"I could do with a whiskey as well. Thank you."
She casually looks around, seeing if the sight of an elf sipping in their establishment has caused anyone to be wary or more attentive.
Entering through the door enters a human woman who's nearly as tall as a bug bear at 6 foot 9, sporting red hair and violet eyes. She's well built with leather armour of some sort and has a sword on her back that is bigger then most swords anyone's seen. Almost like a large flattened hunk of cold iron rather then a sword.
Her expression is not that of a soft gentle human woman, but of an aggressive fighter on a mission and who'd beat you if you said the wrong thing to her.
Her gait and way she walks to the bar is feminine, but also that of an aggressive and intimidating fighter.
She stands confidently as she asks the barkeep, in common, in what looks like controlled restraint of her normally aggressive self
"I hears that House Orien is looking for hired hands,
Whos do I talk to about gettin a job?"
She goes on thinking
This better be the right place, as I need a job or I'll be singing for my supper again tonight.
Also how dare that goblin in the previous place I stayed at say my mother was a hamster and and my father smelt of elderberries.
"I could do with a whiskey as well. Thank you."
She casually looks around, seeing if the sight of an elf sipping in their establishment has caused anyone to be wary or more attentive.
"Whiskey seems to be the order of the day, good thought if I'm about to represent the House ..."
Jacen turns to address the extraordinarily tall woman who just walked in
"Miss!? Would you have a moment? Please, join us, there's whiskey on the way."
Ayla turns her head to face the voice that called
replying with an annoyed and intimidating look "Huh."
She turns her body toward the voice and seems to stop herself as her face is showing her attempt at controlling her more intimidating and aggressive self
No need to be scary, they are just curious and asking, calm down, just calm down and reply more peacefully.
then walks to their table and continues speaking with her hands on her hips and a more calm and diplomatic expression
"And whos are yous and whys yous askin?"
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Escher stands. One could interpret it as politeness. Or ensuring that he would be the first target if violence starts.
He looks her in the eye, and says, "You were asking about employment opportunities with House Orien. This is Jacen d'Orien, and we are preparing for an expedition. We could use people who know how to handle themselves."
She raises an eyebrow then answers evaluatin the new playa's words
"So yous reps-resentin an speaken for the House Orien?
As I hear its also rude to eavesdrop...
But ya heard right, I's looking for a job."
At 7'2", you eye level just goes over her head, and her eye level is at your chin.
A half-orc in simple well-worn broadcloth pushes his chair back against the huge pack that had been leaning against it. A muffled clatter of heavy iron ushers him to his feet. He looks the woman warrior up and down, and nods once.
The half-orc stands a hand's breadth shorter than Escher would be without his shield. Despite the heat, he wears a long-sleeved shirt under a plain leather vest that looks like a stout piece of hide turned inside out. A knife rests in a horizontal sheath across his belly; it's supported by the rope belt knotted at his left hip.
The half-orc's features are almost mild enough to pass for human, and his long, lush hair supports the inference, but a prominent lower left canine that just slips out from under his upper lip, and a faint greenish tinge to his skin, barely discernible in the tavern's gloom, proclaim a different ancestry.
The pack that now lies behind his chair is huge. An itinerant peddler might own the like. Where you can see the fabric of the pack, soft curves and jutting points and ledges proclaim a mix of items held within. But it's hard to see the fabric of the pack because of the gear tied and strapped to it: a conical straw hat with a frayed and misshapen brim, two 6 foot long wooden poles, tattered bundle that might be a rolled cloak, a slim, tapering, sheathed longsword, and a second sword, larger, heavy and mildly curved.
He nods to the woman, then turns and stoops to set his pack upright beside his chair.
Jacen sees Failin walk in. He's certainly older than Jacen by at least five years. He has troubled eyes, and a serious countenance. The second cousin of Jacen looks a little troubled.
"Barkeep, some wine please," he says.
The little goblin is far too much into what ever is brought before her to drink than to try and look at what the other longshanks are doing
Ayla keeps alert looking at Escher infront of her,
The Tin man is just lookn at me and hasn't answered my questions
through quickly looks to the sound of muffled iron objects hitting one another and notes the what appears to be a human hinting he's just checking the pile behind his chair.
She looks back to Escher repeaten her question
"So yous reps-resentin an speaken for the House Orien?"
also adding
"An if you offern a job, I'd like to know more befor signin on?"
Then she hears to door open and an sees another gentleman enter'n an walking by her to the barkeep. She kinda knows that kinda face, the kind that says theys in trouble.
Looks like there might be two job offerns here, though one could only be for a short while..
But gotta deal with the one in front first, as I's don't wanna burn a bridge for employeement being rude.
Jacen, clearly, is restraining himself. The nervous energy is his eyes suggest that he is fighting not to roll them; the odds on him winning the fight cannot be called and it seems to be good fortune that there's another interruption.
"Cousin Failin, what a pleasant surprise! It's been a very very long time, too long really. Wine is it? Please come sit with us."
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"Um, yeah, nice surprise," Failin nervously said. "Yeah, I just ordered some nightwing wine. Jacen, right?"
He moves to your table and sits down.
The new arrival made the goblin look up, she tilts her head her ears flopping along with the action. Seeing that those who invited her to sit down did not seem to mind the new addition, she simply shrugs and continued to drink
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"Ah, while we have an heir of House Orien, this job is not an official offering from House Orien. We are an independent group tasked with going into the Mournlands to retrieve property."
Ayla replies raising an eyebrow
"So's the jobs on da off-da-record list, then?
An I asked if yours words are da words of one in authority to hire?
As I don like it yas pulling a fast on on me claiming authority when yas don't.
I's also need to ask what kinda property yas retrieven?
