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It was so terribly loud inside The Squiffy Tippler. The large bar was rowdy with competitive drinking games this evening, and Areya was leaning against the wall watching the Sky Guard commander who had taken her out as his "bodyguard" for the evening. What that really meant was that she was to get him home when he was too drunk to do it himself. He was not the first such commander that would pull a Legionnaire for that duty, and she doubted he'd be the last.
Neither the commander, Jaifa Skersken, nor Areya herself, were wearing any official garb that might give away their respective roles in the military. The commander had opened a tab for himself, and said that if she needed anything, to add it to his tab. But since she needed to stay sober to get him home, she had only had water so far. Now, her severe gaze was fixed on the table commander Jaifa had wondered over to. She didn't recognize the game the occupants were playing there. Some ridiculous thing involving glass marbles, stones, coins, and a lot of fast hand movements to rearrange them.
She could only tell that the commander was winning because of how he would cheer and raise his flagon to his heavily bearded face. Her eyes scanned each of the others at the table, and any that sat near to him. This bar was known for being on the rowdier side of things, but it seemed everyone for now was behaving. Still, she was not about to let a commander get killed, or worse, embarrassed on her watch. So she stayed vigilant in her gaze.
Until a dirty man smelling of fish planted himself in her vision, pressing his hand against the wall over her shoulder. "Hey d'ere good cookin', wha's lookin'?" The alcohol wafting from his gaped maw could've stopped a horse in its tracks. "Please move. I'm working."
The man hiccupped, his smile broadening, "I'm a workin' too. Workin' on gettin' to know ya better."
Her eyes narrowed, her glower grew and she leaned forward into the man's ear. "I'm a conscripted. Get out of the way before I make them send me back down below again." She pulled back and saw the blood draining from the man's face. He stammered something unintelligible and dawdled off. She looked back at commander Jaifa and saw that he'd won that game and was collecting his winnings.
Areya continued to scowl, hoping this night would end soon.
Glade 89, 121
It was so terribly loud inside The Squiffy Tippler. The large bar was rowdy with competitive drinking games this evening, and Areya was leaning against the wall watching the Sky Guard commander who had taken her out as his "bodyguard" for the evening. What that really meant was that she was to get him home when he was too drunk to do it himself. He was not the first such commander that would pull a Legionnaire for that duty, and she doubted he'd be the last.
Neither the commander, Jaifa Skersken, nor Areya herself, were wearing any official garb that might give away their respective roles in the military. The commander had opened a tab for himself, and said that if she needed anything, to add it to his tab. But since she needed to stay sober to get him home, she had only had water so far. Now, her severe gaze was fixed on the table commander Jaifa had wondered over to. She didn't recognize the game the occupants were playing there. Some ridiculous thing involving glass marbles, stones, coins, and a lot of fast hand movements to rearrange them.
She could only tell that the commander was winning because of how he would cheer and raise his flagon to his heavily bearded face. Her eyes scanned each of the others at the table, and any that sat near to him. This bar was known for being on the rowdier side of things, but it seemed everyone for now was behaving. Still, she was not about to let a commander get killed, or worse, embarrassed on her watch. So she stayed vigilant in her gaze.
Until a dirty man smelling of fish planted himself in her vision, pressing his hand against the wall over her shoulder. "Hey d'ere good cookin', wha's lookin'?" The alcohol wafting from his gaped maw could've stopped a horse in its tracks. "Please move. I'm working."
The man hiccupped, his smile broadening, "I'm a workin' too. Workin' on gettin' to know ya better."
Her eyes narrowed, her glower grew and she leaned forward into the man's ear. "I'm a conscripted. Get out of the way before I make them send me back down below again." She pulled back and saw the blood draining from the man's face. He stammered something unintelligible and dawdled off. She looked back at commander Jaifa and saw that he'd won that game and was collecting his winnings.
Areya continued to scowl, hoping this night would end soon.