Completed [Spinning Coin] Pious Need Not Apply {Maduro}

[Hadyn Skellig]

65th of Spring, 513 21st Bell Finishing a final swig of the piss-poor ale, Hadyn Skellig turned to face the riotous pit that was the Spinning Coin. Brushing loose strands behind one ear, the woman let slip a sigh as the dark braid fell from her shoulder to hang down her back. The cacophony of shouts, hollers, laughs and clanking of mugs and Miza alike was expected in an establishment as seedy as the Coin. Smoking, flirting, gambling and drinking predominated the place tonight, though the woman was indulging in only the latter of the vices for the time being. She didn't particularly enjoy betting but the crowd here was always amusing if not a touch dangerous. Besides, her very own friend Yorick was quickly gaining Mizas at dice, his inebriated redheaded form barely visible in the sea of patrons. For her part the woman was there to make sure he made it home alive. Leaning her elbows against the rough surface, her back to the bar, the brunette surveyed the bedlam, a smile on her lips. It took a certain type of character to suffer the pandemonium of the Spinning Coin, what with its depraved rowdy patrons and penchant for brawls. The blacksmith in fact preferred the Rearing Stallion as her haunt but she was well suited for the debauchery of the pit. Dressed for work she was fairly inconspicuous in dark britches, a loose grey blouse and black cinched vest. Well, compared to the wantonly parading tarts prancing around nearby, she looked fairly boring if not overly dressed. All the better to keep an eye on Yorick. The woman took a drag from the gasper held loosely between two finger, smoke curling from her lips. She wasn't overly fond of smoking but the tobacco had been given freely by one Thackery Rhinegold, who now lay in a puddle of his own saliva near the entrance, passed out from excess of corruption. She really only smoked one or twice a season but the Coin seemed the appropriate place for such lecherous behaviors. Finishing the final pull, she pressed the end of the hand rolled cigarette into the clay bowl afforded to her by the barman. Now with neither a drink nor a smoke she stood watching, brown eyes hazy with satisfaction.

[Maduro Salvitary]

Maduro found himself in a new world it was hard to describe in a land of rules and laws and persnickety nobles he found himself at the very bottom once again. Despite the noise and rowdy nature of the place there were always burly men drenched in iron and steel ready to haul of the perpetrator or disruptor of the peace. It was wild but to Maduro it seemed tame. Something's pulled at him perhaps a longing for home.

Maduro was dressed in a casual fashion, a dress shirt that was clean and a pair of black pants with some leather shoes. It was casual but the highlight wasn't the garment to his preference in attire was simplistic. The idea was to draw attention to his face and body his good looks and body language did the talking for him not his cloths.

No jewelery the only thing he wore was a special Exotic Cologne, made from all kinds of aphrodisiacs. It was a fragrance that highlighted powerful floral notes that blended into a spicey musk. Sometimes not always it could drive a persons wild, it could be alluring but depended on the person.


He carried an heir of nobility but vaguely, like a shadow of his former self. He had bad habits and was a habitual offender that forced his fathers hand in cutting him from his hard earned legacy. Maduro was just another commoner now, forced to wander the world hungry for carnal pleasures that never satisfied his ravenous appetite.

Of course for him a tart would not do, he had grown fond of the chase. Easy women were easy, where was the self gratification in being with a woman that had been everyone. He wanted to conquer he craved it, it was a thirst.

He found what he was looking for, there was a woman well dressed perhaps overly but something about the way she carried herself excited him. A woman that could reject him, he was eager to start but had to relax a bit and work his way into it.

He approached Hadyn and sat next to her at the bar and ordered an ale, when he had his drink he sort of hunched over it a bit like he was deep in thought. There was a level of truth to this, as slowly the atmospheres noise began to drown out and what was a calamity became a virtual silence. He delved into his Auristics, it was a long drawn out process but as he focused on the woman her aura began to unveil itself as he undressed her not with his eyes but with this supernatural sense.

He took the briefest moment to glance at her, and around and over her like he was waiting for someone, before returning to his mug. Her aura indicated she was healthy, and what he could make out of her form was enticing but there was something about her emotions he couldn't dig into. There were layers upon layers of information that he wanted to delve into, but he did not have the time or skill to do it. He was lucky to get what he got out of it.

Of course when he snapped out of focus he took a sip of his ale and let himself regain his bearings.

Mug in hand he turned around to face Hadyn and this time he smiled, and raised his mug.

