[Rearing Stallion] Beer and New Faces [Rizima, Open]

[Blackthawne]

Blackthawne sat listening to the conversation around him, and as the similarly garbed man seemed taken aback by someones appearance, Blackthawne took a look over his shoulder and found the gaze pointed towards himself, before the man turned back to his femal acquaintance and seemed to move on with the conversation. As his soup was placed infront of him, Blackthawne forgot all about his suspiscions, and began to slowly eat the scalding hot soup. I wonder what shocked the man so much about me... Our appearances aren't that different, bar my vivid hair... Perhaps its the blade? This caused his eyes to glance down to his sword, which he attempted to at least cover up better with his coat by swinging the coat around to his side better. It succeeded in hiding the pommel, grip, hilt, and small portion of the scabbard from view, but the length of the scabbard still dropped to below his knee, there was just no helping it. Back to the soup... His mouth was on fire, as was his throat, but with the foods he had cooked himself whilst travelling, he always ate hurriedly with no regards to the burning sensation. This was no exception.... He was starving. It may have seemed quite a disturbing sight to others around to see the speed that Blackthawne ate, but it was also not a sloppy affaire, none of the soup was spilt or dribbled.... He just ate that damned quickly. Pushing the bowl away slightly, with the spoon set inside of it, he tugged his black leather gloves back onto his hands, tucking them under his coat sleeves, and leaned back in his seat to ponder his next action. "What next...." He absently spoke aloud, his mind wandering again.

[Rizima Darkwyr]

Rizima smiled faintly, a ghost of a crooked, fun loving smile passing across her face but was left unrealized. “Well..” She murmured, this time seeming at ease enough to leave the spaces between her speaking shorter. He seems okay. She thought I wonder if I offended him, or if I really am as scary as he originally thought. I don’t think so.. “You don’t have to leave, not if you don’t want to.” Her voice seemed slightly less timid now, a little bolder and somewhat less eloquent then his. “You can stay as long as you want, I won’t bother you..I get off in less than an hour now.” When the other man came in and Ash’eny had glanced over at him she had also, his sword made her somewhat uncomfortable but she had no authority to ask him to take it and leave it somewhere else though it would have made her much more comfortable. She could fight almost any man barehanded but when a sword came into the mix her fists were not nearly enough protection and the clothes she wore had very little armor or protection within them. The other mans hair interested Rizima because of its brightly colored nature, something she had not seen very often in her life. It was bright reddish orange, like he had rubbed paint in it and it had never come out. Her eyes drifted away from the hair and back to Ash’eny. She realized that he wanted to shake again and solemnly she shook his hand once more, this time looking straight into his eyes. Her blue orbs intense and full of meaning, she took this shake to mean that they had an agreement, maybe even a slight friendship that would mean they wouldn’t cause each other trouble unless they absolutely had too. Now, as they dropped their shake, she glanced over at her boss. He seemed to want something from her, maybe he thought she was being silly by talking to customers, she wasn’t sure. With this glance over he realized that he had her full attention and he smiled, and then kind of waved her away. This motion meant she was off duty. Confusion filled her eyes and she glanced back at Ash’eny. “It seems I am no longer on duty.”

((OOC: Sorry it took me so long, hope this is an acceptable length.))

[Ryshaltze]

Ryshaltze strode steadily into the tavern, intent on ordering at least something to satisfy the argument that his stomach walls and digestive acid are currently having. He paid no notice to the people already inside, for Syliras is famed for being a safe place - no thanks to the overzealous but much needed efforts of the policing Knights - and there was no need for him to be overly cautious. It was an experience that he greatly treasured, unlike the taverns in other places where one has to keep a constant eye on his coin pouch, weapon, and back.

He was dressed in his usual and only attire, with his signature large cello case slung over his back. Stopping at the bar, he proceeded to remove the sling of his cello case and lean it against the bar to the front on his right. He took a seat and looked around for any barmaids, waitresses or servers he could order from.

Today was yet another day of frivolous entertainment. At least that was what ordinary salaried people would tell him. He had been spending the better part of the seven-day looking for bards and minstrels, seeking new stories and songs about everything in general. Recently, he had developed a liking to Konti music and, though hard to find, was possible if one looked hard enough, for Syrilas is often named the potpourri of races all around Mizahar.

He sighed, now deciding to let curiosity play its part. It took very little for him to notice a man talking to a female. However, the thing that grabbed his eye was the female. She was tall. Maybe tall is an understatement; he estimated that her height at around the same as his, give or take. She was engaged in a conversation with the man.

