RP:A Trip to Frostmaw
Frostmaw Tavern
The tavern is slightly chilled, and more uncomfortable to those who enjoy the warmth that other buildings and inns have to offer. As you glance about you see normal sized chairs for visitors such as humans, dwarves, elves, and the like of medium sized humanoids that would enter and leave this place. Along all four walls lays a large oak made booth, suitable for its giant inhabitants to sit and enjoy their drinks and meals in comfort, among the booths lay various blood stained marks as well as chips and cracks along the surface from older brawls that had taken place in the passed. Upon further inspection, this massive tavern seems to have a skeletal head of a large dragon hanging from the cieling, wrapped and constricted in pale blue chains, while your eyes continue to explore, you notice a rather bulky and well toned frost giant behind the bar. Upon his left eye, which you notice is blinded, a scar travels down and along his jaw, traveling even further to his neck, and vanishing under the heavy clothing that rests on his chest. The large bartender simply watches you, awaiting to see if you are here to rest, or order from the menu, as well, beside the old giant awaits a massive sized war-axe, incase you would be here to start some trouble.
Drargon, the retired warrior, now bartender is here.
Kris was pacing around the room, a boy of apparently around three or four in her arms, head resting on her shoulder. He was sniffling and she was shushing the boy, cradling him against her chest. She looked tired but clearly cared deeply for her dark-haired son. He was sucking on his thumb, his other chunky hand clinging to her shirt. Somebody had a nightmare perhaps?
Trevalyn appears in the tavrn with his hands in the 'clapped' position, blinking and looking around. The dragon skull stands out first, then the axe, then any other details. The lycan peers about, meeting the bartenders eyes, then spotting Kris. His lips curl into a sharp-toothed grin and he makes his way over towards her, seeing her holding a young child. "Evening there Kris! You look exhausted. How's it hanging?"
Kris sighs heavily at the man as she turned to face him. "Zeke can't sleep..." She sounded tired. But then she remembers herself. "And you, what are doing up here in Frostmaw?"
Trevalyn shrugs. "Why not be in Frostmaw? I've never seen it before and it smelled like you. A rather good smell, I should say. Sweat, hair, skin, perfume, all that sort of thing. Hi Zeke!" He raises a hand in greeting but doesn't approach the mother and child, respecting their distance. "Plus, when you're not around I get into trouble. Now I'm safe. Huzzah!"
Kris watches the man with an expression filled with disbelief. She shakes her head a bit. "That's sad. Usually I bring trouble."
Trevalyn claps and grins. "You do? Excellent, we won't be bored then." He lets out a laugh and strolls over to the bar, buys something called 'Warming Ale' then returns to her. "Want some? Anyways, I'm not stalking you. I'm far more subtle when I do that. Erm, any reason you're watching your kid by yourself in the middle of the night in a sub-arctic area in a bar? Where's hubby, tell him chop chop. Vamp hunting hours a wasting."
Kris finds that she can't help herself as she sits now, laying her head against her son's, frowning deeply. "Ah, about that." She thinks what question to answer first. "My house isn't far from here. Made friends with a giant while I was pregnant with Zeke here."
Trevalyn gives a nod, pulling out a chair at the same table but across from her and sitting down himself. “Not a bad friend to have.” His demeanor changes some, still a bit aloof but a touch more… compassionate would be the wrong word. Not quite so forceful might be a better description for the human-form lycan. “Just wondered is all. Each time I’ve met you and the little bits of your background I’ve pieced together, it seems you have a unique situation going on.”
Kris smiles briefly at the lycan. "You have no idea." She tilts her head, debating on whether she should tell him or not. He did ask and there was no point in hiding it, she just didn't want his pity. "My husband is dead." And he wanted her to quit vampire hunting anyways...She sighs, peering down at the now slumbering boy in her arms, brushing that dark hair from his forhead.
Trevalyn nods again, a piece he’d thought likely but hadn’t known for sure clicking in his head. “Sucks, sorry to hear. Never been married but I imagine it’s not much fun. The losing a spouse part. I have no idea how fun marriage is.” He smiles toothily again. “Seems you’re doing alright though! Zeke’s happily asleep and there’s no demonic missiles flying through the roof here to try and attack some drunken fool like in other bars I’ve been to. Small victories, eh? We take what we can get. It’s kind of funny too about the vampires, I hadn’t met any save one and thought they were rarer then boom! In the last several days I’ve met three. One of them could smell me but not that it was me specifically so I pointed him towards this merchant named Albert who seems pretty shifty in the mountains.”
Kris simply stared at him, it was all she could do. He was probably the strangest man she has ever met. "You talk so much." Her voice was almost awed. All that rambling, the non-sense mixed in with all that made perfect sense, it was enough to make Kris want a drink.
Trevalyn gives a chipper expression and nods his head. “I have to. You’re dark, well, reddish orange and mysterious which means I have to be your talkative yet oddly likeable friend. This way, if we work together, we have witty banter for the gods above to enjoy. And if one of us is to die horribly it’ll be pleasant ol’ me so that you can feel properly angered and then go enact your revenge to lay my spirit to rest. Ah, drama!” He lets out a stage sigh, raising the back of one hand to his forehead. “Imagine it a bestseller now! Hmm, of course that means I’m dead. I’d rather save that for a later book. Does my talking bother you, dear Kris?”
Kris laughs. There was nothing else she could do. She shakes her head, rising from her seat. "No, no, doesn't bother me. I've just never met someone who talks so much. I need to get this little monster off to bed. Don't get killed, Trevalyn."
Trevalyn nods again, smiling and waving. “Be safe and don’t startle your giant roomate which could get you squished. I’ll see you around then Kris, I’ll be in the area wandering about if you need anything so just scream really loud and I’ll come running… or at a brisk pace. Running, I might fall on my keister.”
Kris giggles as she bundles her boy up. "Well then, don't run. Hate to have you fall." With that, she slips from the room, light giggles escaping her.