83rd of Spring, 514 AV
Location: The Distillery
I care not for this place already. Evalin thought as she crossed the entrance to the Dhani tavern. Was it actually a tavern? Evalin was not entirely sure exactly what it was she had stepped into. There were Dhani, human and dhani form, all mingling, all talking, and all drinking. Merriment went on, laughter and jokes, rough voices boasting about this that or the other. It was a hive of drunken splendor and everyone seemed apt to participate.
Indeed. The very air is drenched in alcohol.
Evailn found a table slightly to the left of the entrance and there she placed herself, resting her staff against her chair as she pushed back her hood and looked around at the crowd, What can we hope to obtain by coming here? Surely we wish for information, however, in this place it is more likely the information shall be false or muddled to the point of nonrecognition.
It was with a bit of amusement that Evailn noticed that the Dhani aptly avoided her when they were in search for seats. Some would go so far as to make a large circuit around the tables, and some of the tables and seating near here were abruptly left empty. Faintly Evalin wondered if it was because word who her Master was had somehow been passed on to all present, or they simply did not like her obvious dead complexion. Her eyes that stared with lifeless lackluster, her skin that was pale as death and eyes heavy with bags beneath them. Perhaps they all noticed the odd feeling of 'wrongness' that flowed from her due to her mark of Uldr. Whatever the case it did little to make the nuit less conspicuous.
After a few chimes the glances and stares slowly began to subside, and the slight bubble of restlessness began to fade as more drink was consumed and interest was lost on the undead. It was then that Evalin began to settle back, her eyes sweeping the crowds as she contemplated what exactly she was to do. She could not simply walk up to anyone here and begin to ask questions, none would answer her. So then... How could she turn someone to her aid?
Tapping a finger on the table Evalin began to form an idea, and she smiled as she began to gather clear res into the palm of her hand that was hidden beneath the table. It was just a small amount, just enough to rest in her palm, and this she lowered slowly to the floor. Then she willed it forward, sliding it close to the ground so as not to be noticed, weaving between legs until it reached a group of very loud gentleman who took up the center tables of the bar. Pressing the res against the floor she flicked a finger, and shimmering ice coated a small area no bigger than Evalin's hand. she did not have to wait long until one man, large and red faced, slipped on the eye and fell backwards, smashing into the man behind him who spilled his mug all over his front. One mug flew into the air, cracked another in the skull and as others stood up in surprise chairs overturned, causing others to trip and fall on tables, to ram into other rowdy men filled with drink. One man would stand, shove another who usually had nothing to do at all with the accident, and before Evalin's eyes fists began to fly. More and more began to join in, most seeming just for the fun of a good bar room brawl. Others showed real anger.
Excellent... Now then to let the pawns play the game for us."
Location: The Distillery
I care not for this place already. Evalin thought as she crossed the entrance to the Dhani tavern. Was it actually a tavern? Evalin was not entirely sure exactly what it was she had stepped into. There were Dhani, human and dhani form, all mingling, all talking, and all drinking. Merriment went on, laughter and jokes, rough voices boasting about this that or the other. It was a hive of drunken splendor and everyone seemed apt to participate.
Indeed. The very air is drenched in alcohol.
Evailn found a table slightly to the left of the entrance and there she placed herself, resting her staff against her chair as she pushed back her hood and looked around at the crowd, What can we hope to obtain by coming here? Surely we wish for information, however, in this place it is more likely the information shall be false or muddled to the point of nonrecognition.
It was with a bit of amusement that Evailn noticed that the Dhani aptly avoided her when they were in search for seats. Some would go so far as to make a large circuit around the tables, and some of the tables and seating near here were abruptly left empty. Faintly Evalin wondered if it was because word who her Master was had somehow been passed on to all present, or they simply did not like her obvious dead complexion. Her eyes that stared with lifeless lackluster, her skin that was pale as death and eyes heavy with bags beneath them. Perhaps they all noticed the odd feeling of 'wrongness' that flowed from her due to her mark of Uldr. Whatever the case it did little to make the nuit less conspicuous.
After a few chimes the glances and stares slowly began to subside, and the slight bubble of restlessness began to fade as more drink was consumed and interest was lost on the undead. It was then that Evalin began to settle back, her eyes sweeping the crowds as she contemplated what exactly she was to do. She could not simply walk up to anyone here and begin to ask questions, none would answer her. So then... How could she turn someone to her aid?
Tapping a finger on the table Evalin began to form an idea, and she smiled as she began to gather clear res into the palm of her hand that was hidden beneath the table. It was just a small amount, just enough to rest in her palm, and this she lowered slowly to the floor. Then she willed it forward, sliding it close to the ground so as not to be noticed, weaving between legs until it reached a group of very loud gentleman who took up the center tables of the bar. Pressing the res against the floor she flicked a finger, and shimmering ice coated a small area no bigger than Evalin's hand. she did not have to wait long until one man, large and red faced, slipped on the eye and fell backwards, smashing into the man behind him who spilled his mug all over his front. One mug flew into the air, cracked another in the skull and as others stood up in surprise chairs overturned, causing others to trip and fall on tables, to ram into other rowdy men filled with drink. One man would stand, shove another who usually had nothing to do at all with the accident, and before Evalin's eyes fists began to fly. More and more began to join in, most seeming just for the fun of a good bar room brawl. Others showed real anger.
Excellent... Now then to let the pawns play the game for us."