Torrin hangs his sword and shield up on pegs in the wall and reaches for the staff and horn in the corner. He also cleans and oils his his full plate armor and...
The tavern has a feeling of emptiness, and Aria, uncharacteristically forlorn in a seat at the bar, only seems to bring down the tone. Outside, the day is...
... The back door to the tavern opens as a lone woodsman returns from the outhouse. Closing the door quietly, he turns towards the lamentation of his friend....
Aria's eyes alight as Bandric joins her at the bar and encourages her intent. "Yes," she says, "The pain is great, but it can lead to beauty, as well....
... her ... them ... "Well then." He starts. His hand raises towards the tavern keep who knows to bring a bowl of potato soup right away. "My first companion ...
Aria listens to Bandric's tales with fascination. "Perfect!" she exclaims as he finishes, "this will all fit well into the song." She taps her feet a bit, a...
... fills ... was ... with ... The wooden spoon full of soup thuds on the floor. His chair knocked to its side by the enthusiastic bard. Still chewing the last...
The pair dances for nearly an hour, clearly both skilled dancers. Exhausted, they collapse at the bar next to Bandric's now-cold soup. "That was fun!" Aria...
... room ... gathered ... bar's ... Bandric puts down his newly acquired ale. He stands and bow in a courtly manner. Turning to Lady Aria, he bows again....
... Meanwhile, just off of a muddly little road about a dozen miles to the south, a burly half-orc has taken a seat on a fallen log. He shrugs off a bearskin...
She had slipped through the door quietly, not sure what to expect from this place she had only visited once before. But there were quite a few patrons filling...
... grasp from the ... both hands, and ... The rugged Flan leaned out sideways from the table with his hands signaling two more ales to the bartender. That's...
Having also been gifted with an ale from the attractive red-head, Aria follows Bandric over to the woman, ale in hand. "Hello!" she says cheerfully to the...
... As Bandric noticed her, panic set in and she nearly dropped the tankard. She could face frost giants with no one but archers at her back and not quail, but...
... "Well," Bandric says, "Bandric is my name and I think you have now bought me a drink." He lifts his mug. The bartender lifts his other two mugs that are...
"I like Elan. It is a lovely name," Aria enthuses. She takes Lively's outstretched hand and shakes it firmly, if a bit vigorously. "It is a pleasure to meet...
[OOC: How is it that you two always post within minutes of each other? Inquiring minds want to know. I am working today, but will endeavor to craft my...
... other? Inquiring ... I leave for ... blood, the net. -- Jeanne] I have become deliciously addicted to IC threads and MPs. I believe our synchronicity is...
... before ... of ... Sounds about right--mostly chance, with a bit of similar schedule patterns thrown in. I tend to get to work and check my MP's status and...
... A sudden shudder passes through her upon learning that the mighty Bull had killed himself, but it quickly dissipated with the news he had chosen to return...
... Elan nodded at Aria's suggestion, her look darkening with some hidden pain. "I would be glad of the help, Aria, thank you. Bandric here, Tauren, the Brahma...
Completely oblivious to the flirtation going on between Elan and Bandric, Aria prattles on... ... hidden ... bought ... strangers. ... "I'd heard about the...
... Bandric listens to the eloquent bard, downing the remaining free drinks as time permits. ... OOC: I don't know what time it is. :o It can be any tavern in...
... Glad of the distraction from the onslaught of thoughts and memories this unexpected meeting has brought, Lively smiles and enjoys listening to Aria's bell...
... Lively nods with interest at something Aria is saying, and tips her head toward Bandric in return, pitching her voice for his ears only. "You know we could...
... flying ... shakes ... Happy to converse on any topic, Aria's conversation wanders off into a discussion of Rudyard. "Oh, yes, that's definitely Lord...
... Aria's directness, though spoken from innocence, cut through her defenses and Lively visibly flinched. She thought for a moment in an attempt to sort out...
... am not ... be." Impulsively, Aria gives Lively a hug. "Well, Bandric and I will do what we can to help you," she says, unthinkingly volunteering the ...
... Lively follows Aria to the bath marveling at the woman and her grace. With a wry smile, she attempts to imitate the flirtatious sway in Aria's walk, glad...
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