soothed her spirit far more than her musty old box of an apartment ever would.

And here was the very reason! Her Vantha eyes lit with cheerful green as a glass presented its lovely self before her. Been a while, hasn't it? The little thing was no well-worn alcoholic, to be sure; this contest, while highlighting the talents of some very funny drunks, was far from her mind, even if she'd like to outmatch the unpleasant, bellowing champion in all her blubbery glory... Still, the Herald's Arms had some lovely ale. A large swig and another chuckle at the slurring fool beside her only furthered her cheerful mood. Far too long, really.

The great winter city wasn't nearly as bustling; taverns were far less busy, and mostly for travelers and the like. Lyrri had her fun in her hold, where she knew nearly everyone and was barred from bad decisions under her parents' watchful eye. Needless to say, this was a rather new experience- not a bad one, either!

A glance to the side showed the Svefra still at work while the funny drunk was taken away by a questionable young lady; Lyrri smiled dubiously as a train of men proceeded to study the ground with intense focus. Another swig; a happy sigh at the cool relief from a humid summer.

She was a waitress here, wasn't she? Lyrri had just started, but she seemed nice enough; energetic, if nothing else. The bard wondered briefly if she was friendly because it was her way, or because it earned her more mizas. Doesn't matter, I suppose, she brushed the thought off with an ever-cheerful smile. I'm sure we'll be friends either way!

She also noticed a young man, one who was clearly new to the Herald, if not the city itself. He seemed nice enough; he was moving to chat with the lovely waitress. The cheerful smile remained; it was her natural state of being, whether she had something interesting in her sights or not. A third swig, and a continued watch of the many other funny drunks the night would offer; Not a bad day, so long as I can stand the heat!

[Edreina]

When Baragul offered her a drink, Edreina smiled politely and shook her head, explaining that she could not be drunk and still work, it was not allowed. And then a queer thought came across her mind. Grinning, she walked over and pulled the stool out beside the bard, a rather bubbly girl she had only had the pleasure of speaking with once or twice. Her name still escaped her... she remembered it sounded something like "lyric" which was convenient considering her occupation. Whether or not the man chose to take the seat, Edreina had to get back to work. At least this way he may be able to receive the company he had requested. From a quick once over, Edreina did not really consider him to be the sort that would seek out a comfort girl sober, so the least she could do is give him someone to talk to until he was intoxicated enough to seek paid company, if he ever got up the courage. Either way, Edreina began to refill the mugs being thrust her way, whistling to herself. It appeared as if the drinking contest was over for the night, but people were still intent upon throwing their mizas into the bottom of a mug. When everyone's mug was full once again, she stood behind the bar, hands on her hips and asked if anyone was interested in dinner tonight. The house special tonight was roasted pork shank dressed with rosemary, and a side of mixed greens, she proclaimed, watching to see who would come forward and place an order.

[Baragul]

Baragul sat next to the bubbly women at the bar taking a sip of his drink. She seemed quite interesting if nothing else she was quite happy. He wondered if she came here often as she seemed to know what she was looking around at. As if the sight was half way common to her. Thats when he noticed her eyes they weren't human eyes she was a Vantha the idea had not even clicked in his head. At that time Baragul decided he definitely would not be winning any drinking competitions with the burly women by Edreina.


Loose lipped after his second drink he decided although he wanted to be a new kind of man it would probably be better not to be a drunkard. Thus he finished his drink and gave the bartender back the mug. His main factor was because he remembered the days of mopping old drunks puke from the ground in taverns such as this. Damn he thought to him self. Everything is about work. He shook his head and looked closely at the women sitting next to him. "Hello i am Baragul and how are you"? He realized he wasn't very good at conversation starters. He quickly put that in the back of his head he would have to remedy the problem one day. Who knows maybe a new friend can help with that problem to. He smiled directing it to the Vantha.

