(pigs foot tavern)Some ale, and maybe a doctor.(Vuil/Mature)

[Ximal]

9th spring 512AV Pigs foot tavern, midday.

Striding into the tavern slowly, the stirring sun just below it's high point on it's way to setting. Pale light frittering though the windows of the tavern as most of it was bathed ina dark shadow, taking a short stroll to the corner seat far outstretched from the main point, of the tavern he crouched slowly into his seat. The tavern was packed with people so he was lucky to find a seat there, all sorts of people were packed into this place most of them foreign or so xi guessed, Xi cared less for them than he did for his own current predicament. Grateful for being able to find a seat in this rabble, he needed a lil break after the hell he'd been through for the past couple days. His joints a still a little sore from all that had happened, pulling his cloaks hood up over his face covering his eyes, and hiding his hair but not his beard whic he'd let grow out to cover the scars on his face. it was at this point, a man loking old as time itself trudged over and flicked a pair of hard, cold eyes much like his own down upon him."what'le it be ?" Xi's eyes glared back up just a lil from underneath the hood of his cloak as he croaked out trying to mask his voice by making it deeper, so as not to be recognized from that alone, but already it was cracked and dry, making him sound at least twenty years older than he was and his look of a tattered old beggar not helping the appearance. "two mugs of ale..." Handing the old man a silver miza he stared back at the table. "keep the change." |Biting the miza to make sure it was real the old man pocketed it and trudged back to the bar, his age showing with the time it took him to move from where xi was to where, the bar was still Xi waited paitently as his arm throbbed and burned where he'd been cut. Just a residual pain, his arm still bandaged with a piece of his cloak he rested it on the table along side his other arm, interlaced his fingers and hunched his head. The golden ring depecting a fearsome and strange beast caught the glint of the sun and shon brightly for a second, until Xi hid it with his other hand. That was something he'd taken as a memento, and he was not going to have it stolen from him, by anyone. Hiding his face again he waited for his drinks.

oocDown 1SM i'll jott it down ina bit.

also sorry for the really crappy opening but theres not a lot to do.

[Vuil]

The smell of ale and sweat filled her nose as the young woman drifted closer to the tavern, realizing that it must be fairly crowded inside. She could hear the noise as it drifted out into the streets, causing her to pause before entering. Normally she avoided large crowds like these, but her throat was dry, and her mouth was craving the taste of ale. With a sigh, she pushed open the door, steeling herself against the overwhelming wave of stimulants that came barrelling over her. Sweat, ale, men... lots of men. Her nose scrunched up, pushing into the throng of people. The small woman slipped deeper into the tavern, green eyes darting around the area to take notice of everyone who was there. Most tables had patrons already sitting together, talking loudly amongst themselves in the midst of downing a pint of booze. She spied a mostly empty table, making a quick walk towards it. She slid into the seat across from her new drinking partner, a smile on her lips. "Hi there~ Mind if I sit with you? Good, cause I wanted you're approval." She had never really intended to let the man voice his opinion on letting her stay. An elderly gentleman came over to their table, setting two mugs down in front of them, before trudging off. A wide smile spread across Vuil's lips. "My, you must have known I was coming~" She cooed, taking one of the mugs, taking a large swig. The warmth flowed down her throat, spreading throughout her body in that way only an alcoholic beverage can.

[Ximal]

Xi deep in thought and still grimacing, over the pain in his arm. Taking his right hand up to stroke his beard gently, slowly thinking about what had happened, the mob, the slavers, everything. Then still lost in thought he, heard a rather, unusually cheery voice, just his luck. Lifting his head he glanced up at the owner of the voice. A short girl, black hair straight enough, and reaching her chin, somewhat of an athletic built, and soft olive green eyes. Lifting his head a llittle higher his own almost midnight blue eyes met hers. "Hi there~ Mind if I sit with you? Good, cause I wanted you're approval." Fantastic one of those types, self serving, and rather controlling, oddly though Xi did not get angry over this, he merely brush his hand over hi injury as th old man trudged his way back to the table and set down, the drinks he had ordered, and left back to the main bar, gripping on of the mugs by the handle wth his right hand letting the semi deep cut on it show lightly, he brought it upto his lips, the cold alcahol slowly running down his throat to a subtle and warm burn which let him know he could relax, if only for a short while. Then he'd noticed sh'd grabbed the other mug. "My, you must have known I was coming~" Watching her drink the ifrst thought through his mind was. Well there goes four cm. But he wasn't really a stingy one a far s money was concerned never being able to have it makes you a little looser with it. Flicking his eyes over here once again, he cracked his mouth a lil and spoke. " Who are you." All that he could say, hid cloaks hood still covering the majority of his black hair and the shadow most of hs face but his eyes would hav ebeen easily visible, and oddly for a time, at peace. Resting his left arm on the table he let out a light grunt ad he placed it down. Damn that cut hurts a lot more than i thought it would. Still Xi wouldn't give his name he was granted after all he hated that name, instead he would use the word Liro meaning circle.

