The Rathskeller was slow that chilly evening, so there were no difficulties in finding a place to sit at the bar. Tristan did just that, rubbing his sore hands together as he meandered through the tavern towards the first bar stool he found. The woman behind the counter was a familiar face, and the blacksmith gave her a nod. What was her name…? Ed-something… Edrei? Gods, but he was terrible with names. tristan
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Blacksmith / Mercenary
Age: 35 | Height: 6’ 7” | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 0 - Strg: 12 - Dext: 8 - Endr: 10 - Luck: 5 - Int:
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11-25-2018, 04:13 PM
the White Knight
Age: 34 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 15 - Strg: 60 - Dext: 75 - Endr: 60 - Luck: 83 - Int: 3 SUGAR - Mythical - Dragon (Ice Breath)
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Exhaustion was a feeling that Ronin could relate to. Whilst Tristan had been rebuilding his smithy, the ex-captain had been but a few buildings down trying to battle a guildhall under control. Surprise surprise, it was a lot more difficult than it looked, particularly when a large stone golem seemed to have taken up residence in the edifice he'd chosen. So it was a battered and bruised Ronin who came to join Tristan at the bar, sinking onto a stool a couple of seats away and ordering himself a large, cold pint to nurse as well. He'd given up taverns, once upon a time. Drinking did nothing for his usually very docile temper, a fact that he had learned, forgotten, learned all over again and schooled himself on. But this was a new place and he was a new person (he felt like he'd become a lot of new people over the course of his short life) and damn it, not only would a drink not hurt, it would bloody well save his life at this point. Thanking Edrei (and smirking at the idea of being served drinks by her rather than leading her as a member of the Storm Guard), Ronin let out a long sigh and took a grateful sip of his drink. He'd head home after this, he promised himself - otherwise he might end up asleep at the bar too. Speaking of which, he glanced to the side and spotted a familiar face from their meeting in the Temple, offering a sympathetic smile. "Long day?" he asked conversationally.
Blacksmith / Mercenary
Age: 35 | Height: 6’ 7” | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 0 - Strg: 12 - Dext: 8 - Endr: 10 - Luck: 5 - Int:
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11-27-2018, 07:55 PM
the White Knight
Age: 34 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 15 - Strg: 60 - Dext: 75 - Endr: 60 - Luck: 83 - Int: 3 SUGAR - Mythical - Dragon (Ice Breath)
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11-29-2018, 07:01 PM
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Something like that. Oh, but could Ronin relate. Lips quirking in a crooked smile of his own, he tipped his glass in return and took another drink. The Rathskeller with its clink of mugs and low light and rumble of voices was more soothing than Ronin gave it credit, and he could certainly see why the man across from him had been struggling to stay awake when he'd addressed him. As he explained about the smithy, further recognition sparked in the ex-captain and he sat up a little. "That's right," he said. "I think I remember you saying as much. Drumming his fingers along his glass, Ronin turned in his seat as well so they could better converse. "I'm glad to hear you were able to get it set up so quickly. That's no easy feat." But Tristan already knew that, hence why he looked and sounded so worn out. If his new companion was anything like awkward then Ronin either didn't notice or didn't care. An easy socialite with blood bluer than he'd like to admit, in his time he'd met more awkward people by far. "Me? Heh, no offence taken, I assure you. I was in the Settlement trying to shoo some... stone monster, I suppose, out of the building I intend to turn into a guildhall. Mayhaps I'll have use for your smithy in the near future, if there's enough interest." He grinned. | |
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