As I ain't retrieve, no mutant's corpse again."
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Lia sits backs watching the entertainment. She figured two beings like Jacen in the same room would be amusing...
He responds without reacting to the implications.
"No, not off the record at all. Our group decides who we allow to join. I can see how you got the wrong impression, but I never represented us as being of the house, merely that we have an Orien heir in our group. As for what we are retrieving, that information is not for public, though I assure you, it is neither a corpse nor a mutant."
He pauses, "If you are still suspicious, feel free to reject the offer."
She has now a look of understanding for an expression
Ah, this could be good or bad, but so far its one of the few options left.
So he ain't a rep, but the group is like a merc company under da house.
That means we's could be cut loose, but we's don't needs to be hyper formal an all that.
"Ah, now I's understand a bit better.
So yous like a merc group given your with some free rein to do jobs?
If so's dats more like ma type of employera."
"Speaking as somebody who had no choice but to follow orders, I agree. I am Escher."
Hw looks around the busy bar. "In a less crowded apace, I'll show you my sword. Not quite as big as yours, but still quite useful."
He's either storing it extradimensionally, or he's left it somewhere else, as he's not carrying it anywhere you can see.
The goblin starts to laugh uncontrollably
Ayla puts out her hand, ready for a handshake
"Name's Ayla Firefury
Its nice to meetcha."
"Ayla, I am Karsh'e. Welcome to our company. Have you travelled teh Mournlands before?"
Ayla replies with a shake of her head
"Nice to meetcha Karsh'e, As for da Mournlands, I's was only in it for less then a few days, closes to the Barren Keep. N
ot a pleasant place to be. As there arr predators and things in dere that are real nasty.
Cut one straight in half neck to ash-hole."
Ayla looks at the those around the table and asks
"Ans who are yous?"
The goblin looks up from where she was literally staring down her mug of whisky
"Ish FizshFizsh. Ish fhurendssh wifff theeesh long ssssshanksss" her words accented by her head lolling about, her ears not having enough time to follow and is about a half second behind
Failin gets his wine. "This should be good," he says. "So, Jacen, what brings you to this neck of the woods?"
Failin gets his wine. "This should be good," he says. "So, Jacen, what brings you to this neck of the woods?"
"The team here has a retrieval contract and we're gathering the last resources we need before we head out into The Mournland. Would love to have Ayla here for some serious muscle, and would love to have you at the helm of your fabulous vehicle to make the going a little smoother."
Failin gets his wine. "This should be good," he says. "So, Jacen, what brings you to this neck of the woods?""The team here has a retrieval contract and we're gathering the last resources we need before we head out into The Mournland. Would love to have Ayla here for some serious muscle, and would love to have you at the helm of your fabulous vehicle to make the going a little smoother."
"I can take you as far as the rose quartz quarry," Failin promises.
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He looks at Fiz, a little worried. Most goblins were not this quickly intoxicated. "Are you doing okay? he asks in the goblin tongue.
"Iiizsh fhiiine. Jusssht lotsssh. as she looks down at her mug again, as if realising for the first time it's empty "Tjillleeesh wassssh good tjoish" she gives him a broad and toothy smile, and for a human, her teeth are actually well clean and well maintained
"Fiz. Are you drunk? You've only had one!"
She slowly turns her head toward the elf to hopefully help with the world to not spin
"Jusht a shm.. shm... Littlesss" she holds her thumb and finger to each other
"Fizsh not drinkshhh mucccchsss" she giggles but holds her thumb up But can ssshtilll talkssh with sssshanks"
Lia smiles at the little Goblin. "It is OK, little one. We'll watch over you."
She stands and approaches the tall human woman, extending her hand. "Greetings. My name is Lai. Shortened, of course. The full name is quite a mouth full even in Elvish."
"Is she alright?" Failin wondered about the goblin.
Karsh'e shakes his head. Goblins.
If Lady Lia wants to watch FizFiz, that's fine with the half-orc. He's more interested in the heroic aspect of the new human. Like Escher, she has a quality that one could build a song-cycle around.
Karsh'e shakes his head. Goblins.
If Lady Lia wants to watch FizFiz, that's fine with the half-orc. He's more interested in the heroic aspect of the new human. Like Escher, she has a quality that one could build a song-cycle around.
.... He's more interested in the heroic aspect of the new human. ...
Ayla takes Lia's hand and gives it a good handshake
Nice da meet-cha, Lia
Lia looks up, smiling. "Not often I meet a human as tall as you. I feel you are good soul and would welcome your sword and abilities into our motley crew."
"As would I. Not sure if we have chilis & whiskey for the road, but maybe we can fix that."
The young man looks at his cousin
"Failin, are you ready?"
Escher looks at Lia and the half-asleep goblin. "We can't leave her like this. They'll pick her clean."
"If they try to robssssh me, I'll blow them up!" she declares in goblin as she pats the assortment of vials on her person
"Sssshankssshh. Not fire puhrooofsh"
At the mention of her above average height Ayla has an expression of "I'm glad I'm tall, but I also don't like it"
She replies to Lia
"I's hope wes all can-d work together well."
Looking at the drunken Goblin
Yous, hav to be awake, to use d-ose.
An I's not sur if even yous gonna be fine aft-a bein in the center of it.
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"As would I. Not sure if we have chilis & whiskey for the road, but maybe we can fix that."
The young man looks at his cousin
"Failin, are you ready?"
"Let me have my drink first, Jacen," he says. "Then I'll be ready."
He chuggs the wine.
"Pfffseshhhh!" she waves Ayla off "Bombsshshh don't hurtssshhh me. Fizzshhh can provesssshhh it!" as she luls her head to the side, her ears following suite
"Oh shite, Ya, don need ta prove it, especially here-a."