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Why mine of course..
The elven owner having noticed persons of quality entering his humble abode moves (quickly but not obviously in a rush)
May I suggest a fine rum?
Or a craft spirit from rye or potatoes?
There is also a clever mead available.
And of course the house has wines with or without fruit.
We do have wheat, dark, and bitter beers if you prefer...chilled magically if you choose.
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A dark coach pulled by a pair of black horses rumbles over the cobblestones of the twilight streets of Absalom. It enters the Ivy district (Righty's Establishment is clearly in the best district!) and proceeds at a leisurely walk to just in front of the doors. The footman drops from the rear of the coach to assist a small figure dressed all in grey from the seat beside the driver. As the "child" in grey jumps to the ground, the footman moves to open the door of the coach and opening it he assists a young Cheliaxian woman from the interior of the coach. Releasing the hand of the footman, she swirls the scarlet half-cape back over a bare shoulder as fire swirls around her silk clad figure and she turns back to the door of the coach. Holding her hand back into the coach, she bids farewell to another passenger there. "Good night, my lord. Yes, I assure you that this is the correct location. Perhaps we can do business again soon. You know how to contact me now." She withdraws her hand and steps back from the coach. The figure in grey, little more than a street urchin in ill fitting gray livery, steps behind the adult woman, almost the image of the perfect ladies maid. The footman closes the door and swings back to his perch on the back of the coach as it clatters away back in the direction of the city center. The two figures, woman and child, glance around at the gathering twilight and then turn in the direction of the gangplank. The woman gives a sparkling laugh, like the splash of water, and says "And the night is hardly started!" Swirling her fire lined half-cape around, causing the continual flame on the lining to drive back the deepening gloom she proceeds thru the door and into the common room.
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Glancing around the common room to see if there is anyone she recognizes, but seeing no one familiar about see glances back to the door outside.
Katisha will call out to Righty (who is watching from behind the bar?). "Darlin', I do hope your `business' is as profitable as mine!" She proceeds into the room, and if not joined by anyone will proceed thru the entryway into the club – commenting to her body servant "I do so hate to go clubbing without ah… `company'".
Proceeding into the "clubs’" common room, she will announce to Righty in a clear Alto "A round of drinks for everyone!" (after checking exactly how many people are here - don't want to go to crazy spending)
"And Mr. Righty, a mug of mulled wine each for the guardsmen outside! The night looks to be a cool one, they may need it!" So saying, she glides with a dancers walk to the table closest to the center of the room (three rounds of bardic performance, for “The Dance of Kindled Desires” masterpiece) and makes ready to sit – unless invited to some other table.
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"You haven't seen a woman in a cloak before? This may be the Prime, but truly .. My compliments on the lady's statement, indeed you brighten the evening."
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The "Ladies Maid" gazes at Marlowe and notices the scrutiny he turns to her. She glances to the ragdoll on her arm and smiles a little shy grin behind her scuffed oversized glasses. She mutters to the doll, "See Mrs. Peterson, not everyone is a moth, blinded by the fire...". For just an instant - Marlowe sees thru the disguise to realize all is not as it seems. The tiny creature is a Halfling woman, not a human child . Clearly she is enjoying having someone else on the inside of the deception.
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A blue-skinned woman with blue hair enters the bar, in gleaming mithral breastplate. A shield on her back and a mithral longsword at her hip. For a moment, you think she might be Samsauran, but her ears have a pronounced point, and her body is a bit to lithe.
"Hmmm, this looks like a reputable establishment" she says under her breath before going up to the bar.
"Excuse me, I was wondering if I could get some wine? Something white, if you have it. Maybe a bit on the lite side, nothing too alcoholic."
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With a swirl of silk, a aura of spice & sandlewood perfume, Kat slides across the club to the center table. “Jeeves, the chair” and the chair most visible from the entire room (across from the doorway?) slides itself back, and she is seated, the chair seeming to adjust itself.
"Righty - Brandy please! from the Reserved Stock! I am really in need of something with a little body and a fine bouquet." She glances about the room, her eyes settling on the muscular women across at the bar. A questioning raise of her brow signals a interest in stories.
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The waitstaff bring various drinks, although no orders are given.
"Lawful business is in the front room." Righty reveals an elegant almost new set of tables behind a Tien inspired movable wall.
"Moderately lawful business is on our side alcoves." Righty points to six booths with curtains.
