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 Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 4:24 pm
((Hey guys, here's an old timey term to use, "Larder" is essentially a fridge, it's like a mix between a pantry and a refrigerator))
Radiaas sat down at a table, he wasn't allowed to drink on the job, Seri's rules. But he could have tea, and had developed a taste for it, "Fayra, if you have time, could you make me a cuppa? Blood in please."
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 7:44 pm
Serenus has some tea to herself, it was what she liked. Peppermint with lemon. One of her favorites. She was exactly six pages from being done with her book. There was time to read now and days the Tavern was never that busy and hiring Fayra was a good idea for extra help. Two pages left and the ending was getting exilerating. Next to her cup of tea was the 'books', what needs purchasing and what they are making. It was what she was going to do next after her last page was done.
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 9:02 pm
"Of coarse" She said smiling at Radiaas. She went into the larder and grabbed a blood bag. She poured it into a cup and brought it out. "There ye go" Fayra placed it front of him. Fayra sipped her tea, Chai tea with extra sugar. It was getting cold. "Slow ain't it" She said to Serenus.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 1:21 pm
Radiaas sipped the bitter substance, it was quite good with the blood added. "Things are pretty slow, is there a festival or plague they forgot to tell us about?" Radiaas asked jokingly.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 3:54 pm
madyrn stands and walks to the girl and held out his hand, smiling," im madyrn".
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 4:10 pm
She was already emsersed her in tax books. "Mmh? Oh, well I dunno...all of this." Waving her hand around. No she didn't make much sense but she was writing feveriously with her glass slding up and down her nose. "We don't have enough divirsity here."
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 4:26 pm
The door swings slowly open to admit a short, slender figure. His graying hair is damp with rain, and his glasses gleam in the candlelight. His lip wrinkles as he sniffs the air. "Nice to find someplace out of the rain." He shakes himself, spraying water from his coat. Elaborate tattoos with cabalistic symbols wind their way up and around his neck, giving him a barbaric appearance. He sits down heavily at a table near the corner, leaving his coat open just enough to enable him to reach easily under it.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 4:34 pm
This newcomer looked like trouble, Radiaas growled just loud enough for him to get the point, and wrapped his hands around his weapons.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 5:57 pm
"Medium-rare, please," she replied. "And nice to meet you Madyrn," she shook his hand. "Not often I see one of our kind in this region". The stranger walked in and Ashes turned to look at him, watching as he sat down. He has a weapon, she thought.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 6:17 pm
Le'Minz removes his smoked-crystal glasses, allowing his unnaturally pale green eyes to sweep across the room. They narrow slightly at the unaccustomed light from the candles. He reaches down and unbuckles the straps on his leather gloves, removing them slowly and laying them on the table. Reaching into his pocket, he withdraws a piece of paper and places it on the table in front of him and begins reading, making the occasional correction with a pen he drew from an inner pocket of his coat.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 6:54 pm
Radiaas was watching the newcomer closely, he definatly had a weapon on him, and he smelled of gunpowder.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 8:16 pm
Fayra made Madyrns steak. "Hear you go" she said passing it to her on the plate. Fayra then walked up to Le'Minz. "Hello sir, what can i get you" she said smiling.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 10:57 pm
Perking her head up Serenus stared at the man over her glasses. Gentely she laid her books down and placed them to the side. Getting up we walked casually to the table of the older man. Hunter? She laied her hand cautionly onto Fayra's shoulder. "Deary, let me take this one." Her eyes were solem and telling Fayra to move onto another patron. Putting her hands on her hips she spoke softly but with kindness. "Welcome to the Bustiburn Tavern, what can I get you to start off with? Drink, a meal?" She wasn't going to let this one go. Fayra was staring down the back of Serenus' head. Radiaas would take care fo her as well as Madyrn. His taste, even time she breathed in she could taste the years on him. He was aged, well travelled, blood thirsty and a solider. She tapped her index finger on her hip, not out of impatience but worry.
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 7:45 am
The stranger looked up and smiled at Seri. It was not a pretty smile - all wide lips and teeth, far more predatory than even the fanged maw of a vampire in hunger. "I think I will have a tankard of your good ale, thank you. I'll be joining someone later at their dinner." He took off his glasses, meeting Seri's eyes. His ghostly eyes assessed her. "Oh, and I'll have a plate of your hash, if you don't mind. Heavy on the garlic." He set down three silver coins on the table; coins embossed with crosses.
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 10:10 am
Nodding in obedience she scooped up the coins and headed back to cash register. Something wasn't right by her and the garlic was a heavy hint. As she prepared the hash for him she had a golem summonded to chop and cook the garlic. She never would dare to touch it, it hurt and burned her. Getting a glass she frosted it with her ice spell and filled it with dark ale. She brought both out ot him and set in front of him with a clank. The garlic was getting ot her already. It made her feverish and light headed. "Will that be all for you sir?"
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