Evening you look like your running on empty, mind if I buy you a drink? You seem to be the only woman with some class in here, I can't believe the knights let prostitution run rampant in the streets

He bobbed his head at a few half dressed tarts

[Hadyn Skellig]

Hadyn barely registered the man taking a seat near her. There were so many people in the establishment it would be foolish to focus on a single one. But her peripheral vision caught him, though little thought was given. She was here with a purpose and it didn't involve flirting with the local fop. But the fellow turned his attention to her, addressing her in way that indicated she ought to respond. Turning her head to look at him, the woman offered a noncommittal smile. "A kind gesture," she replied over the din, tilting her face to observe him. "Considerin', however, I may be the only woman here with class I think I'll pass on the generous offer. For now, at least." Hadyn smiled slyly at him before standing straight and turning to face the bar. Resting her forearms on the wood, she caught the overworked bartender's eye with the wave of her fingers. He hurried over, empty mugs in his hands, eyebrows raised impatiently. "Whiskey," she informed him loudly, tossing a piece into a mug he held. He frowned with displeasure but nodded before leaving. Returning her attention to her companion, the brunette surveyed him coolly, her chin resting in one hand. First impressions gave her little - an attractive man some years her junior with wit enough to attempt to charm her. It was a good start as far as she was concerned. "I imagine prostitution along with the gamblin' and other foul deeds keep this city afloat in t'worst of times," Hadyn commented congenially, turning to catch him in her gaze. "We can't all live like saints."

[Maduro Salvitary]

Maduro tipped his ale and drank as she spoke.
He wanted to hide his smile at her quick retort, her thank you but no thank you maybe later approach drew him in.

She seemed well guarded, her walls were up but she was feeling him out.

He kept a real relaxed composure about himself, but when she ordered a whiskey he clung to his beer. Behind blue eyes he wondered how many drinks she had, he himself was on his first drink of the night. He would drink but he wouldn't slam it down, his strategy for now would be to let her knock them back as hard as she wanted and see if she loosened up a bit. Maduro did not want to get wasted and loose his wit if and when a golden opportunity presents itself, that little would've could've should've pops up only when you least expect it. It was a technique she might not notice he would keep pace but actually be a few drinks behind, or for every two shots she downed he would finish an ale.

The woman carried a steely reserve, how she spoke what she said this woman was formidable. Maduro felt like he was on his toes as she appraised his value.

No we can't now can we, it's nice to have a little fun every now and again. I do like to gamble though, taking blind chances is a thrill.

He took another drink of his ale

I'm wonderin what kind of thrills interest you? What are your passions?

[Hadyn Skellig]

In the time it took the man to speak the irritable barman brought Hadyn her drink, indifferent as he set it down none too gently, amber liquid sloshing over the side. The woman didn't appear to mind either, picking the chipped glass up and raising it quickly toward her friend before taking a mild sip. It wasn't the best, but then, this place wasn't exactly known for its grog. Swallowing the burn, Hadyn flicked the tip of her tongue across her top lip to remove excess booze before returning her attention to the man. Dark eyebrows rose at his question as she set the glass down, her fingers remaining loosely around the vessel. "You're lookin' at the night's present passion," she answered with a nod to the drink and a slight smile. The woman's tone was nonchalant, not quite aloof but detached enough that she could depart the bar without concern. Casting a glance and a single raised eyebrow his way the brunette watched him evenly. "Though I'm curious why you're askin' a woman in the most depraved joint in this city what thrills her. Is not the company evidence enough?" Hadyn indicated with a pitch of her gaze to their compatriots, bellowing and chortling around them. A grin curved the edges of her lips as she took another drink, this time rolling the liquid along her tongue before swallowing. Returning her brown eyes to the handsome stranger the blacksmith put the glass down again. She didn't mind that he was nursing the ale and considering her question was not rhetorical she proceeded to speak again, noting his earlier comment with a cant of her head. "If you're to take a stab at gamblin', best mind the redheaded oaf," she warned, turning her body so she could look over her shoulder. When she identified the other blacksmith, she tossed a hand his direction so her companion might find him amidst the crowd. Returning to her drink Hadyn smiled. "He'll cheat y'out of the very clothes you wear."

[Maduro Salvitary]

Maduro noticed how Hadyn flicked her tongue across her upper lip, he couldn't help but think of the things she could do to him especially when she rolled the liquor on her tongue really savoring the moment. Her simple acts and mannerisms left an impression he would soon not forget this evening.

He was quick enough to retort

The nights still young beautiful

Maduros facial expression turned into a cheeky one,

But you forget madam you are the only woman in this cesspool.

He nodded to her with a level of respectful courtesy

After all what was more exciting then finding a diamond in a coal mine?

It was time for him to steer this conversation away from spending money, she was certainly eye candy and while the wrapper wasn't enticing he had an idea of what was hiding behind cotton threads.

Stabbing?!?!

