Sharn Tavern: The Tower's Shard
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Khuther Qyber Dwarf Sorcerer lvl 2
After some days of study Khuther makes it back to the Tavern late at night and looking for a big glass of warm red wine. He salutes his friends and nods to the stranger with the axe.
'ha i knew it!' 'those schoolars at the tower allways wanting me to study soemthing that comes only with practice and more practice!' 'odd thing they get upset when i sometimes overdo and blow up .....stuff' 'you boys already spending all the earnings?'
After some days of study Khuther makes it back to the Tavern late at night and looking for a big glass of warm red wine. He salutes his friends and nods to the stranger with the axe.
'ha i knew it!' 'those schoolars at the tower allways wanting me to study soemthing that comes only with practice and more practice!' 'odd thing they get upset when i sometimes overdo and blow up .....stuff' 'you boys already spending all the earnings?'
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ajanders said:
'dont worry Kenn, im fine'
Paranoia833
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Ambra
A young woman enters the tavern. A wisp of a girl who can’t be older than her late teens, clad in a thick black cloak and hood that obscures everything but her face. She has delicate, if lowborn, features and unkempt brown hair that looks like it has seen better days. More attentive watchers may notice what appear to be the beginnings of a bruise on her right cheek.
As she walks nervously across to the bar, she mumbles quietly to herself. Those with sharp ears would capture snippets of what appear to be a conversation with an apparently non-existent individual named ‘Brye’
“Brye I don’t… are you sure? No I really don’t think-” She stops suddenly, and let’s out a loud yell that echoes across the room.
“Oh come on! Just because they’re ugly doesn’t mean they’re bad people! You’re always so pushy! Why can’t you just let me do my job without…” She hesitates, and quickly realises she’s attracting stares.
“Um… sorry.” She apologises, voice barely above a whisper. “Please ignore that.”
She appears to lose her nerve and runs away from the bar, to an empty table in the corner of the room. She neither says nor orders anything. Just sits there, clasping her hands tightly around some small object she pulled from the folds of her cloak.
A young woman enters the tavern. A wisp of a girl who can’t be older than her late teens, clad in a thick black cloak and hood that obscures everything but her face. She has delicate, if lowborn, features and unkempt brown hair that looks like it has seen better days. More attentive watchers may notice what appear to be the beginnings of a bruise on her right cheek.
As she walks nervously across to the bar, she mumbles quietly to herself. Those with sharp ears would capture snippets of what appear to be a conversation with an apparently non-existent individual named ‘Brye’
“Brye I don’t… are you sure? No I really don’t think-” She stops suddenly, and let’s out a loud yell that echoes across the room.
“Oh come on! Just because they’re ugly doesn’t mean they’re bad people! You’re always so pushy! Why can’t you just let me do my job without…” She hesitates, and quickly realises she’s attracting stares.
“Um… sorry.” She apologises, voice barely above a whisper. “Please ignore that.”
She appears to lose her nerve and runs away from the bar, to an empty table in the corner of the room. She neither says nor orders anything. Just sits there, clasping her hands tightly around some small object she pulled from the folds of her cloak.
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Paranoia833
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The girl takes the offered drink somewhat apprehensively, returning the object she was holding to the folds of her cloak and clasping the absinthe in its place. After a few seconds of staring she takes a quick, cautious sip. It's hard to tell from her expression whether she likes it or not, but she doesn't put the glass down.
When Veyk voices his complaint, she turns to face him, smiling apologetically.
"I- I'm sorry about my... friend. He just doesn't like people, that's all. Sorry."
She turns back to Kenn.
"Thanks..." she says, pausing for a second before stammering on. "For the drink, I mean." A few more seconds of nervous silence pass, before the girl realises she should really elaborate more.
"I'm Ambra... an I-Inquisitive."
When Veyk voices his complaint, she turns to face him, smiling apologetically.
"I- I'm sorry about my... friend. He just doesn't like people, that's all. Sorry."
She turns back to Kenn.
"Thanks..." she says, pausing for a second before stammering on. "For the drink, I mean." A few more seconds of nervous silence pass, before the girl realises she should really elaborate more.
"I'm Ambra... an I-Inquisitive."
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