[Lyrri Snowsong]

Lyrri, distracted wholly by the goal of chugging her beer, didn't notice the patron next to her until he spoke up. She started, nearly choking on the last sip, before laughing at herself as she regained her balance. She smiled warmly as she sent the mug off for a refill, then turned to the quiet gentleman at her side. "Quite well, thanks," she said with a welcoming grin. "Pleasure to meet you, Baragul. I'm Lyrri."

He seemed a bit uncomfortable, though his second ale seemed to have loosened him up a bit. The bard chuckled inwardly- was it because of the companions floating through the crowd, or was he simply not much of a drinker?

Oh, well. Even if the girl would have asked outright, her fresh mug was enough to erase the thought. "Much obliged," she called to the Svefra waitress, and opened her mouth again before realizing she still didn't know her name. She had heard it before. It was... Ed-something, right? Eddie? Edna? No. Dina! ... No. She shook her head furiously, a thick black braid wobbling comically behind her. That would bug her.

She sighed as Ed-something announced the dinner special. Delicious food- the Herald's cooks were no slouches- but Lyrri couldn't remember the last time she'd spent five gold mizas on a meal, and she wasn't about to use up what little money she had made! A flicker of red tinted her iris before she was captivated once again by her cool mug. Ale was a far different story. With another swig, she looked back at Baragul. "So what brings you to the Herald's Arms?"

[Baragul]

With a smile he answered Lyrri quickly "definitely not the food". "Not for that price atleast". He chuckled and said he was glad to meet her. "Im here to lay back and be myself for a while" slurred Baragul two ales obviously was more then the limit for the man either that or The Herald's Arms had some extra special brew.He chuckled at himself finding his low alcohol tolerance a tad amusing.

He explained to Lyrri he had always lived here in Sylirias since he was a child but, he never really got to go out and live he has always worked. He stopped himself after that realizing the women most likely didn't care about his own story it was much to boring and short. So instead he pleaded to hear hers. What brought the vantha to the Herald's Arms? "Are you a drinker or a fraternizer looking for a friend? I personally fall into the latter but if your just here to drink I am sure i could accompany you" He grinned yet again. Having someone to talk to was a pleasure enough for him, he barely knew this women but already he was enjoying himself just from talking.

[Lyrri Snowsong]

Lyrri chuckled alongside the man. Then again, she would likely be slurring as well after this mug.

Baragul had spent his entire life in Syliras. Really? Lyrri couldn't imagine it. To stay in this cramped, sweltering place all your life... She thought of herself only a year ago, the feeling of being trapped in the secluded haven of a frozen wasteland; at least it was pretty there.

She shook her head enthusiastically, as if banishing her ponderous air by throwing the thoughts from her mind. With a smile and a flash of green, she took another swig before answering his question. "I suppose I'm here to enjoy the atmosphere," she said, the statement striking her as odd, however true, when coupled with the raucous surroundings. "I work here most nights as an entertainer, but today I just wanted out of my apartment."

She grinned. "Awfully nice of you, Baragul."

[Baragul]

"The atmosphere definitely is quite happy" he remarked. Makes you feel at ease. Homely might in fact be the word im looking for. "What do you do here are you a musician a juggler a singer? I love singing well I love listening to people sing im garbage at it". He smiled thinking about why he always chose to come back to sylrias, he decided it must be the single fact that there is always work. He told her that. Smiling again and looking over to Edreina he asked how well they knew each other?
"It's my pleasure to compliment you no need to thank me but I normally wouldnt say these things as you can tell im a little bit tipsy", he says as he lifts his drink and takes another sip finishing it off.
"I often tire of my room as well its not that i dont like it, it just feels more comfortable to be out on the town being in one place doesn't suit me well" He laughed at the irony in the statement as he had lived in Sylrias all his life.
"What else is there to do around here if you have any idea? I never really have been much for partying but recently I find my self much more liberal and less of a workaholic" Laughing he asked her another question "Otherwise what do you do around here?"