"The usual Pathfinder rooms are in the back wing." Righty extends his arm to the guarded doors at the back of the tavern, you notice the floor is marble (to reduce wear.) A small sign reads, I don't ask, please don't tell.
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Katisha will call out to Righty (who is watching from behind the bar?). "Darlin', I do hope your `business' is as profitable as mine!"
Righty smiles in response, "I prefer the company to the coins. After a time wealth is more a burden than a freedom."
Righty changes his appearance to a more regal attire fashionable in Varisia a century ago.
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The waitstaff bring various drinks, although no orders are given.
"Lawful business is in the front room." Righty reveals an elegant almost new set of tables behind a Tien inspired movable wall.
"Moderately lawful business is on our side alcoves." Righty points to six booths with curtains.
"The usual Pathfinder rooms are in the back wing." Righty extends his arm to the guarded doors at the back of the tavern, you notice the floor is marble (to reduce wear.) A small sign reads, I don't ask, please don't tell.
With an almost sub-sonic "thuMP!" of noise, a clatter of armored movement and the stirring of velvet curtains on one of the booths to the side reveals the "booth" beyond to lack any furnishings, just a marble floor. . Standing or sitting on the marble floor are 4, ah, "persons" in various stages of health while holding the curtain open is a heavy armored dwarf just swinging his tower shield to his back. The image the image of twin hearts, linked with an arrow are prominent on the face of the shield. An faint aroma of burnt meat and hot-stale air seems to trickle past him as he speaks over his shoulder into the alcove, "I'll catch up with you at the lodge in the morning - you get him off to the Witch to fix him up tonight. The Delay spell I used will only be effective till morning - so she'll need to clear his system by then. Heck, when they said 'body recovery' I figured they were talking about dead ones!" This last comment was made as the dwarf turned to the outer room. Behind him, one of the standing figures begins spell casting and the small group disappear, leaving the booth empty again.
"Righty! My good man! Another 'Landing Fee' on my bill, and I'll have the best meal in the house! And a gallon of Ale! - no strike that, a gallon of what she's having", pointing at Talia Hammer's tankard of mead, "just in not so lady like a serving size! HA!"
Catching sight of the lady in the middle of the room he addresses her "Tish! What in the world are you doing slumming in this part of town? And up so early, it's not even dark yet is it? Girl, some people think you are an undead! Got room at your table for an old Dwarf?" Noticing the halflings behind the dark haired human he continues in a smooth flow, "or no, I think I'll need my own table tonight, so that I can enjoy the fabled hospitality of Righty! Roaring fires, mead, ripe meat off the bone. This, my friends, is the establishment of my good friend, Righty!" he proceeds to any table Righty directs him to, to settle in for a serious meal (which includes at least a gallon of amber liquid).
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Katisha will call out to Righty (who is watching from behind the bar?). "Darlin', I do hope your `business' is as profitable as mine!"
Righty smiles in response, "I prefer the company to the coins. After a time wealth is more a burden than a freedom."
Righty changes his appearance to a more regal attire fashionable in Varisia a century ago.
Katish laughs, "I have often been told that my company is much more preferred to that of coins! Though not that wealth is much of a burden, and in fact can often insure ones freedom!" She smiles coquettishly, and flutters her eyelashes at the elf. "So, you prefer the fashions of an older time?" With a gesture and a soft word, her outfit changes to match that of a Varisian/Scarni dancer of a century ago. "Perhaps you have time to swirl a lass across the dancers circle? This outfit would be best beside a campfire surrounded by clan wagons, so perhaps not a good match for yours, such regal attire... so my lord, would you care to dance with a gypsy girl? Would you risk it?"
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Katisha, am I worthy of such attention? Is this poor nobleman stamped in Varisia and elevated in dear Taldor, a tindertwig to your bonfire? There is no risk for me, to dance in the campfire. Rest assured should my Taldan bretheren complain, Grand Prince Stavian will have new titles to grant.
Mel if you please the decore needs a slight alteration.
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Kat looks around wide eyed and obviously delighted. "Righty! What a wonderful scene! And all for me? Here-here, sit, we really must do this right!" To someone unseen near by, "Jeeves, get the nobleman a throne! The wagon masters throne" a chair slides out from the table beside Katisha to a more open section of flooring and she twirls her half cape (fire side down) across it, covering it and it seems to take on the appearance of a plush throne fit for a caravan master. "Sit-sit, noble sir, and let us entertain you!"
