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"Coel MacMorn," he replied, "Thanks for the music. Although, you had some competition for a while." Coel indicated Gortech with a sideways tilt of his head. He glanced over her seeing all the signs of a fighter rather than a singer, "I don't suppose you usually earn your drinks with a song. Not that it was not a good song but you carry yourself like a fighting woman."
Coel gave a smile in acknowledgement to Valeria then went back to his conversation with the dwarf and the northerner. The bear was facinating as well how often did you get to study "old Eph" alive and up close?
Coel waved to Valeria and silently offered her a drink with a tilt of his cup and a raised brow.
"Why whatever you have of course," Coel laughed, "If I knew of it, it would not be news!" "But tell me what do you know of our horn'ed neighbor?" Coel nodded in a friendly fashion to the demonic looking man, "Don't see many folks like that in my neck of the woods"
Coel finished his beer and made a decision. Careful not to intrude on the bear's space he approached the musical dwarf and the bearded northener. He figured the two must have traveled a ways to get to, what was the name? Wilma? WalMa? Sounded like a woman's name but no way of knowing since The Fall. They might have news from the road. Besides, the dwarf was intriguing. Dwarves where Coel came from kept to themselves and certainly didn't sing in public. Only place he had heard dwarves sing was at his grandfather's funeral ten years ago and that had been a solemn dirge in their own tongue. Nothing at all like this humorous troubadour. "Mind if I join you gentlemen?" Coel asked politely, "I'm Coel and I'd share news if you have any and company if you do not." Coel unwrapped a length of pre-fall insulated copper wire from his wrist and snipped off a length with his thumb nail, "Let me cover whatever you're having."
A musical dwarf, Coel wondered as he sipped his beer. His eyes scanned the room as he waited the bear and broadly muscular man's response to the friendly dwarf. He gave a silent chuckle and his lips gave the ghost of a smile. You didn't often see a human hairier than a bear with a better beard than a dwarf. Looking at the tall woman Coel thought about buying her a drink. Maybe something to eat first?
Walking towards the light and warmth of the tavern Coel MacMorn sized up the establishment, smells of horse, man, alcoholic beverages, and cheap food predominated. Under that was the smell of more exotic people, old iron and steel, and, Coel checked the dust and a bit of hair on the post of the porch yep bear, but not much blood or gunpowder, probably not too rough a place, he thought to himself. Coel paused before entering the tavern scraping the mud off his boots with a stick before even using the 'boot scrapers', Don't want to add fifty miles of mud and dust for someone else to scrape off, Coel mused as he took off his hat and dusted himself with the weathered wide-brimmed stetson. He took off his hat before entering as his late mother and grandmother had drilled into him and opened the door coming in quickly and closing the door behind him. No need to silhouette himself against the open door. Resting his hat over his quiver, Coel made his way to the bar sizing up the others, his eyes were drawn to the tall woman and horned man. Sure enough, a bear was next to a muscular man of medium height with more fur and hair than the bear. The pale complexion, clothes and body language said, 'Northern Barb'. Good Bear Coel thought firmly, Nice Bear, Coel wasn't sure who he was trying to convince the bear or himself. "Beer, cold if you got it," Coel said to the bartender.
here's Coel monk/ranger(skirmisher). |