When the Paper Arrives 
Glade 5th, 121st AoS
A welcome morning had finally arrived at the High Hopes Tavern, after having spent the night drinking and... regrettably, engaging in the ring fights against each other. Patrick and Connor had a good bout last night, enough that there were a few bruises on his biceps, and poor Connor wound up with a good spot on the corner of his jaw. But damn! When Burt and Dom went at it neither one wanted to give up the advantage, so naturally, when they both tested one another playfully, things got serious quick as Dominik weathered Burton's nasty entourage of fists. His forearms had to be covered in bruises by that alone, but poor Burton would be feeling his skull ringing a bit. Such a nasty right hook.
Anyways. As Patrick finished jotting down the last bit of his afterthoughts in the journal, he looked up from the table he sat at, the maid's of the bar just now opening the bar as the Avialae who owned it came in. "You the Barnell guy my brother was referring to?" The rugged Synnekar inquired with a tilt of his head, the locks of his hair swaying as he approached the table. Patrick's eyebrow's rose as he eyed the man. More so the wings behind him, even if Patrick saw Avialae about every day now, he could never get over their size. Nor their presence. It was just so interesting to him, enough that he almost forgot to nod after he looked up to Rien. "Your brothers are crazy."
Patrick chuckled before nodding with agreement. "You should see us at family dinners." He remarked as the thick accent of the south weighed on his words, earning a favorable grin from the barkeeper as Patrick tipped his bottle to the man.
"Bit early for that, don't you think?" As Patrick saw the genuine flair of amused concern, he shrugged as the tilt of the bottle allowed him to sip down a generous swig.
"Sometimes beer and ale gets served with breakfast. Happens when you grow up in a tavern." He mused with a twitch of his eyebrows, which led Rien to shake his head and sort through several parcels in his hand.
"Talon asked me to pass these on, said to enjoy yourselves while you're here." Not that the lot of them hadn't already, as it was plain to see in Rien's grin to the Atinoran. Though Patrick grinned back as he accepted the parcel handed over, and broke the seal to reveal the parchment that had been signed by Talon. So. The bank had finished its paperwork then, and now the Barnells were legitimately in business in Kalzasi. The curve of his lips widened as he placed the document down next to his journal, a hearty grin now cast to Rien as he leaned back into his chair."Here in a bit, breakfast should be on the hearth, I'm sure Margo's been a fan of feeding you boys."
"She's been wonderful." He complimented as Rien nodded in agreement, a generous wave given to Patrick before he went along toward the office of the establishment. As Patrick watched him walk away for a moment, Connor had been the first to start walking down the hall, still dressed in his linen yellow shirt and beige linen pants.
Anyways. As Patrick finished jotting down the last bit of his afterthoughts in the journal, he looked up from the table he sat at, the maid's of the bar just now opening the bar as the Avialae who owned it came in. "You the Barnell guy my brother was referring to?" The rugged Synnekar inquired with a tilt of his head, the locks of his hair swaying as he approached the table. Patrick's eyebrow's rose as he eyed the man. More so the wings behind him, even if Patrick saw Avialae about every day now, he could never get over their size. Nor their presence. It was just so interesting to him, enough that he almost forgot to nod after he looked up to Rien. "Your brothers are crazy."
Patrick chuckled before nodding with agreement. "You should see us at family dinners." He remarked as the thick accent of the south weighed on his words, earning a favorable grin from the barkeeper as Patrick tipped his bottle to the man.
"Bit early for that, don't you think?" As Patrick saw the genuine flair of amused concern, he shrugged as the tilt of the bottle allowed him to sip down a generous swig.
"Sometimes beer and ale gets served with breakfast. Happens when you grow up in a tavern." He mused with a twitch of his eyebrows, which led Rien to shake his head and sort through several parcels in his hand.
"Talon asked me to pass these on, said to enjoy yourselves while you're here." Not that the lot of them hadn't already, as it was plain to see in Rien's grin to the Atinoran. Though Patrick grinned back as he accepted the parcel handed over, and broke the seal to reveal the parchment that had been signed by Talon. So. The bank had finished its paperwork then, and now the Barnells were legitimately in business in Kalzasi. The curve of his lips widened as he placed the document down next to his journal, a hearty grin now cast to Rien as he leaned back into his chair."Here in a bit, breakfast should be on the hearth, I'm sure Margo's been a fan of feeding you boys."
"She's been wonderful." He complimented as Rien nodded in agreement, a generous wave given to Patrick before he went along toward the office of the establishment. As Patrick watched him walk away for a moment, Connor had been the first to start walking down the hall, still dressed in his linen yellow shirt and beige linen pants.
"Common" "Norvaegan"
"Patrick" "Burton" "Dominik" "Connor"
"Patrick" "Burton" "Dominik" "Connor"
"Freedom is everything in the end."