With a glance to the "child", and a soft thrum of song, ethereal music - woodwinds and strings, starts up. the music . As the child glances around to see if anyone is watching, she pulls a set of drumsticks from somewhere and joins in... And the melodies build.
Katisha, watching to see if Righty sits, begins her dance, whispering to him... "Really you should call me Kat, or even Tish... Just never Kat-Tish...." Trailing small silken vails that seem to appear in her hands she begins to dance around him - ever watching, faster and faster as the tempo and beat build to the final crashing end... With her in a swirl of silken scarves and panting breath.
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The aasimar looks around with a bit of a frown on her face.
"Uh, Excuse me? A little Service please? Or are you just going to ignore my drink order and talk with friends?"
Speaking in Celestial, "Often the staff here move about unseen" Percy points at a wine glass sitting on the bar to the aasimars' left, filled with a white blend of Chelish wine. Light and slightly dry, with a hint of oak. "One would think they were all halflings. My grandfather always said, 'Halflings are easily overlooked!'" With a big grin, Percy gazes up at you, his soft brown eyes filled with interest.
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The aasimar looks around with a bit of a frown on her face.
"Uh, Excuse me? A little Service please? Or are you just going to ignore my drink order and talk with friends?"
Giamo comments from his table beside the bar where the Aasimar is standing, "A two fisted drinker! I see you know how to enjoy Caydens gifts! Please, join me! Bring your bottle, and it appears you already have a glass, so pull up a chair and enjoy the floor show!" Realizing that he is being a bit presumptuous, he begins again. "I am honored to make your acquaintance. I am Giamo Casanunda - Cleric of Cayden, the god of love. , at your service." He offers you his business card with his right hand, while holding a tankard in his left. . "Seeing that you are un-accompanied,I would like to ask, are you currently involved in a long term relationship? Would you like to be?" (Big grin!) Giamo goes on to say "I am a Matchmaker by profession you see, it is my 'day job' (finger quotes) - so if you might be interested in such a relationship, perhaps we might discuss some of my other clients?"
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Righty seems mesmerized by the dancing. His ardent seneshal taps looks to a darkened corner and taps his head three times. He assumes Righty's post moving about the tables and silently dispensing orders.
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Giamo comments from his table beside the bar where the Aasimar is standing, "A two fisted drinker! I see you know how to enjoy Caydens gifts! Please, join me! Bring your bottle, and it appears you already have a glass, so pull up a chair and enjoy the floor show!" Realizing that he is being a bit presumptuous, he begins again. "I am honored to make your acquaintance. I am Giamo Casanunda - Cleric of Cayden, the god of love. , at your service." He offers you his business card with his right hand, while holding a tankard in his left. . "Seeing that you are un-accompanied,I would like to ask, are you currently involved in a long term relationship? Would you like to be?" (Big grin!) Giamo goes on to say "I am a Matchmaker by profession you see, it is my 'day job' (finger quotes) - so if you might be interested in such a relationship, perhaps we might discuss some of my other clients?"The aasimar looks around with a bit of a frown on her face.
"Uh, Excuse me? A little Service please? Or are you just going to ignore my drink order and talk with friends?"
The Aasimar is somewhat taken aback by the experienced Dwarven Cleric.
"I, uh, oh. No, not seeing anyone right now, but I'm not really looking. I'm focusing really on my work right now." She picks up her two wine glasses and moves to join the Dwarf. She set her drink down and moves back to pay for the non-comped drink, before rejoining the Dwarf.
"Thank you" she offers to the bartender before returning her attention to the Cleric.
"My name is Jannica Doe, pathfinder, explorer, and wand merchent in my off time." she offers her hand to shake.
"Cayden you say? Not too often you see Caydenites focusing on the love aspect of his portfolio. Most love-seeking clerics either go for Desna. Or Shelyn, of course. Personally, I find myself drawn to Lythertida, Empyrial lord of potential, though I am not nearly as devout as you, I am sure. So what, uh, what drew you to the love aspect of the accidental god? "
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"My time in Varisia has been short, but I'm sure I can pick up the tune. Don't be alarmed now."
"I hear, when the dance gets serious, the starknives come out."
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The Aasimar is somewhat taken aback by the experienced Dwarven Cleric."I, uh, oh. No, not seeing anyone right now, but I'm not really looking. I'm focusing really on my work right now." She picks up her two wine glasses and moves to join the Dwarf. She set her drink down and moves back to pay for the non-comped drink, before rejoining the Dwarf.
