RP:A Lunch
Ohan sits at the bar, a half eaten boar leg in his hand and a chalice in the other. “Ya know Drargon..” he says before swallowing a mouthful of meat. “People these days just don't respect the wildlife anymore. I mean sure, you have your mountian men, like you do up here, and they go hunting and kill for food and shelter. I get, and can respect that. But its those that go around wearing the fur or hide of a creature simply because its in style. They don't respect the meat, they don't utilize the whole animal. No to them a wolf is nothing more then a coat, and thats just.. disgusting.”
Hildegarde had received word than an unwanted visitor had chosen to grace Frostmaw’s tavern, but rather than rush over there to confront the wine merchant, the knight had merely nodded and continued with reading and writing for a time before finally deigning to visit the tavern. “You know,” she said, immediately upon entering the tavern and catching some of his remark, “it is in our culture to use all of the beast when we slay it. Meat, fur, claws, teeth, bone. All of it can be of use to us.” A short pause is taken as the knight assesses Ohan in a quick and unsubtle glance, “Thank you, Drargon, for attending to our visitor. But this man is unwelcome here.”
Ohan rolls his eyes as he puts down the nearly cleaned bone down. He inhales slowly then turns around on his seat. “Lady Hildegarde, what a pleasure it is to see you again.” he waves her over then picks up the challice from behind him. “Come on over, grab a seat. Round's on me.” he looks over his shoulder to Drargon “If you could, can you grab two slices of the pie, and some cider for the lady here.” he glances back. “I respect and follow the code of using all of the beast when slain. Otherwise the beast has died in vain, and that's something that's just not right. As I said to my pal here. It's down right disgusting”
Hildegarde raised her hand ever so slightly in the direction of Drargon, who was already looking for his axe to deal with the suddenly unwelcome visitor: he was a man of duty and honour, after all. “I am no Lady,” she replied, “nor a Dame, nor Ladyship,” this quick explanation or refusal of title seemed to imply that Hildegarde had been called all of these titles at some point in her life and deemed them inappropriate or ill-suiting. But the knight approaches Ohan’s table, butt of her halberd tapping against the wooden floor with each step that carried her closer to the merchant. The Steward sat down with a gentle sigh, gently adjusting her longcoat as she deposited herself into the seat so it might sit more comfortably and she could access her pockets if need be. Drargon grunted at the order, but he seemed willing to see it through: eventually approaching the table with one plate with two slices of pie and no cider, only a tall glass of water. “Thank you,” she murmured to the giant, taking up the glass to sip from it carefully. With a nod to the board, the knight asks gently, “I take it, that was you?”
Ohan pulls five gold from his pocket and gives it to the giant with a nod of thanks before looking back to the woman. “I don't say Lady to mean anything disrespectful. Simply a way to acknowledge you're status as a knight. If it offends you then I offer my apologies. As for the post, it was me, my harvest from the island had just came in, and I was looking to sell as much as I could. Vailkrin and Kelay had bought most of my stock though. And finding one to travel here was impossible, wasn't willing to risk all of the profit I would gain on a delivery, and those willing to make the trek thought my price was to low. So, unfortunately I had to break contract with this fine establishment. And return his payment.”
Hildegarde shook her head, “The correct term for a knight is sir or ser,” she corrected, but her tone was informative rather than arrogant or hostile, “but it is of little importance. I just prefer to go by my name,” she admitted. “But you know you and your stock are not welcome here, Ohan,” she told him, “I made it quite clear to you during our last encounter. It is, of course, always unfortunate to lose business such as that but it’s a consequence of attempted thievery.” The knight leaned back in her chair, sole eye resting upon the merchant: “I doubt Frostmaw is really quite the hotspot for wine anyway, is it? We’re more… beer and mead.” Ohan shrugs “My customers are the bars, their customers are the public. He must have a need for it.” he reaches into his pocket and produces a paper marked with the date, on the paper is a receipt for returned 4 barrels of fine wine, 5 bundles of grapes, and a free sample bottle. At the bottom is a negative number written in red ink. “The order was placed before our last encounter. But I do have some news about that. Which may be of interest to you.” he grins as he brings his chalice to his mouth and takes a sip.
Hildegarde decided to drink some more water while Ohan took this opportunity to chat, the glass was half drained by now. “I understand it must be difficult to operate such a vast and growing business,” she remarked, in a seemingly genuine manner. “And what news is that?” the knight asked, evidently curious but not desperately so. With a slight gesture to the slice of pie, she murmurs: “It’s going to get cold.”
Ohan looks down at the pie with a smile “Yours as well.” he smiles “I was wandering around Cenril when I happened to run across one of the clergy there. Normally wouldn't have paid any attention to them as their bussiness isn't mine, but I couldn't help but notice, he had an amulet on his neck that looked very close to yours. I can't say if it was yours of course, but it did look very close.”
Hildegarde mirrored Ohan’s smile, “I like mine cold,” she replied. Whether that was true or not was unclear, as not many knew the eating habits of Silver dragons without spending an inordinate amount of time within their company. But as he retells his story of encountering a priest with an amulet similar to hers, the knight shrugged her shoulder, “Many people worship Xalious, it would be reasonable for them to bear an amulet similar to mine to show their devout faith.”
Ohan nods at the remark cutting into the pie he pauses before taking a bite “That would be true, but to find a Xalious amulet around the neck of a priest of Lore, that would raise some questions. Again, I can't say its yours as I don't know the client that hired us, but I can assume if one were to look hard enough, then they would find the client.” a shrug is given moments before the pie piece was moved from the plate and put into his mouth.
Hildegarde said to you, "It is of little importance. I am having a new amulet forged for myself and expect to have it within a few days."
Ohan finishes the bite and swallows. "Well then, Guess it's not worth the trouble to look into it." he lifts the glass to his lips downing the rest of it and stands. "With lunch being over, and business settled. Perhaps I should get back before any more of the watch decide to show up. Wouldn't want a repeat of the last time I was here."
Hildegarde shook her head, “It’s not something I particularly care for, Ohan, and you can let your employer… Jelko, was it…? know that I am getting a new amulet, in case it interests them,” she said in a nonplussed manner. “But perhaps it’s best you head off, Ohan, and do not return without prior notice. I would hate to see my guards waste their time.”
Ohan stands leaving the majority of the pie still on the plate. “Be well Ser Hildegarde, until next time.” he turns towards the door and begins to walk towards the exit.
Hildegarde said to Ohan, "Until next time indeed."