₪ 2nd of Frost, Year 120, A.o.S ₪xx
Company: Sketchy men| Theme: | Thoughts: Well well, what do we have here?| Mood: Curious
Among the patrons within the confines of a tavern, one of many found along the strip of the Jeweled Arches, one would find drunks, common folk, and interesting characters of all origins. In one such place, a quaint little hole in the wall, the sounds of drunken cheer, merriment, and liquid courage radiated the walls and ears of all around.
Sitting at the bar, there Siorey was, clearly drunk off his ass, a lightweight with liquor. He had been here to quiet the sounds of his nerves, to ease his paranoia of distrust among those who were around him. Because Dhasali wasn't with him this evening, he didn't have his buffer to calm his nerves, which forced him to this, drinking alone within the tavern.
At the bar, however, there was an individual who seemed out of place, he seemed nervous. He was at least 5' 9", brown medium-length hair with what could be hazel eyes, maybe brown. He didn't seem suspicious in any way but Siorey noticed he had been at the bar for quite some time without ordering so much as a beer, and that seemed rather off to me.
Normally when people come to the bar but didn't drink or eat, it meant they were waiting for something. But the one thing that tipped his suspicions of the man was the fact he was extremely nervous behavior. Watching his body language Siorey could tell he was waiting, watching the door for someone. He decided to see if he could get some information from the guy if he could.
"Hey....*hiccup* hey you...." Siorey slurred, trying his best not to fall over as he approached the gentlemen, placing an arm around his shoulder. When he looked at the mage, Siorey could see he was uncomfortable which was good. People tend to slip up when put in uncomfortable situations.
"Why....*hiccup* why are you not.....drink...drinking? huh? Why....*hiccup* is that?" Siorey continued to slur, looking to him, and was met with a chuckling and if anything a fake smile. Yes, it was a fake like the one you give someone who annoys you. Siorey was eager and intrigued to see how he would handle the situation. His curiosity was getting the better of him, and he had to know just what this man was hiding.
"I am waiting for a friend to arrive lightweight....it would be rude to start without him ya know?" he politely answered, his eyes looking to the barkeep for help. Noticing there was no help coming from the man, he continued the defense of his nondrinking. "Yeah... I don't want to get hammered before they get here, ya know? How about I buy a round booze for ya? Would you like that?"
Free booze was free booze and he wasn't going to pass that up, whether he was trying to pump information out of him or not. Nodding Siorey smiled and the man called for the barkeep and ordered several drinks for the mage. With a slurred cheer, he sat a few seats away from the suspicious male at the bar and downed the first shot of liquor that was brought over. With a flamboyant sigh and yawn, Siorey laid his head on the counter, eyes away from the man he had interrupted, and slept.
Content he had averted an annoyance he looked around, keeping it as casual as possible. Every now and again his gaze would shift to the entrance of the bar, looking out for whoever it was he was supposed to meet. Siorey could hear the drumming of the man's fingers on the bartop as he waited, it indicated to me he was becoming impatient, Siorey trying to sober up just in case, but not soon enough that he would risk him getting spooked and leaving.
"I hope he shows." he whispered, a look of worry and wavering nerves evident on his plain facial features. An hour went by and nothing happened, the man never leaving the bar in that timespan, and Siorey was still holding on to his lucidness a few seats down. It was killing Siorey, not being able to reign in the man and ask all kinds of questions, but luckily for him, he wouldn't have to.
The ting of the door opening as a figure entered the bar alerted the man on his arrival. He perked up, in a way an employee would if their boss happens to be coming, feigning to look busy as to not be scolded. The figure approached, and the one who was waiting at the bar stood and held a hand out to the man, who simply looked at it and then back to the man. "I take it you are the one from the letter?" a deep and commanding voice inquired, quiet enough for the one in front of him to hear, but just loud enough for Siorey to catch it over the normal moans and groans, grunts, and roars of the bar.
