[Syliras Location] The Golden Dragon

[Drask]

4th of Summer, 511 AV

As the sun began to sink behind the stone buildings, it became more and more apparent to Drask that he was in dire need of rest. He had spent a majority of his day walking around Syliras talking to commoners and browsing goods, which was more tiring than he had initially expected. What amazed him most was that there was still more to see and do, and that he had merely scratched the surface, tis merely flesh wound to the real experience. He got so excited at the idea of exploring the bustling city that he shivered as he entered the Golden Dragon. He had been directed here by a guard, who were extremely patient with him, despite his infuriatingly poor Common. It was definitely a hindrance to him, especially in a city like Syliras. As he pushed his way past the door he was greeted by a flood of scents that were both strange and exciting to Drask. So much so that he shivered again, yet much more violently. They were so strange and alien, and any scent that was even remotely familiar to him was immediately replaced by an ash-like smell. He cursed his canine sense of smell as he tried to block his nostrils with his hand. However, before he could do so a new scent filled his senses and he immediately felt himself relax, as if someone were using a sleeping spell on him. At first he imagined that this were true, and a sense of panic surged through him. Yet the scent once again wafted past him and he felt his fears melt away. He approached the front desk with a wide smile on his face and a spring in his step. Around him men and women were taking part in very romantic acts, some wearing golden bands that he had been told about by the very same guard who had directed him there. They allegedly marked those who "worked" with individuals in their rooms. Drask was bothered by the constant non-straightforwardness of humans, as he could not interpret what that meant, but he had other things on his mind. Food, for one, and getting a room. "Hello, friend." He said cheerfully. His smile turned into a frown as he attempted to read the price chart on the counter. "I am afraid that I am very bad at writing and reading. I was looking to get food and place to sleep, but what are these Com-pah-nee-own-sheeps? and what is dra... dreh... dream... DreamSmoke?"

[Asara Willow]

Asara half smiled inwardly at being addressed as 'madam'... Whatever that word even meant. She figured it was a compliment, for although the people here were loud, they were somewhat refined in their own ways. The man left before Asara had a chance to respond, and the cloaked Symenestra looked around, noting another human-formed person had joined the raucous room, sitting at the bar.

When Pladryi returned Asara delicately sniffed at the wine. She had never consumed alcohol before, rarely even finding the need to consume water except when thirst became a problem and it was particularly hot. The fruit looked wonderful though, and she mentally made a note to bring some to Zafkil to eat before she found him a stable for the night.

At Pladryi's offer, Asara looked up again, feeling mildly childish as she asked her kind host for another thing.

"If the owner here can give me a job, in any position minus your... Much more flamboyant type, I would gladly take it. I need the mizas, and I'd be fine with doing dishes or serving food." Asara made a brittle smile in the cover of her hood. She did not find Pladryi's profession, other than bringing her food, particularly safe for one of her kind. Someone would break her, and she'd bite them in retaliation.

"I am dreadfully sorry for any inconvenience, Pladryi..."

[Archon]

Drask:

Tyras gave a quizzical look to Drask from behind the counter, and then he gave a little chuckle, "You're not from around these parts, are you sir? You can definitely find food and a place to rest here at the Golden Dragon, and companionship as well," he gestured to several of the nearby people wearing revealing clothing and golden bracelets on their wrists, one of the woman giving a wink and blowing Drask a kiss, "We have quite the collection of talented people here who are able and willing to provide most any comforts you could desire." "As for the Dreamsmoke it is just some relaxing fumes that can sometimes bring about visions," Tyras gave a pleasant smile to Drask, "With the explanations out of the way, which of our fine services will you be enjoying tonight?"

Asara:

Pladryi simply smiled warmly at Asara's words, and he leaned forward in a bow once more as he spoke, "It's no inconvenience Madam Asara. I will go ask Tyras to come speak with you about a job," he lifted his head to gaze into the darkness of Asara's hood, his eyes no longer violet but a deep red with a small band of grey around the outside edge, "I do hope you will consider allowing me to spend some time with you some day though. I hate seeing such an elegant woman being so lonely, and I promise I would be gentle." Without waiting for Asara's response Pladryi stood and walked off, presumably to find the owner of the establishment. After some time Tyras approached the table and smiled warmly at her, "You must be Asara, the one looking for work, right? Tyras Kalvintal, owner of the Golden Dragon, at your service," taking a seat opposite of Asara, the man gave her a slow look over, "Pladryi tells me you want to work here as a maid? I can always use the help, and would be able to pay you seven silver a day for your work. What do you say?"

[Drask]

Dafuq?Sorry about that. I think someone has my login info and is screwing around with me. A little creepy, though, to be honest

A rosy flush came across Drask's face as one of the patrons expressed their interest in him. He returned it with a shy smile and turned back to face Tyras, watching the woman from the corner of his eye. He was rather intrigued by the idea of having a close friend for a single night, "comforting" him as Tyras had said. However his inexperience led him to believe that they were for another purpose, rather than the tasks Tyras had hinted at. Drask was, after all, a virgin. But there was a high chance of that changing while he was in Syliras. "Alright..." he murmured, tapping his chin as he thoroughly studying the menu. "Very well, I will have room for week. I would also like to have dinner, but if it is not too much trouble I would like to eat in room. I am not in mood to eat in public." He continued tapping his chin as he considered whether or not to get anything extra. After a few moments of pondering he decided that he had the appropriate funds to have a little fun while he was here. "And... I will try some of this Dream Smoke. I suppose I would like some company, too, so I'd like to have a companion for the night. he smiled brightly as he fished out the correct amount of change from his pack

[Asara Willow]

Asara almost blushed at the implications behind Pladryi's soft words, although she inclined her head slowly. When he had looked under he hood, trying to see her face, Asara feared for a moment that he'd be able to see her, and she was uneasy with the thought of how he would react.

