The Merc Bar - Private thread for Angel and Liri

[Stik]

The big man looks at Angel and grins. His grin makes him look twenty years younger. "Not sure what you're pissed about, lady. Like I said, Matteo's not the bartender. Coil is the bartender, and he's in the kitchen.
"Nice to meet you, Angel. Call me Scoot."

[Breila]

"And I am Liriodendra ti Corylus" Liri says in her most melodious voice. "You are from the North, Scoot, aren't you? I've never met anyone from there before." she now looks like an innocent elf maiden right out of a fairy tale.

[Jenara]

"I'm pissed because I dislike being messed around. But no matter, I am pleased to meet you." she smiles this time and offers her hand this time. "It has been a long road, one fraught with danger."

[Stik]

"I was from the north, but the wine up there isn't very good. Now I'm from a lot of different places.
"Matteo doesn't mean any harm. He's just not a friendly person." this last is said louder than necessary, just so Matteo will hear it.
Matteo tosses an obscene gesture at Scoot without turning around.
"Sit if you like. I'd offer you both wine, but there's just the one spare cup. I suppose you could share the cup if you want. My hustru will be joining me soon. It will be fun to see her reaction to two women at our table."
Big as he is, Scoot would be quite imposing were it not for his easy smile and cheerful voice.

[Jenara]

"We can share, can't we?" She says with a friendly smile back, as she sits, not before offering Liri a chair. "More Liri than myself I presume." She adds nudging the Elf gently.

[Breila]

"Thank you" Liri says as she sits down gracefully. "Of course we can share." She offers Scoot her most enticing smile, then continues to look around the room, like an excited youngster in a new environment. She will occasionally run her long-fingered hands through her hair in an absent-minded way.

[Stik]

"Who knows?" Scoot replies. "One thing I have learned in the past twenty years is that you can't predict a woman. Or a kid. It's funny - you do this long enough and you realize that you've become the old veteran at the end of the bar that you used to see when you first started coming in these places.
"And you know what? We youngsters used to laugh at the old warriors behind their backs. Now we old warriors laugh at the youngsters behind their backs. There's something profound about that, I think."

The few remnants of the morning crowd have pretty much thinned out, leaving just a handful of customers, and Matteo, the bouncer, in the place. Coil shows up, eventually, and offers a meager breakfast but at an equally small price - it being past breakfast time and too early for lunch. He's a young man, younger than the usual retired mercenary usually found behind the counter in a merc bar, but the crutches he uses to support himself suggest the reason for his early retirement.

[OOC] More to come [/OOC]

[Breila]

At Scott's remarks, Liri laughs a silvery laugh. "People are the same everywhere, then. The group one doesn't belong to is always unpredictable and often do something to laugh about."

[Jenara]

"And yet some of those 'youngsters' are more jaded than the rest." Angel comments cryptically, brushing her hand accidentally over Liri's left leg. She eats the food quietly and watches the people walk by.

[Stik]

"Stupid, more like. I know I was. Never wore armor in my youth. Used to say: 'I dance around damage.' Almost paid for it with my life once. More than once, really. Actually, a lot of times. One time, there was this minotaur..." he suddenly interrupts his own story, saying quielty: "ssst - here she is."

A half-elven woman has entered the tavern. She's tall and slim but well muscled, with long wavy blonde hair tied back in a pony tail. She's dressed in worn buckskins clearly made for the field, or perhaps in the field. She makes her way over to the table and sits down. Her skin is well-tanned and portions of it show strange markings - a pattern of overlapping rings varying in size from half an inch to a few inches. The curves defining the circles are lighter in color than the rest of her skin, and thin, as if someone had drawn on her forhead, neck, chest, and left forearm and hand with an artist's line brush dipped in cream-colored paint.

Seeing that there is no cup in front of her seat, she reaches over and takes his, drains it, and puts it back down a bit harder than is necessary. The look on her face is stern, but she can't manage to hold her sneer for more than a few seconds before smiling. Absent the frown, she is quite pretty, but something is odd about her, apart from the circles. It takes a moment to realize her eyes are mismatched colors - one green, the other blue.

"Got us a pack horse and ordered the supplies we need," she tells him, then turns to Liri and Angel. "Has he been telling you lies?" she asks, pleasantly.

[Breila]

"We haven't been with him long enough yet, I guess" Liri says with a slight giggle and a bright smile at the woman.

[Stik]

"Give him time. Eventually you'll hear about a how went two out of three falls wrestling a brown bear for a salmon," she says, brightly. She turns back to Scoot and says: "While I was at the stables I asked around. Nobody had seen her. Or them."

Scoot looks worried for a moment, then sort of shrugs it off. "We're looking for some friends of ours. A young woman with dark-red hair and blue eyes. And another young woman, a bard, traveling with her two brothers, twins, warriors both."

[Jenara]

"I have ummm, met them." Angel says after a few moments. "They were in an inn we passed on the road to Orrs Bay."

"She sang some lovely songs." Angel blushes deeply.

[Breila]

"I haven't seen them" Liri says brightly. "I came to Orr's bay on a different road, and we've met there." She affectionately takes Angel's hand.

[Jenara]

Angel takes Liri's hand back, unused to the display of affection, she blushes once again.
"Yes we took different Roads."