Timestamp: 70th Day of Summer of the year 513AV
The Meadows Public House was quite a unique place in Kalinor. It was easily accessible and, more importantly, easily navigable by non-Symenestra. It's proximity to the entrance of the city meant that it was one of the first places that Jabran saw, his first taste of a city other than the Benshiran Yahebah or Eypharian Ahntep. Finding a place to sleep was also relatively easy. He was clearly a foreigner, new to the city, and the proprietor, a certain Laudavyn Aconite, was very gracious and welcoming. He had given the Chaktawe a place to stay and, seeing the strength in his body and surety of his step, had also offered him a job. He was to keep the public house safe for it's patrons and free from ruffians. It was not an ideal job for him. He did not like the idea of using force against those he did not know but in his vulnerable position, being new to a strange city where he didn't know the language and had no friends, he had little choice. He gladly accepted the job.
As part of the post, Laudavyn had insisted that he improve his Common and maybe attempt to learn Symenos. On the first few days Jabran had been taught some words and phrases that would be considered essential. Phrases that were concerned with dealing with staff, customers and, most importantly, trouble makers. Laudavyn was very disappointed when he realised that Jabran could neither read nor write and refused to do so because, in his mind, such things were unnecessary. The lessons themselves were given by one of his relatives who also worked there and were quite formal with much hopping about, dancing and gesticulating in order to try to communicate the subtleties that are inherent in all languages. When deemed to be ready Jabran was let loose on the floors of the public house with his spear in hand for use in extreme circumstances and told to keep his eyes and ears sharp.
The job was not difficult for the most part. Kalinor was a very safe city. The major problems came in the form of foreigners who had no respect for others or local laws and customs. His first real task came less than two weeks into his tenure. A group of traders arrived in the public house one night, seemingly after a good day spent in The Orchard Market. They sat down close to the burning hearth and were very liberal with their coin, ordering plenty of drinks and food. Laudavyn's niece, Sonara, trying to educate Jabran, told him to keep an eye on them as the noise they made and the amount of mizas they spent meant that they could be trouble.
As more and more alcohol was consumed their noise level got louder and louder until Sonara told Jabran that they had had enough and should be escorted back to their rooms. Most were obliging and thanked the Chaktawe for something he didn't understand. There was one, however, who was not so gracious. He was one of the drunker ones and maintained, with a slurred speech that Jabran couldn't understand, that he had every right to remain. Jabran's orders were clear. Ask them to leave nicely and, if they refuse, he was allowed to use force. So ask he did. "Please leave", he said in his best Common. "Noise... too loud, please leave." His speech was simple but not altogether confident. The words that he used were words that he had recently learned.
The man resisted and began pushing Jabran in the chest while spitting words at him as if they were venom. Again Jabran asked him to leave nicely and the man still refused. He looked to where Sonara stood and could see the concern on her face. By this stage most of the patrons had stopped their talking to watch what was happening. Jabran knew that it was imperative that the man was removed.
He was difficult to get hold of. He wriggled and squirmed, kicked and punched and even bit Jabran on the hand. However, the alcohol induced stupor meant that he was ineffective in his attempts to keep the big Chaktawe off him. Eventually, Jabran managed to grab him from behind, holding him by the arms so as to disable them. As he was being forced towards the rooms the man continued to resist. He twisted his upper body and shoulders but there was little fight in him left. Soon he relented completely, breathing heavily and dragging his feet across the floor lethargically. Jabran fished the key to his room from the man's pocket and deposited him there as he passed out on the bed.
The Meadows Public House was quite a unique place in Kalinor. It was easily accessible and, more importantly, easily navigable by non-Symenestra. It's proximity to the entrance of the city meant that it was one of the first places that Jabran saw, his first taste of a city other than the Benshiran Yahebah or Eypharian Ahntep. Finding a place to sleep was also relatively easy. He was clearly a foreigner, new to the city, and the proprietor, a certain Laudavyn Aconite, was very gracious and welcoming. He had given the Chaktawe a place to stay and, seeing the strength in his body and surety of his step, had also offered him a job. He was to keep the public house safe for it's patrons and free from ruffians. It was not an ideal job for him. He did not like the idea of using force against those he did not know but in his vulnerable position, being new to a strange city where he didn't know the language and had no friends, he had little choice. He gladly accepted the job.
As part of the post, Laudavyn had insisted that he improve his Common and maybe attempt to learn Symenos. On the first few days Jabran had been taught some words and phrases that would be considered essential. Phrases that were concerned with dealing with staff, customers and, most importantly, trouble makers. Laudavyn was very disappointed when he realised that Jabran could neither read nor write and refused to do so because, in his mind, such things were unnecessary. The lessons themselves were given by one of his relatives who also worked there and were quite formal with much hopping about, dancing and gesticulating in order to try to communicate the subtleties that are inherent in all languages. When deemed to be ready Jabran was let loose on the floors of the public house with his spear in hand for use in extreme circumstances and told to keep his eyes and ears sharp.
The job was not difficult for the most part. Kalinor was a very safe city. The major problems came in the form of foreigners who had no respect for others or local laws and customs. His first real task came less than two weeks into his tenure. A group of traders arrived in the public house one night, seemingly after a good day spent in The Orchard Market. They sat down close to the burning hearth and were very liberal with their coin, ordering plenty of drinks and food. Laudavyn's niece, Sonara, trying to educate Jabran, told him to keep an eye on them as the noise they made and the amount of mizas they spent meant that they could be trouble.
As more and more alcohol was consumed their noise level got louder and louder until Sonara told Jabran that they had had enough and should be escorted back to their rooms. Most were obliging and thanked the Chaktawe for something he didn't understand. There was one, however, who was not so gracious. He was one of the drunker ones and maintained, with a slurred speech that Jabran couldn't understand, that he had every right to remain. Jabran's orders were clear. Ask them to leave nicely and, if they refuse, he was allowed to use force. So ask he did. "Please leave", he said in his best Common. "Noise... too loud, please leave." His speech was simple but not altogether confident. The words that he used were words that he had recently learned.
The man resisted and began pushing Jabran in the chest while spitting words at him as if they were venom. Again Jabran asked him to leave nicely and the man still refused. He looked to where Sonara stood and could see the concern on her face. By this stage most of the patrons had stopped their talking to watch what was happening. Jabran knew that it was imperative that the man was removed.
He was difficult to get hold of. He wriggled and squirmed, kicked and punched and even bit Jabran on the hand. However, the alcohol induced stupor meant that he was ineffective in his attempts to keep the big Chaktawe off him. Eventually, Jabran managed to grab him from behind, holding him by the arms so as to disable them. As he was being forced towards the rooms the man continued to resist. He twisted his upper body and shoulders but there was little fight in him left. Soon he relented completely, breathing heavily and dragging his feet across the floor lethargically. Jabran fished the key to his room from the man's pocket and deposited him there as he passed out on the bed.
