PM to join [Rearing Stallion] A Proper Meet and Greet (Victor, Ronin)

[Ferrin Al'Mandrikan]

Timestamp: Winter 515AV Day 12 of 92

Afternoon:

It was definitely a cool briskly winter afternoon. And Ferrin decided that he should spend another day at the Rearing Stallion. Usual it tends to be less crowded throughout the mornings/afternoon. At dusk is when things get busy and loud-like. The hunter was eager to have lunch. The chefs cooking is spontaneously magnificent. Possibly, one of the best in the Sylira region. The streets were busy as usual. And Ferrin had had grown accustomed to it. Weathered down cobblestones was a substance for the streets that run throughout the districts of Syliras and the city of Syliras itself.

Most of the city was usually constructed with stones of certain types. It must have had taken ages to have built this curry after the Valterrian. Ferrin was impressed by the stonework of the Fortress City of Peace. It was truly something. Although, the city seemed of a work of art, Ferrin felt that the set up of the city was rushed. It felt a bit cluttered to Ferrin in a way. Not to be offensive or anything. It just seemed like a last minute thing. Ferrin wondered how the people of Syliras. Managed, building the city. It probably took a lot of sweat equity into it.

No pain, no gain. Right? The walk had seemingly been a few chimes ticked. The Rearing Stallion wasn't a long distance from the Traveler's Row. Ferrin eventually reached the building, and was greeted with a sign painted red and white with stripes alternating the two colors going vertical. There was also a horse painted behind the stripes as well.

Ferrin pushed open the wooden door. The tavern was calm, currently speaking. Only a few people out here having lunch. One side of the building was a dias, built for the dancers and or the musicians. Another side was a fireplace, large enough to warm up two to three buildings at least. It blazed happily as it stood there in place. A bar spread across one side of the building. It separated the kitchen from the tables and chairs.

The bartender that had stood behind the counter. Waved to Ferrin. Ferrin waved back after he had noticed him waving. He strolled to the counter closing the door behind him, be didn't want to leave out open. The hunter sat on one of the open stools in front of the counter. A couple of people sat on the counter with their backs turned to the door. Ferrin hadn't recognized them of yet.

"Aye, Ferrin. What d'ya want for lunch? Eh." Ferrin nodded. And said. "Well, your meal for the day? And maybe a glass of wine as well? Please, Thanks." Ferrin said. He added the please and thanks of a sort of a afterthought. But the bartender simply nodded and smiled. "Sure, that adds up to one Gold Miza. And five Silver Mizas." Ferrin took out the coins and handed them to the bartender. The bartender took them and headed out for the kitchen. Perhaps to give the chef the order.

Ferrin waited, and suspected that he felt that he should meet someone or some people here. It was a strange feeling, but he hoped it wasn't a bad feeling. Fortunately.

[Victor Marivaldi]

Victor hadn't spent much time within the city walls but since he had been inside the locals were extremely wary of him and tended to avoid him. He was sure that if the knights weren't so prevalent in the city he would have gotten into a fight rather quickly. Victor had despised most humans just as much as they despised him but one had recently saved his life and that is not something Victor easily forgets. He looked down at a small piece of paper in his hands that a knight at the gate had handed to him. It was from Ferrin. It had told him to meet him at the rearing stallion the night of the attack but Victor wasn't able to make it that night. Strolling down the streets ignoring the looks he received from everyone he passed, he headed towards the warmth of the tavern.

The door swung open with the warm air from the hearth hitting his face. It had been quite awhile since Victor had gotten out of the cold, having living in the wilds for the weeks leading up to Winter. Stepping into the tavern Victor scanned the large room. It was a rather quiet lunch time. Relieved by the lack of patrons Victor looked towards the bar seeing a familiar face. Victor approached the bar and took a seat next to the man placing 10 gold mizas on the bar in a neatly stacked pile. and placed a hand on the mans shoulder "Ah Ferrin i was hoping to run into you here, I believe i owe you a drink for saving us from those wolves. How does a bottle of wine sound?"

[Ferrin Al'Mandrikan]

The Kenashian sipped the remaining red liquid that had once filled the glass cup. Ferrin tilted his head slightly as he had just heard the tavern door swing open. It thudded against the wooden fracture of the structure. The sharp thud pierced through the man's ears. Ferrin found himself soon greeted by a man that had been familiar to him. Victor.Was the name. And Ferrin remembered the encounter. The night where he had helped fend off the wolves that had attacked Ronin.