Looking back up at her again she wasn't hard on the eyes, comparative to most of the two copper, whores around sunberth, which meant she might have been a more wealthy, or just a well off person. Which also meant she could have a stick up her backside that would possibly grate on him, though who was he to predetermine and prejudge. Forgetting the complications of his current predicament, he watched her and asked. "Why sit with me there's a few other empty seats. Not like i mind though it's nice to have some company once in a while."His joints aching slightly, he shifted in his seat, opening and closeing his hand had become something of a ritual for him. So thats what he did with his left hand, out of sight.

[Vuil]

Vuil felt a small bit of relief run through her when the man didn't show any signs of anger at having his drink stolen. Thankfully she had chosen a level headed drinking partner. That, or he liked women. Either way, free ale was free ale. She set the mug down, running her tongue over her lips, fixing her eyes on the shady man before her. "My name's Vuil." She answered. Vuil made a bridge with her hands, resting her chin on top. "And may I know the name of my drinking partner? Or can I make one up for you?" Her eyes narrowed slightly as she tried to make out any distinctive features on the man's face. It was hard, as he kept his hood up, and any bits of his face she could see was covered by hair. She'd likely not be able to recognize him again if they were to meet outside of the tavern. The man's question of her reasons made her pause a moment, sitting back in thought. "Well, you're one of the few people here who seems to have come in alone. I'd rather speak with just one person, rather than an entire group." She answered, bringing her mug up to her lips again. Ale never tasted as good as the first drink, but hey, she stole it, she might as well finish it. The mug was placed down on the table, shivering slightly. "Also, you seem like one of the few people I can steal a drink from and not care."

[Ximal]

Leering at her through the darkness of his hood he sighed and swallowed another drink from the mug, resting his arm on the table, whilst still suspending the mug in the air with his other hand, Setting it down slowly he peeled his hood back a lil to let his eyes see more clearly. "Call me Liro."Still leering at her from the darkness of his hood he sighed slightly as he grunted again flexing his fingers of his left arm. That cut had taken it's toll and he''s rather not be fighting with one arm at seventy percent and one at less than forty. " I let the drink slide because I'd rather not start a ruckus, and it was only four coppers." Still the ale tasted like pig swill after the forth sip, warm ale was never good, at least not as good as cold ale.

Groaning with a each large movement it was clear these last couple days of running were beginning to take their toll further than the cuts put together. Fantastic a thief, normally i'd scare em off but right now a child could beat me. Smiling from beneath the hood he was gonna try to persuade her, subtly. "vuil i'll make you a deal since right now i feel like hell, if i give you another silver will you head to the bar and get another pair of drinks ? Tell the bar keep to well keep the change." Putting the silver miza on the table he coughed and finished his mug. Five, gulps and it tasted like warm duck piss. He's make sure to finish his next mug in three gulps, to save on the after taste of disgust. taking the time to lean back his bandages left arm lying on the table, and his right hand brushed down his beard, slowly as a bolt of light cut through the darkness of his hood and shone straight on his eyes. He didn't mind her, 'twas nice to finally speak to someone, who wasnt hunting him after the stunt at the docks. Inwardly cursing his uncontrollable , damnable temper he sighed and smiled lightly saying. another drink or you can steak a silver not much of a prize for a thief, and hey a drink always tastes better when somebody else is buying.

[Vuil]

"Liro. Hm, what a boring name." She answered, giving the leering man a wry grin. My she was being catty towards this man. Maybe she should feel bad about it, but there was something about the man that threw her off. He was different then the usual rabble that littered the Sunberthian taverns. She could judge the character of people in the city fairly easily, seeing as most everyone had either sex, money or murder on their mind. Vuil gave a derisive sniff at Liro's reasoning. "So you let me take your ale because you're too lazy to make the effort to stop me?" She was just trying to get a rise out of him, trying to get a feel for the hooded stranger and how he would react to her teasing. Would he become violent, like so many in Sunberth? Or would he be good natured and return the teasing? An eyebrow rose as the man asked her to go buy two more drinks, passing her a silver coin to pay with. Vuil reached forward, taking the coin between her thin fingers. "What gave you the impression that I'm a thief?" She asked, feeling slightly insulted that Liro thought she would stoop so low. "Free ale just tastes better." The woman stood up from the table, spinning on her heel towards the bar, slipping past the other tables with all the grace of a cat. She gave the man at the bar a feral smile, placing the coin down on the counter. "Two mugs of ale." The man gave a grunt, turning to pour her the requested ale, setting the two mugs in front of her and taking the coin as he turned away. Taking hold of the mugs, Vuil turned and made her way back to the table where Liro was sitting, swerving around people to make sure she didn't spill any of the golden liquid. The mugs were placed on the table, the woman taking her seat across from the man once again. "There you are, one more for you, and another for me~" She grinned, bringing the mug to her lips again.