"Thank you" she offers to the bartender before returning her attention to the Cleric.
"My name is Jannica Doe, pathfinder, explorer, and wand merchent in my off time." she offers her hand to shake.
"Cayden you say? Not too often you see Caydenites focusing on the love aspect of his portfolio. Most love-seeking clerics either go for Desna. Or Shelyn, of course. Personally, I find myself drawn to Lythertida, Empyrial lord of potential, though I am not nearly as devout as you, I am sure. So what, uh, what drew you to the love aspect of the accidental god? "
Giamo is somewhat taken aback by the way the conversation has shifted to his background - not the usual turn when talking to adventurers who normally can speak at length about themselves.
"What draws any of us to love? Perhaps it was the combination with Travel - or the fact that he was originally a mortal, and so would have a better understanding of mortal love... Or perhaps it was a broken heart? Whatever the cause, it is in the past, and we are speaking of the future.
"Jannica Doe, amore' finds us when we least expect it, often when we are - as you say (air quotes) 'not really looking'. It is often best to provide oneself with the opportunities- and see if love will spring unexpected from casual meetings. And if it does not? Well, enjoy the drinks! The company! Have fun in life!
"But, to much about serious things. You describe yourself as 'pathfinder, explorer, and wand merchant'. Pathfinder I know, explorer I can see, so tell me about 'wand merchant'? I have a client named Da Wander - who says she is three times a Wander. A Wonder, a traveler, and a user of wands. She collects them. It would be interesting to have you two meet."
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"Oh, I don't really collect them, per se," Jannica waves dismissively. "I just know how to procure them cheaply and resell them for a bit of a profit. Pathfinders, I'm sure you know, are always in the market for wands, so I mostly deal with the society. Wands of Cure Light Wounds are always in demand, actually they are my most popular item, though I also sell plenty of wands of Mage Armor, wands of Infernal Healing, Shield . . . Then there are the occasional wands of see invisibility and resist energy, though those are far less common."
She takes a sip of her Irisini wine and contemplates for a bit.
"I do have to say, though, that my true passion is uncovering the secrets of magic items and their lore. Magic items are so much more powerful than people give them credit for . . . can do so much more if you simply give them a push in the right direction."
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Montjoy continuea, "Here is a flight (6x 2 oz pours) of our fall selection. The Eben Glade distillary is having a splendid year due to the favorable weather in the cane fields. Now if we could only keep the Marquis from throwing all our money at the dancers it should be a fine year."
He pauses to brush off a spot of lint, "One does their best to maintain staff decore in these trying times. Do signal me if one of these is your preferred choice, I can bring a followup glass, decanter, bottle, or minor keg based on your preference. Full kegs are available for delivery to residences only...the society has asked us to avoid delivery of kegs to Skyreach or the surrounding areas due to distubences..."
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An entity approaching eight feet in height, stoops to inspect the clearance at the front door of the establishment, then like a maiden attempting to don a corseted gown, pulls the remainder of its armor-plated frame across the snug threshold. The monstrosity looks like a collage constructed from several unrelated anatomy books. Its upper torso resembles a giant wearing a great steel helm complete with the face-plated likeness of a chubby-faced boy. Its lower torso is long like a horse's, but with the saddle placed ahead of the upper torso. And instead of horses legs, six armored appendages project out of the sides of the lower half, each leg perched on a metal, one yard in diameter, toothed wheel.
It scans the room with empty glowing magenta eye sockets and turns its focus on the person standing closest to the door. The monstrosity's faceplate-mouth opens and...
... the tongue-like appendage within speaks.
Pardon the intrusion, but where might we find the proprietor?
...while the voice within continues to address him.
And do you possibly know which one of them is staff? I do not mean to be rude, but without matching uniforms, everyone seems so different, they all look alike.
At the sight of the advancing steel gauntlet, Stuff's eyes bulge slightly and he retreats deeper into the darker recesses of the helmet.
I am darshaka Stuf and I speak for my adhura, Snuf Wheeler. I would very much like to learn about your happier times, but first we must address affairs of business.
...the voice from within rings out from within.
Oh no, not for us. Alcohol works for you. I represent Yeoman Ralph. After your last delivery of fine wines was heisted in transit, he decided to call upon a more secure service
A pregnant pause arises.
Us! My apologies, We are Snuf and Stuf of "Stuf and Snuf's Expeditious Courier Service" ... at your service.