A Little Syliran Hospitality
Summer 38th 514 AV, 13th Bell
Location: The Rearing Stallion
Of all the places Ricky thought he would've found himself he honestly didn't know what to expect when he came across this one, the sign that hung over the entrance was not but of a horse on a red board with a simple slap of 'tavern' underneath. How quaint. If Sylirans were good at one thing it was being inventive with their signs. Oh well. Guess Oi better see what de fuss is all 'bout den. He sighed with a distant stare, unsure of what to expect when he would enter the building itself. He was surprised to find that the place wasn't as full as most taverns and pubs tend to be, but given the fact that most activity happened when night fell, it wasn't a surprise the place seemed spacious upon his arrival within the place. He had to admit it was actually quite a nice place, given the fact he only real bar he enjoyed drinking at was the Kelp Bar back in Zeltiva. Oi wonder if dey 'ave any o' dat stuff. Oh he would give anything to swallow the taste of that putrid stench, for reasons unknown he really just wanted to indulge in a glorious mug of Kelp Beer just for once.
Upon his approach to the bar he decided it was worth a shot to see what it was they offered, there were after all far better beverages with much better taste than what he was used to. "Hi there can I help you with anything?" A small petite woman with brown hair leaned over the bar with a smile cast towards him, he returned her greeting with a wide grin just before he asked.
"Yea uh, yew 'appen t' 'ave any Kelp Beer 'ere?"
"Kelp Beer?" Her eyebrows rose as though she never even knew the drink existed. "We don't have anything like that here, just ale and beer sweetie."
"Roi..." Ricky stroked his chin in contemplation at what he would like to try, oblivious to the fact the girl had already made a couple of social advances towards him. Not that he would've paid mind to begin with. There was a reason after all that he had a Cheva Mark under his left ear, and he didn't intend ruin any chances of the marriage he had with his only beloved. "Got any sweet flavored ale t'en?"
"Sure, coming right up." She turned off and went to fetch a couple of mugs for Ricky, while he took a seat at a table not too far from the bar so she would know where he settled down at. He waited and wondered how long it would take before that beloved of his would show, because she too was suppose to come along and meet him here, though she had to head elsewhere first and dress in something a little less hot compared to the clothes she'd traveled with. He couldn't blame her, they did after all pretty much no other clothing to wear since they were here. Before he knew it too mugs were placed on the table in front of him, a sudden but small jump happened as he looked up to the barmaid that had brought them over. "Just holler if you need anything else." She offered with a smile on her face, Ricky returned a soft but awkward smile back to her and said "T'anks" with a nod before she went back to work.
"Boy was dat nerve wreckin." He mused with his attention then brought down to the mugs, there was a chuckle that followed as he grasped the first one closest with his left hand. Upon taking a large swig his eyebrows rose as he found himself already in a chug, the sweet flavor of a honey like beverage something he hadn't expected to enjoy so rapidly. When the mug was almost a bit above half full he managed to pull it away, his initial surprise at how wickedly good the taste was likely the most noticeable thing any who paid attention could see. "Wow! Dis shyke tastes pretty damn good." He murmured to himself then as he sloshed the golden liquid around within the mug, he had to wait for Telion now and seeing as how he had his first mug of ale he could be patient, this was after all a night for them to take a load off together while they prepared for the return trip home.
To any sort of individual that might've thought he stood out they would see the large bear like fisherman with the same clothing he had always wore, the damn near destroyed white vest that showed some of his torso as well as the tattoos that were on his shoulders, and then of course the really torn up green linen trousers that were almost just as bad as the vest itself.
Summer 38th 514 AV, 13th Bell
Location: The Rearing Stallion
Of all the places Ricky thought he would've found himself he honestly didn't know what to expect when he came across this one, the sign that hung over the entrance was not but of a horse on a red board with a simple slap of 'tavern' underneath. How quaint. If Sylirans were good at one thing it was being inventive with their signs. Oh well. Guess Oi better see what de fuss is all 'bout den. He sighed with a distant stare, unsure of what to expect when he would enter the building itself. He was surprised to find that the place wasn't as full as most taverns and pubs tend to be, but given the fact that most activity happened when night fell, it wasn't a surprise the place seemed spacious upon his arrival within the place. He had to admit it was actually quite a nice place, given the fact he only real bar he enjoyed drinking at was the Kelp Bar back in Zeltiva. Oi wonder if dey 'ave any o' dat stuff. Oh he would give anything to swallow the taste of that putrid stench, for reasons unknown he really just wanted to indulge in a glorious mug of Kelp Beer just for once.
Upon his approach to the bar he decided it was worth a shot to see what it was they offered, there were after all far better beverages with much better taste than what he was used to. "Hi there can I help you with anything?" A small petite woman with brown hair leaned over the bar with a smile cast towards him, he returned her greeting with a wide grin just before he asked.
"Yea uh, yew 'appen t' 'ave any Kelp Beer 'ere?"
"Kelp Beer?" Her eyebrows rose as though she never even knew the drink existed. "We don't have anything like that here, just ale and beer sweetie."
"Roi..." Ricky stroked his chin in contemplation at what he would like to try, oblivious to the fact the girl had already made a couple of social advances towards him. Not that he would've paid mind to begin with. There was a reason after all that he had a Cheva Mark under his left ear, and he didn't intend ruin any chances of the marriage he had with his only beloved. "Got any sweet flavored ale t'en?"
"Sure, coming right up." She turned off and went to fetch a couple of mugs for Ricky, while he took a seat at a table not too far from the bar so she would know where he settled down at. He waited and wondered how long it would take before that beloved of his would show, because she too was suppose to come along and meet him here, though she had to head elsewhere first and dress in something a little less hot compared to the clothes she'd traveled with. He couldn't blame her, they did after all pretty much no other clothing to wear since they were here. Before he knew it too mugs were placed on the table in front of him, a sudden but small jump happened as he looked up to the barmaid that had brought them over. "Just holler if you need anything else." She offered with a smile on her face, Ricky returned a soft but awkward smile back to her and said "T'anks" with a nod before she went back to work.
"Boy was dat nerve wreckin." He mused with his attention then brought down to the mugs, there was a chuckle that followed as he grasped the first one closest with his left hand. Upon taking a large swig his eyebrows rose as he found himself already in a chug, the sweet flavor of a honey like beverage something he hadn't expected to enjoy so rapidly. When the mug was almost a bit above half full he managed to pull it away, his initial surprise at how wickedly good the taste was likely the most noticeable thing any who paid attention could see. "Wow! Dis shyke tastes pretty damn good." He murmured to himself then as he sloshed the golden liquid around within the mug, he had to wait for Telion now and seeing as how he had his first mug of ale he could be patient, this was after all a night for them to take a load off together while they prepared for the return trip home.
To any sort of individual that might've thought he stood out they would see the large bear like fisherman with the same clothing he had always wore, the damn near destroyed white vest that showed some of his torso as well as the tattoos that were on his shoulders, and then of course the really torn up green linen trousers that were almost just as bad as the vest itself.