"Yeah I....." but he couldn't finish, the new figure waving him off as to not speak, causing the man to give a look of annoyance, but compliance as well. "Not out in the open, let's find somewhere more........private." he suggested, though to me it was more so a command than cautious advice. The nervous man shrugged and followed behind the other, finding one of the more private areas in the upper lounge, above all the noise and distractions of the bar below.
Several moments later, Siorey stirred, stretching his arms out as he looked to the direction the men had gone in, as there was only one way to the upper levels of the establishment. "How curious that was, I wonder what they are discussing?" Siorey inquired, the barkeep nodding in the general direction they had gone. With a nod of his own, the smirk on his face getting wider, Siorey paid for his drink, and made his way from the ground floor, and was on the hunt as he made his way to the second floor.
The two men, now in a secluded corner of the upper lounge, were in deep discussion, and as he approached he could hear their muffled words. It was discernable chatter but he could hear the emotions in one of the voices. Fear? Maybe concern? no that was definitely fear, but what had them so fearful? He had to get closer and listen in, keeping his presence a secret.
Positioning himself right where one could see individuals coming up the stairs, he did his best to perch himself right at the mid-level step in a crouching position, his eyes looking to a steak knife he retrieved from off a table on the way up here, using the reflection to see where their line of sight was. It was a useful trick he learned from his own paranoia, but in situations like this, it was something he was thankful for learning.
Luckily their eyes weren't fixed on where he was given the way they were sitting, so he took a chance. Taking a deep breath, he dashed from the steps and slid into the shadows of a wall, just a few feet from the duo. Oh, how the shadows were his greatest ally right now, even if he was still getting familiar with using them in this capacity. His heart was beating faster than he imagined it would, and he needed to calm the exhilaration rushing through him, using the knife to see if they had noticed him.
"Are you sure we'll make it out of there alive....it is the Warrens after all. And how are we certain this thing artifact isn't cursed or something? I have a wife and kid to think about ya know." the one voice asked and stated, which alerted Siorey that he had stumbled onto something interesting indeed. Now all that was left was to hear what was so important they had to separate themselves from everyone else.
It was apparent that this artifact was too precious just to be sold off to the highest bidder, and being a lover of knowledge and inquisitive mind that he was, Siorey wouldn't stand for it. He'd hold on to this information, but he knew he didn't have all of the story and needed more, and was determined to get it. The two men rose from their chairs and began to move, and he knew if they walked past him, he'd be in a world of trouble.
So Siorey played the part of being drunk, though this time he was sober, mostly due to the anger of them wanting to squander the artifact for money. As the two came to the wall he was eavesdropping from, the mage came stumbling out of the darkness and falling onto the intimidating man, by accident of course. "Careful there good sir, you shouldn't be moving around while drunk" he suggested, helping Siorey's inebriated self to his feet.
In that brief moment, he took a whiff of the man and made the mental note of that scent. He smelled of lilac and berries, a rather interesting and particular fragrance. It would be one I would commit to memory well. "Sorry.....*hiccup* sorry about that my guy. I guess..... I *hiccup* I guess I'm not as sobe........." Siorey began, holding up a hand as if pretending he was going to release the content of his stomach all over them.
"*hiccup* as sober as I thought. I think I'm just going to prop myself up on the chair" a wide exaggerated smile on his face as he slurred, watching the men make their way down the steps.
After some time passed, trailing at a safe distance, I watched as they shook hands, the brown-haired man returning the bar, and the "friend" making his way to the door. Siorey's eyes narrowed at the fellow at the bar, as he would come to the banister of the upper lounge leaning on it for support, keeping an eye on him. All Siorey could do was wait, wait for him to leave, and follow him home.
When the time comes he would strike and get the information he needed from the man.
"Common Speech"
"Mythrasi Speech"
"Inner Thoughts"
Sitting at the bar, there Siorey was, clearly drunk off his ass, a lightweight with liquor. He had been here to quiet the sounds of his nerves, to ease his paranoia of distrust among those who were around him. Because Dhasali wasn't with him this evening, he didn't have his buffer to calm his nerves, which forced him to this, drinking alone within the tavern.