He acted surprised but silly, it was in the tone of his voice how he spoke the way he presented himself. Maduro would be entertains and fun

He raised his arms up mockingly

Whoa whoa settle down there's no need to get physical

The tone changed from silly to humorous

Well I mean if you insist but I must warn you I am a master swordsman

With An emphasis on master and swordsman

[Hadyn Skellig]

The woman swirled the slowly disappearing alcohol in the glass as her companion spoke, taking a sip when he offered her a saucy glance. Swallowing the burn she closed her eyes to savor the taste, indifferent to the company around her. When she opened her eyes and cast a sideways look at the man he was commenting on the choice word she'd used, hands raised in innocence. A simpering grin touched her lips as she placed the glass down once more, her gaze on the bar before them. "Of that I've no doubt," she answered coolly, with the slightest nod. "But y'must forgive my lack of enthusiasm. It is difficult to find y'self impressed by a self-proclaimed master swordsman when that is all you're accustomed to." Her brown gaze met his once more, challenging with an upward tilt of her jaw, the grin still pulling the corners of her lips. It was, in fact, a true statement on all levels. Naturally his meaning was of the more carnal persuasion but her response could be taken at face value and still hold validity. He did not yet know she was a weaponsmith and she rather liked the coyness of the situation. Let him think what he pleases. Wiping a bead of whiskey from the side of the glass, Hadyn enveloped her fingertip into the warmth of her mouth to remove the liquid, her eyes not on him but the crowd around them. The man played this game well enough, for that she must give him credit. Looking at him once more, as if she'd been distracted by something else, the brunette dropped her hand to bar. "Y'got a name to go with that silver tongue of yours?"

[Maduro Salvitary]

Her brown eyes met his sky blues and she danced around him with this smug challenging smile, touché but he was driven by her self confidence. He had no idea that she was a blacksmith, so this verbal gesture went up and above his head. Clueless but not defeated Maduro stepped into the conversation swinging.


Yes it must be hard to be impressed when there are many that claim to be as good with a sword as I. Rest assured madam I am the real deal, but what must I do to make you a believer? I've heard that seeing is believing, so if you ever want to see me in action let me know. My claim to fame is the thrust, many think its in the arms there wrong though its all in the hips.

He gave Hadyn a smile similar to the one she gave him it was a mixture of silliness, taunt and challenge blended into one look. He was younger but he wanted to let her know he could play the game just as well.

My names Maduro, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance

Pre-tell does such beauty have a name?

Maduro by now was bordering on half his ale being gone. He was trailing behind her in the drinking game but kept it a more casual approach to it.

He seemed more interested in drinking in her form as he observed her. There was something about the way she put everything on hold and the provocative manner in which she indulged herself he found mesmerizing. He'd try to pull away but she was a magnet for his eyes

[Hadyn Skellig]

The woman listened to his explanation, a small knowing smile on her lips as she took another drink. Casting a glance over one shoulder to take note of her drunk friend she was content to see him laughing heartily, now trying his hand at the farrow table. So far he hadn't upset anyone to blows. She wasn't looking forward to breaking up a brawl. The last time Yorick involved himself with gambling and alcohol left her with a black eye from stepping between the man and the disgruntled husband whose wife lay passed out in the redhead's lap. Returning her attention to the man introducing himself as Maduro, the brunette canted her head in salutation, only to brush a loose strand of hair behind one ear. The man was a looker, no doubt. And not bad with the chit-chat, but Hadyn wasn't entirely sold. But she flashed him a smile before waving her hand to catch the passing barman's attention. "Hadyn," she answered offhandedly to her companion before raising her drink to the barman. "Another for me. Oh, an' one for m'friend as well." He nodded and departed, a scowl on his face. He didn't seem to like the way Hadyn hung around the bar, bypassing the gambling for a alcoholic fix. But she paid and didn't give him a hard time so really he had no reason to dislike her as far as she was concerned. Turning back to Maduro, Hadyn shifted her weight, her body still facing the bar. She rested her weight on the leg closer to the man, said hip nearly touching him as she leaned against her forearms, the fabric of the pants tight against her buttocks. "Hope you like whiskey." If he was planning to romance her with finely crafted compliments he may as well be drinking too. Finishing the last of her booze, the woman smiled lightly at him as the barman returned with two full glasses of amber liquid.

[Maduro Salvitary]

It looked as if Hadyn was easing up to him he took notice when she told the bartender he was a friend.

Still her wit was formidable, his little game of trail along had gone on long enough and
was now under siege. Of course she was near an ale and glass of whiskey soon to be two in the hole that he knew of. And all the while he was a meager half an ale in. But now she forced his hand, but he would be slick about it. Maduro was going to go hard.

When Hadyn leaned towards him, he leaned in and took refuge near her ear if she let him and would whisper.

Whiskey has a nice burn, but it's not hot like fire Hadyn something tells me your hot like fire

Being told what her name was, Maduro would use it.

When the drinks were served Maduro picked himself up, he grabbed his glass and waited for Hadyn when she got hers he would raise it to her as he made up some foolish toast.

To a night of scandal ! Oh and fun!

He would gently clank the rim of her cup with his and throw it back and down it, he took a moment with a drawn out ahhhhhh noise. As the whiskey had a way of slowly burning on the way down