Ferrin greeted Victor with a warm hearted smile and was surprised that he would have had actually shown up at a place like this. The Rearing Stallion. It was definitely an interesting location to choose. And Ferrin was... Concerned? Would that be the perfect word to have had chosen? The Symenestrian placed a couple of Mizas on the wooden counter. The bartender smiled at the Mizas as Victor neatly placed them in a pile. In fact, a bottle of wine sounds good to Ferrin. He wouldn't mind to take a few cups worth.

The Kenashian smiled at Victor once more at the Symenestrian man. As the bartender generously grabbed the ten golden rimmed mizas. Ferrin nodded to the bartender as Victor had taken a seat next to the Kenashian. Ferrin was a little uneasy near the Symenestrian."Aye, good seeing you here Victor. So you have gotten my message. I was unsure for a few Bells, if you would actually come and talk." Ferrin smiled once at Victor and swiveled his head towards the bartender who had just placed the bowl of soup the Kenashian had ordered and the other bottle that the Symenestrian had payed for.

"That, oh. That was a lucky shot. So what brings you to Syliras my friend?"

[Victor Marivaldi]

Victor eagerly took the bottle of wine from the bartender after he had taken his money and proceeded to fill up 2 glasses for him and Ferrin. This was the first time Victor had really come into the capital. He was tapping his long nails along the bar nervously looking around. A few of the patrons and been staring at him since he walked in and had been giving him some dirty looks. He swished his glass of wine round a bit smelling it before he took a sip. He had, had better wines back home but this was nothing to complain about.

"Yes, I'm sorry for the late reply. I tend to only come into the city for business and don't usually stay for long" Victor was slightly confused as to why Ferrin was speaking of bells but he decided not to mention it. It was probably some common tongue expression he had not come across. From what he could tell Ferrin appeared to be un-phased by the fact he was a Symenestra, perhaps he does not know of our people Victor thought to himself. Perhaps it would be best if he didn't bring it to light.

"Well that lucky shot saved us out there, i could not have managed that myself" Victor owed him a debt and that was not something that he forgets easily. Victor was unsure how to answer his question about being in Syliras, he could hardly go spouting about his true reasons for leaving Kalinor. "ah me? it seems im to spend the winter here. Id prefer not to travel in this weather. As for the moment I've taken up work as a local hunter to see me through" Trying to avoid the question entirely Victor gestured to Ferrin with his hand. "And you, what brings you to Syliras?"

[Ferrin Al'Mandrikan]

Ferrin, sipped his wine as it was freshly poured from the hands of the bartender to the cleansed cup. The Kenashian had a slight hint of curiosity within him. Victor only came in for business? What sort of business? Where did this Symenestrian come from? Ferrin glances over at a table filled by patrons and Knights. They glanced back at him, perhaps wondering if Ferrin was compromising with Victor.

Ferrin was interested in this information. It seemed that it was one of Ferrin's flaws. Finding out a lot if things about another person. Perhaps, asking about the business ideals wouldn't quite be the best thing to ask of. Symenestrians. The race, would be something perhaps? Only if Victor wouldn't feel uncomfortable to answer some of his questions. Even though, a tavern filled with Knights, Squires, and Patrons, possibly wouldn't be the best place for a conversation that carried topics such as Symenestrians.

The Kenashian alternated between his soup and his glass of wine. Victor sipped his as well."Oh, no need to apologize my friend. As long as you made it. I'm fine. I'm interested, please tell me, what kind of business do you follow through with?"The inquiry intended to be polite, but concerned. He didn't want to start off on any wrong path, but this question had Ferrin wanting to ask about it. One could claim that this seems nosy, but Ferrin was just getting some concept of this character.

Ferrin blushed a little as Victor exclaimed of the "lucky shot" that Ferrin had."Er, ah thank you. I guess it was alright."Ferrin went back to sipping his wine. Though it was nearly out."So your staying for the winter eh? And your taking up the responsibility to be a hunter. It could be a hard job. Especially with those wolves roaming around outside the city like a few nights ago. Mind you, may I fill up my empty glass of wine."Ferrin swirled the last few sips with the twist of his hand putting the cup I'm a stage of circulation. He sipped the last few drops as the liquid settled. Two cups of wine he had so far. Two.

Ferrin waited for a response from the man as he had also went back to eating his soup he would stop only to hear the man speak as it was disrespectful to not express eye contact with another person. Be it, if they were another race than human. It was still a sign of respect. One thing, that the Kenashian had brought from home for sure, was his manners. Ferrin was glad that he had his mother to teach them. If it weren't for her, Ferrin would most likely end up in some other situation than of this.