I might as well figure out the local scenery while I'm at it.

"Excuse me, my esteemed acquaintances. If it is not too rude to interrupt your no doubt engaging conversation, mine gastric conversations are beginning to get too rude for myself to handle it." He coughed.

One should limit one's smart-aleck comments to oneself before strangers who tended to be quick to form judgements based on first impressions.

"Pardon my strange language, it is the air. I believe foreign lands tend to effect curious phenomena on one's unaccustomed body, won't it?"

He hoped that they could forget his previous comment. It was lame no doubt, but it would have to do.

"Does anyone know how I can order something here? I believe my eyesight, or perhaps my mentally selective perception, is failing me here."

[Ash'eny]

Ash'eny grinned at the amazon sized woman in front of him as she mentioned her shift was over for now. Ash'eny nodded as he lightly massaged the temple of his head, it seemed he still had the hangover headache, not too pleasant really, the food earlier helped. Ash'eny, now that his great mystery of the stalking giant was settled, was unsure of what should be done now. He could leave, probably should too, there was nothing else to do. So with that, he turned on his heel, and at that very moment his departure was interrupted by a new customer, whom he didn't realize came in. Ryshaltze had, quite oddly, made himself known with his speech, and what an intriguing sort of speech it was. The man wasn't quite common, the way he spoke was odd, almost disturbing the way he said it. Ash'eny, not really being the type of guy to be unnecessarily rude of scornful, slowly walked over towards the man as he lowered his hand from his head. "The waitress is around here... Here she is." Ash'eny pointed lightly to the young girl, the same that served him. "She'll get you taken care of. But what is that?" Ash'eny lightly questioned the new comer as he tapped the cello-case with the toe of his boot, unaware that there could be a rather expensive instrument inside of it that probably wasn't meant for kicking, but Ash'eny was ignorant of this.

[Rizima Darkwyr]

Rizima stared at the new comers, the talking and the general increase in bodies in the room. She seemed confused and like the words around her simply passed through her head and out her ears without really understanding them. Her eyes followed movement even though she was most obviously out of contact with the general vicinity of the world. She was brought back abruptly when Ash'eny kicked the mans Cello case rather callously for the type of instrument it was. "Uhm." She murmured "That's a Cello. Its an expensive instrument that he probably knows how to play." She was silent for a moment and impulsively asked, "Do you play it sir?" Interested due to her own ability in playing instruments she waited for his answer somewhat curiously. She could play a couple of instruments but she had never found one that she really liked the most, thus leaving her not quite above average in any one instrument. Her favorite to date was the guitar and her second was a piano. She had never really gotten to spend a lot of time on them because of her mothers constant "Headaches" and how Rizima's practicing was breaking her nerves."

[Blackthawne]

Standing up, after a short while of thinking, Blackthawne turned and walked over to the tall woman, the similarly garbed gentleman to himself, and the newcomer, and nodded his head to each of them in turn politely.

"My apologies for interrupting... Would any of you know where I need to go to enquire about entering the order to become a Knight? It is my first time in Syliras and I'm a tad bit confused..."

He assumed in his mind that the woman was a local, merely because of the presence she seemed to inspire within the tavern. He also assumed the man in the dark clothing was a local merely by the way he pointed the newcomer to the maid before he came in. Only locals seemed so confident in their knowledge of the taverns... Others were always a tad uncertain.

[Ash'eny]

OOCI'm going now, I think Ryshaltze has either left, or taking a Hiatus. I'm skipping him and just going to exit this thread, since it feels a little screwed up now. Ash'eny turned towards Blackthawne, smiling lightly as he shook his head. Ash'eny didn't know the slightest efforts involved in becoming a knight, though he had met a few of them, two of them honorable friendly and wise men, and one eerie but very attractive woman. Ash'eny spoke. Hello friend. The name's Tolby. I'm afraid I don't know how to help you there. I bet the Welcome Center would know, the lady there knows this city like the back of her hand, she'd know." Ash'eny turned back to Rizima and shrugged. "Cello? Never heard of it. If it's expensive, I suppose I shouldn't be kicking it. Apologies. Anyway, I've had my breakfast, and my headache is still drumming in the back of my skull. I think I'll take my leave now. Besides, there's a woman I owe a sincere apology to." Ash'eny lightly blushed as he placed the hood of his cloak around his head, thus mostly masking his face, along with the blush. He grinned and left the Rearing Stallion, quite hastily at that.