At the bar, however, there was an individual who seemed out of place, he seemed nervous. He was at least 5' 9", brown medium-length hair with what could be hazel eyes, maybe brown. He didn't seem suspicious in any way but Siorey noticed he had been at the bar for quite some time without ordering so much as a beer, and that seemed rather off to me.
Normally when people come to the bar but didn't drink or eat, it meant they were waiting for something. But the one thing that tipped his suspicions of the man was the fact he was extremely nervous behavior. Watching his body language Siorey could tell he was waiting, watching the door for someone. He decided to see if he could get some information from the guy if he could.
"Hey....*hiccup* hey you...." Siorey slurred, trying his best not to fall over as he approached the gentlemen, placing an arm around his shoulder. When he looked at the mage, Siorey could see he was uncomfortable which was good. People tend to slip up when put in uncomfortable situations.
"Why....*hiccup* why are you not.....drink...drinking? huh? Why....*hiccup* is that?" Siorey continued to slur, looking to him, and was met with a chuckling and if anything a fake smile. Yes, it was a fake like the one you give someone who annoys you. Siorey was eager and intrigued to see how he would handle the situation. His curiosity was getting the better of him, and he had to know just what this man was hiding.
"I am waiting for a friend to arrive lightweight....it would be rude to start without him ya know?" he politely answered, his eyes looking to the barkeep for help. Noticing there was no help coming from the man, he continued the defense of his nondrinking. "Yeah... I don't want to get hammered before they get here, ya know? How about I buy a round booze for ya? Would you like that?"
Free booze was free booze and he wasn't going to pass that up, whether he was trying to pump information out of him or not. Nodding Siorey smiled and the man called for the barkeep and ordered several drinks for the mage. With a slurred cheer, he sat a few seats away from the suspicious male at the bar and downed the first shot of liquor that was brought over. With a flamboyant sigh and yawn, Siorey laid his head on the counter, eyes away from the man he had interrupted, and slept.
Content he had averted an annoyance he looked around, keeping it as casual as possible. Every now and again his gaze would shift to the entrance of the bar, looking out for whoever it was he was supposed to meet. Siorey could hear the drumming of the man's fingers on the bartop as he waited, it indicated to me he was becoming impatient, Siorey trying to sober up just in case, but not soon enough that he would risk him getting spooked and leaving.
"I hope he shows." he whispered, a look of worry and wavering nerves evident on his plain facial features. An hour went by and nothing happened, the man never leaving the bar in that timespan, and Siorey was still holding on to his lucidness a few seats down. It was killing Siorey, not being able to reign in the man and ask all kinds of questions, but luckily for him, he wouldn't have to.
The ting of the door opening as a figure entered the bar alerted the man on his arrival. He perked up, in a way an employee would if their boss happens to be coming, feigning to look busy as to not be scolded. The figure approached, and the one who was waiting at the bar stood and held a hand out to the man, who simply looked at it and then back to the man. "I take it you are the one from the letter?" a deep and commanding voice inquired, quiet enough for the one in front of him to hear, but just loud enough for Siorey to catch it over the normal moans and groans, grunts, and roars of the bar.
"Yeah I....." but he couldn't finish, the new figure waving him off as to not speak, causing the man to give a look of annoyance, but compliance as well. "Not out in the open, let's find somewhere more........private." he suggested, though to me it was more so a command than cautious advice. The nervous man shrugged and followed behind the other, finding one of the more private areas in the upper lounge, above all the noise and distractions of the bar below.
Several moments later, Siorey stirred, stretching his arms out as he looked to the direction the men had gone in, as there was only one way to the upper levels of the establishment. "How curious that was, I wonder what they are discussing?" Siorey inquired, the barkeep nodding in the general direction they had gone. With a nod of his own, the smirk on his face getting wider, Siorey paid for his drink, and made his way from the ground floor, and was on the hunt as he made his way to the second floor.
The two men, now in a secluded corner of the upper lounge, were in deep discussion, and as he approached he could hear their muffled words. It was discernable chatter but he could hear the emotions in one of the voices. Fear? Maybe concern? no that was definitely fear, but what had them so fearful? He had to get closer and listen in, keeping his presence a secret.