[u]Look at you. Seeking approval from a human male. [/i]

Asara frowned slightly at that thought and turned her attention to her drink and fruit. She picked up a pear as Pladryi departed, and sunk her fangs into the soft flesh, her corrosive venom immediately getting to work. The juices that sprayed into her mouth at the puncture were sweet, the best taste Asara had encountered so far. As she waited for the owner to approach, Asara turned her attention to the wine. She decided to give it a try, having caught the undertone of a fruity scent mixed with something stronger. After one sip, the heady flavor made Asara shiver. It was a good drink.

Then, quite quickly to the Symenestra's mind, a man sat across from her and introduced himself.

"Hello. I am indeed here to find work. Although, not of the illustrious kind displayed in this room. I would love work as a maid, and that seems like a fair wage..." Asara fell silent slowly, wondering what else to perhaps say. A pressing question came to the front of her mind."Is there any specific form of dress for a maid?"

[Archon]

Drask:

"So long as you don't make a terrible mess in the room, then it's fine," Tyras replied with a soft chuckle, "We can have everything sent up to your room. What kind of company would you like for the night, or would you prefer to wander around and find one among the crowd?" Sweeping up the 25 Gold Mizas and 1 Silver Miza Drask presented Tyras reached behind the desk and presented a key with a tag that showed the number 10, "Your room is number ten, fifth door on the left when you head upstairs. I'll have you food and Dreamsmoke sent up there soon. Is there anything else we can do for you here at the Golden Dragon?"

Asara:

"Well," Tyras gave Asara a critical look over, "Unless you've got a pressing reason to hide your face you might want to lose the cloak. Don't want to give anyone a reason to think you might be a suspicious character after all." Smiling warmly at Asara Tyras stood up and walked around the table to offer her his hand, "If that's all the questions you have then we can get you started as soon as you're done eating if you'd like. Just come find me when you're ready to get started and I'll introduce you to the other maids."

OOCAssuming Asara doesn't have any further questions for Tyras, you're now officially employed at the Golden Dragon! To get paid you'll need to complete at least 3 threads with you doing your job during the season. I'll send the information to Dusk, and she should contact you with your SS thread. Congratulations!

[Drask]

Drask slid the key off the desk and studied it closely before answering. "Hmm... I am not very picky. Someone nice, and pretty. But they don't have to be pretty I guess. Just someone who would be good company. Do you know what I am meaning? Anyways, I will go ahead and settle myself in my room, then, thank you very much sir." he said, bowing his head towards the man, and parting for his room.

oocI guess I should go ahead and post my own thread and wait for her there?

[Asara Willow]

Asara chuckled at his words, but didn't yet feel like removing her hood. She found amusement in Tyras' words and wondered if the other maids would take kindly to her. She took the offered hand and nodded enough so he could see she was actually nodding.

"Yes, of course. Thank you, Tyras. I look forward to being in your employment. And I shall remove this hindrance of a garment as soon as I am done here."

The female then reached for her wine and took another long sip after she released Tyras' hand, the brief contact making her anxious.

[Lucas Arias]

Summer 20, 511 AV Lucas was quite aware that a squire whose big quest was only another year away should not be spending his sparse freetime in a gentleman’s club, but use it to do knightly things, such as rescuing damsels in distress, meditating in the Stone Gardens or slaying evil Zith and Symenestra (such as that Asara girl that had really been quite cute). He was also quite aware that – even though he was an adult by Mizaharian standards – most people would still consider it inappropriate for a seventeen year old to be in such a place where men and women with golden bracelets offered themselves as companions to their visitors. That was why he was here, and that was why it was so much fun. As far as Lucas was concerned, there was no rule that disallowed squires to visit such a club. Having fun, enjoying yourself and giving in to certain temptations was not forbidden, even if some of his colleagues certainly acted that way! A knight didn’t have to act noble and honorable and boring all day long, as long as his heart was in the right place, and the redhead was here to prove that! He had still decided not to wear whatever clothes he wore when he was playing squire to his knight though. Instead he (who looked younger than seventeen due to his impressive height of 5‘6“) was wearing a simple white shirt, dark pants and boots, as if he were just another random citizen of Syliras – a random citizen of Syliras that frequented such establishments quite often. At least he tried to look the part. The boy walked through the club with his head held high and a confident smile on his face, secretly wondering what exactly you were supposed to do in a gentleman’s club, whether he should approach one of those people with the golden bracelets or order a drink, sit down somewhere and watch. Despite his decision to be different from all the other squires, his experience with being different was still somewhat limited.

[Archon]

It was a pleasantly lazy day as Lucas came walking into the Golden Dragon. The glass panels were open to allow a bit of breeze to enter the building, and most of the patrons present were lounging about. A few people turned their attention to the Squire at his arrival, but most turned their gaze away a short time later. One man's gaze lingered on him though. Tyras, owner of the Golden Dragon, watched Lucas for a few moments before standing up and making his way over towards the area. A pleasant smile graced his lips as he approached, but his body language spoke of a faint irritation. "You seem a bit lost boy," Tyras' voice was warm and smooth, one used to making a woman's heart melt, "Or are you here looking for your Father," his smile became a bit of a smirk, "Or even Mother? I could help with that, but you'd still have to wait outside. This is a place for adults, not for fine boys such as yourself."