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Sun Elf / Human
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Post by Ilaria Adrastos on Feb 20, 2023 16:01:33 GMT -5
If nothing else, the Brass Dragon never ceased to provide her with plenty of work. As the candles burned low and the tankards ran near to empty, it was all she could do to keep the final stragglers of the evening occupied and entertained. Regular patrons of the tavern knew enough to behave, at the very least. In that respect, she knew she needn't worry about wandering hands or salacious advances. Thus, as the evening hours bled into one another - and most of the rowdier customers reluctantly began to file out - she took a moment to pour herself a well-deserved drink and proceeded to wipe down tables and polish and scrub discarded goblets left littering the bar. She was working more or less alone that night, save for the lingering cooks she knew were enjoying their brief respite in the back. As the revelry had begun to wind down, the majority of the other staff had retired and left her to clean, tidy and close. And she preferred it that way. She had her own methods. Her own routine. It wasn't necessary to have the other girls stay if they were too tired to be of any real use. So she set about her chores in good spirits, allowing the last remaining few to finish their ale in comfortable silence— a silence that was abruptly broken by the sound of the entrance door being pushed open, and the brisk draft of cold, wintry air that accompanied it. She shivered.
"I'm afraid we'll be closing shortly!" she greeted, keeping her voice pleasant. "Feel free to take a moment to warm up, but the fire's almost out and our ale has long since run dry."
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Fighter's Guild
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Half Human - Half Moon Elf
Ray Castien, my character https://talesofcharon.proboards.com/thread/660/ray-castien-character-page
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Post by Ray Castien on Feb 22, 2023 0:52:05 GMT -5
The streets of Sol City always amazed Ray with their steady bustle and lonely crowds. He'd come to the city to assist a colleague of his with a small clinic they'd created and now found himself, as usual, with no place to spend the night. He wandered the streets following the directions his accomplice had provided to a nearby inn. He'd been there before but constantly found himself getting lost in larger towns. He came upon a familiar door and wandered inside.
As he pushed through the door the few remaining patrons glance over to him with cautious regard. Folks regarded his stature, missing arm, and scarred face as intimidating despite the simple robes and religious tomes he wore on his person. The barmaid seemed the liveliest among the bunch, calling out a greeting and warning all the same. Her words caused him to realize that he had walked into a different establishment than intended, and now found himself standing in The Brass Dragon. Oh well, at least he could rest here a moment before getting directed to an inn.
He looked to the barmaid with an understanding smile. She seemed a vibrant youth, her features betrayed a half-elven ancestry that applied some ambiguity to the earlier observation.
"Ahh, just my luck isn't it... I'll at least rest my feet before moving on." His voice was low and rough as he spoke.
With that he walked up to the bar and took a seat, resting his shoulder on the bar and letting out a long sigh as a tiredness entered his eyes. He pulled a leather-bound journal from his waist and set about making notes on the day's journey. He looked up momentarily at the barmaid, strangely upbeat in contrast to the rest of the bar's patrons.
"Awfully upbeat for this time of night." He remarked with a small smile. It was refreshing to see someone going about their work with some dignity and joy.
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