35th of Fall, 514 AV The cool, somber atmosphere at the Withering Rose was a far cry from the rambunctious common room in the Wolf's Cave. Rey found it surprisingly soothing, especially after the brawl that had broken out in the Cave the night before. Ordering a beef dish, something he hadn't had since leaving Ahnatep, he settled down at the bar to wait. Looking around, he saw that most of the patrons were sitting at the tables, and that each table was adorned with a rose. He'd been warned about the roses, and the meaning they held. He'd also been told that, more unofficially, sitting alone at a table with a white rose was an invitation to make friends, which was why he was staying at the bar instead. Around him, he could see a fair number of white and red roses, and only a few black ones, scattered around the room. There was even one near the bar, he noted. It could have just been his imagination, but he could have sworn the employees made a point of passing by, or being near the black rose tables a little more than with the others. It made sense. If there were tables specifically marked for angry conversations, it was only sensible to make sure that it didn't escalate into violence. Turning back to the bar, he found the bartender looking at him questioningly. "One glass of wine, please." Rey told her. "Red, if possible." The woman nodded, and turned to choose a bottle from the rack. A plate was slid in front of him, and the smell of beef filled his nostrils. A glass was set down next to it as well, and he nodded in thanks to the bartender before digging in. The food was, to his surprise and delight, not overcooked, as most human dishes were, and seasoned lightly, which was a relief to his sensitive tongue. As he ate, he listened to the sounds around him, trying to pick out individual conversations. Everyone was rather quiet, and the voices all blended together into a low murmur. Focusing intently as he chewed, he began to tease out individual voices. He started with an easy one. There was a male, fairly close to Rey, with a low, nasally voice, and it was fairly easy to make out what he was saying. "...a very successful caravan, you might be interested to know. We went all around Sylira, braving the woods and bandits. I was the head guard, of course. The best of the lot." Rey snickered softly. He turned slightly, expecting to see a man trying to impress his date. Instead, he found a boy, barely eighteen, sitting at a white rose table, with a very unimpressed looking sailor before him. "... bring me onto your ship as a guard, and I can guarantee you no pirates would dare to attack you!" Ah, that explained it. Well, the boy was most likely out of luck then. Tuning him out, Rey focused on another voice. It was getting easier to pick them out now, now that his ears had adjusted. This voice was a female, talking about some actor or another being injured. A second voice, also a female, chimed in in agreement. Two old friends,from the sound of it. A white rose table, without a doubt. A quick glance confirmed that. Lazily, Rey took a sip of his wine. This was going to be interesting. |