[Ximal]

Xi watched her having feeling bad at giving her a false name but lifting his hood slightly and watching her he saw her figure. Just fantastic a female thief. And a very well defined one at that. Now it just suddently clicked why she sounded and looked so feminine, three days of solid running and little sleep really dose a number on ones ability to think. Now hiding his face more as he started his routine around pretty women, His throat tightened, his face flushed and his mind started to trip over it'self with the ale really not helping his state of mind, though under his hood he wondered if she could tell if he stole glances at her chest ? "Y-yeah but a-ale bought for you t-t-tastes even better." His hands usually deft through training how felt loose and wobbly through both being embarrassed and help of the ale, clasping the alcohol lightly he brought it up and took a long drink, sucking it down to try and moisten and loosen his throat, if not his mindset. He couldnt think clearly and his mind was beign further clouded. "W-well i'm glad a pretty creature like you chose to sit with me none the less. An-and as fas as the ale goes, ales cheap the co-company of people such a-a-as your self is not. I think a mug of ale is a fair exchange for words with a woman of your c-calibur." Still being lightly inebriated had lightened his normal embarrassed state but he was still sure he was a brighter red than the nose of drunkard after thirteen mugs.

Wondering did him nothing but the here and now as a very pretty lady was talking to him, voluntarily. Xi's mind began to spin asd from the darkenss of his hood his gaze drifted lower than her face, and he felt himsel staring only then did he rip his eyes away. This was one of his greater character flaws, the fact he could never hold a stable conversation with a pretty woman.

[Vuil]

Vuil raised a brow in amusement at the sudden change in the man's behaviour. When she had first spoken to him, he had seemed distrustful and distant, suspicious of her and those around him. Happy to keep to himself. Now he seemed much more open, maybe even a little bashful, if his stutter was anything to go by. They that might have been because he was distracted. She wasn't blind to his eyes lowering away from her face. Vuil finished her mug of ale, setting the empty mug on the table and crossing her arms, effectively blocking his view. She had sat with him for the company. It'd be nice if he could keep his attention up on her face. Besides, she was starting to enjoy the flattery. "Well, that's very sweet of you to say, Liro." She gushed, giving the man across from her a bright smile. It was a rare find to come across a man like this in Sunberth.

[Ximal]

Xi felt sleepy and not in control the previous few days of being in a permanently guarded state had weakened his resolve. He could feel hi's dark side creeping forth. But he was unable to stop it, Lust and sleep over came him as he faded into the blackness of sleep only to be replaced by his dark side.As he felt himself falling he heard his dark side speak to him for the first time. Liro eh? Nice name mind if i use it? No well of course not right now your powerless to stop me. Nehahaha. Suddenly xi's body snapped up and into attention under liros control. I'm going to like this. Looking across the table he saw the woman, he was talking too, lith of body, and soft of face. Lets have some fun with this one shall we ? Pulling his hood back, from his face he took his gaze, straight to her eyes. His now glowering with fire of both passion and lust. He was free, this lust was not for anyone but for being free. Laying on sly smile, he looked at her. With eyes of sheer fire, Like black flame licking against, the whites of his eyes. He spoke just as softy but with more control. His hands stopped quivering as he downed the last of the ale. Refocusing his eyes he spoke slowly, inviting, alluring.

"A lady of your calibur, should not be her amongst theis common rabble of vulgar people. Perhaps it might be more adequate if we were to ajourn to some where more quiet and private to talk ? I can barely hear myself think over this rabble." Looking straight into her eyes. Olive green, how delicious. His first taste of freedom and the moron that was his lighter side had already opened the flood gates for him to have fun. A wry but not repulsive smile flipped onto his face lightly, as he sized her up. Perfect. Raiding Xi's information stores was easy, as they were shared within milliseconds, he had her name. Vuil. "So vuil, what do you say. shall we go some where more quiet to talk or would you prefer to sit in a place where you can hardly hear yourself think above the crowd?" Slowly, slowly catchy monkey. Persuasion, gods he loved this art. So delicate, yet such power. Words can lay the greatest traps, and condemn the most noble of men.

[Vuil]

Vuil jumped slightly as Liro snapped to attention, as if breaking out of a deep sleep by a sudden noise. Her eyes narrowed slightly, searching his face for an answer to the change in posture. He seemed much more relaxed in his behaviour, any trace of shyness he had had before gone. He was changing faster than she could keep up with. She wished she hadn't finished her drink, needing something to do with her hands. The way he was staring at her put her on edge. The request to go somewhere quiet, private, came as a bit of a shock, her lips pressed together in a line. She was apprehensive about this, but there was something very intriguing about the way he spoke. Something that her head screamed at her was dangerous, but her femininity found increasingly attractive. The corner of her lips curled in the hint of a smile, her curiosity of this man getting the better of her. "You know, I think you're right. Let's find someplace quieter."