Positioning himself right where one could see individuals coming up the stairs, he did his best to perch himself right at the mid-level step in a crouching position, his eyes looking to a steak knife he retrieved from off a table on the way up here, using the reflection to see where their line of sight was. It was a useful trick he learned from his own paranoia, but in situations like this, it was something he was thankful for learning.
Luckily their eyes weren't fixed on where he was given the way they were sitting, so he took a chance. Taking a deep breath, he dashed from the steps and slid into the shadows of a wall, just a few feet from the duo. Oh, how the shadows were his greatest ally right now, even if he was still getting familiar with using them in this capacity. His heart was beating faster than he imagined it would, and he needed to calm the exhilaration rushing through him, using the knife to see if they had noticed him.
"Are you sure we'll make it out of there alive....it is the Warrens after all. And how are we certain this thing artifact isn't cursed or something? I have a wife and kid to think about ya know." the one voice asked and stated, which alerted Siorey that he had stumbled onto something interesting indeed. Now all that was left was to hear what was so important they had to separate themselves from everyone else.
"You have nothing to worry about. All you have to do is make sure to show up when the time comes, and you'll be a rich man once we sell off the artifact" the commanding voice assured
"And you're sure this thing is worth all this trouble, and that I'll get the money right?" the brown-haired man chimed, concern laced on his words.
"Don't you trust me? I've paid you well up till now haven't I?" the figure asked, a sound of legs crossing over one another.
"Yeah you have", the brown-haired one's voice admitted, clasping his hands into his lap.
"Good, now let's talk about your next task after securing the map." the robust voice began, uncrossing his legs, leaning in. "We need you to get two more hands for this job, preferably two people with combative skills. Like you said we are venturing into the Warrens and the more capable fodder we have the better." he continued, his tone more serious now.
"Of course, but why?" the other asked, to which Siorey mentally agreed.
"You don't need to know that, just know it's part of the plan, to ensure we get what we came for alright." he said with a chuckle
"Ok I'll get it done" accepted the other male
"Good, you are truly a brave man helping us in this endeavor. I can assure you once we gain this artifact we'll make a fortune on the black market, and you'll be a very rich man." he professed, and now the curiosity that spurred Siorey turned into venom for these two men.
It was apparent that this artifact was too precious just to be sold off to the highest bidder, and being a lover of knowledge and inquisitive mind that he was, Siorey wouldn't stand for it. He'd hold on to this information, but he knew he didn't have all of the story and needed more, and was determined to get it. The two men rose from their chairs and began to move, and he knew if they walked past him, he'd be in a world of trouble.
So Siorey played the part of being drunk, though this time he was sober, mostly due to the anger of them wanting to squander the artifact for money. As the two came to the wall he was eavesdropping from, the mage came stumbling out of the darkness and falling onto the intimidating man, by accident of course. "Careful there good sir, you shouldn't be moving around while drunk" he suggested, helping Siorey's inebriated self to his feet.
In that brief moment, he took a whiff of the man and made the mental note of that scent. He smelled of lilac and berries, a rather interesting and particular fragrance. It would be one I would commit to memory well. "Sorry.....*hiccup* sorry about that my guy. I guess..... I *hiccup* I guess I'm not as sobe........." Siorey began, holding up a hand as if pretending he was going to release the content of his stomach all over them.
"*hiccup* as sober as I thought. I think I'm just going to prop myself up on the chair" a wide exaggerated smile on his face as he slurred, watching the men make their way down the steps.
After some time passed, trailing at a safe distance, I watched as they shook hands, the brown-haired man returning the bar, and the "friend" making his way to the door. Siorey's eyes narrowed at the fellow at the bar, as he would come to the banister of the upper lounge leaning on it for support, keeping an eye on him. All Siorey could do was wait, wait for him to leave, and follow him home.
When the time comes he would strike and get the information he needed from the man.
"Common Speech"
"Mythrasi Speech"
"Inner Thoughts"
