RP:Just Another Day At Kelay Tavern
Synopsis Joan enters into the Kelay tavern for a little break, while there she meets a mage by the name of Harimilla, Inks happens to enter to buy a few bottles of wine and overheads the growing disagreement. Inks offers some kind words, and advice to Harimilla.
Kelay Tavern
Joan enters in a slow lazy manner, the vampiric healer having one of her very rare days off. As she enters the calls a greeting to the grumpy barkeep and a friendly greeting to Nancy. A bemused smile fixed upon her icy pale lips as she takes in the view of the brand-spanking new adventurer. “Ain’t you just the most darling little thing.”
Harimilla clutches her bag nervously, taking in the sight of the vampire. She felt uneasy, wondering the possible underlying intentions of the woman. She was suspicious of any being that was of dark and death origins, as she should, of course.
Harimilla said to Joan, "Greetings, traveler…" Harimilla narrows her eyes a bit before taking a sip of her beloved orange juice
Joan was not dark, look at all her purple! From hair to eyes and a very snazzy custom outfit, and obviously, Joan was with the healing guild. Why she wore her guild badge on a pendant around her very neck. “Uh, you okay dear?! I am with the healer’s guild, there is no reason to fear.”
Harimilla pointed at the woman. “But you’re a vampire! And what healer’s guild do you speak of? For I am new to these lands.” Harimilla surely had a xenophobic nature, based of her past. But she was more weary of vampires than the minotaur she had met earlier.
Joan blinks voided orbs at the newcomer, slightly taken aback by her behavior. “The only healer’s guild in all the land.” She points to her pendant badge. “And that is the very insulting tone of voice to someone that is just being polite and kind.”
Harimilla squints relentlessly. “Regardless, I don’t trust your kind. Or too many others, for that matter.” She looks down at her badge, but it didn’t spark a change in character. “Maybe if you tell me your name.”
Iintahquohae actually had some purpose to visit Kelay apart from passing through the tavern for a very early afternoon drink. She's visiting the elfin half of her family that lived in Sage, with Ma. Her mother already went ahead, which left the seamstress to meander a bit. It might be wise to get a gift for the visit, and her relatives did enjoy wine... She'll buy a bottle or two from Nancy eventually once she's stepped inside, but for now her attention, as it most often was whenever she visited local watering holes, was their bulletin board for any advertisements of note. She's tempted to add one for her shop, but noticed an older note of hers buried in the layers of messages. Might as well request supplies for her shops to rebuild inventory, then get to making instead of the other way around. So the seamstress does just that, after carefully pulling her old message up to the forefront.
Joan slowly crosses her purple leather-clad arms against one another as she gives the newcomer a once over in a slow measuring way, the vampiric healer trying to decide if she should treat the other woman in the same rude manner, “Look here kiddo, you are being a tad bit rude. I just started out with give you a compliment and you snap and answer in a tense manner. No one here is going to attack you, gods forbid.” She shifts her stance and cast a look over toward Nancy and the old barkeep before choosing to go with her better judgment. “My name is Joan Blackheart, yes I am a vampire, but I don’t up and just attack people. I have manners.” Unlike you, she wanted to add but Joan kept that thought to herself for now. Joan pauses to offer a polite nod of her head towards Inks as she entered.
Iintahquohae's vulpine ears swivel a little toward the sound of Joan's voice. Did she just walk in on the beginnings of a brawl? Her back is turned away from the scene, so she misses the vampiric healer's acknowledgment of her presence, but she does eventually turn around after finishing up her task. Nancy and Mesthak are likely busy, so when she does approach the bar, the seamstress grabs the attention of another server for two bottles of apple wine. Her relatives should like it, she thinks. If not, at least her mother will.
Harimilla frowns but decides to relax a little. It wasn’t the first she was called rude today. Harimilla apologizes to Joan. “Okay, sorry. I’m just weary of…people. Let’s just say, people. My travels haven’t been the most heartwarming, and some act like friends but one should take away the ‘r’ at times.” Harimilla clears her throat. “I go by Harimilla,” she says, eyeing the others who were also in the bar.
Iintahquohae had her bottles of wine and thought it might be time to head out, but the particularly tense human in the vicinity grabbed her attention. Her eyes leap from Harimilla after she's introduced herself, to Joan, and though she missed their interaction about vampires earlier, it wasn't too difficult to deduce what had the human on edge. Given the political climate -especially- when it came to those like Joan and herself, all Inks can do is produce a wry, tight-lipped smile to deliberately not reveal her fangs. “You're wise to watch your back, but most of us aren't...well,” she can't lie to the girl. “We can be monstrous, but you won't find someone going for your throat in broad daylight, in Kelay of all places. You're safe here.” She'll leave out the bit where she favored killing horses over anything humanoid, figuring that promise, while potentially reassuring, maybe a bit too gruesome.
Joan tilted her chin upwards as she gives the young human woman another glance, but it was hard to read anything from that look since her eyes were all one color with no iris. Yes, she was abnormal, even for the undead but almost everyone in all the lands or at least here on the mainland knew what Joan’s guild badge pendant meant, and she was generally seen as one of the kinder vampires. “Mhmm, still it doesn’t make up for that attitude, here in Kelay it is generally known to be peaceful, once you travel out of here and on to other towns then it gets dicey. Try a little bit of kindness next time you speak to well…anybody.” She’d roll her eyes and shake her head before acknowledging Ink’s with a polite hello and asking if she could join her for a moment, Joan had not been treated in such a manner in ages and it upset her.
Harimilla looked at the second woman wearily. Another vampire? she thought, recalling the ‘we’. She looked around the establishment, wondering how many other patrons were of the blood-sucking origin. Or even flesh devouring. It made her want to leave, but like they had said, they weren’t exactly trying to hurt her, nor implying it. If it weren't for being vampires, she probably would have never suspected them in this way of devious intentions. Harimilla huffed, not liking how she was reprimanded by Joan. “Um, I’ll actually do so as I please, thank you. One can never be too careful, but your kind probably doesn’t have to be too on guard, granted your kind tends to be the ones who…” She let her voice trail off, not wanting to provoke those thoughts openly too much, given the crowd. “Anyway, I only apologized because I’m normally politer, I don’t actually care much for whatever you think, regardless of what your part of.”
Iintahquohae actually disagreed with Joan's words and didn't move at her beckon for comfort over Harimilla's prejudices. Kelay was led by the Magikrios. He certainly maintained peace, but to say that man led without 'claws', so to speak, felt reductive. Instead, she opts for what she believed to be a truthful, but hopefully gentler explanation for the woman. “You've chosen a difficult time to come to Lithrydel, assuming you aren't from the continent. You'll likely find tension everywhere for a while. You're smart to watch your back, but like I said before...Nobody is going to try making a meal out of you here in broad daylight. They might try picking your pockets,” her shoulders rise and fall with a shrug, “But that could happen anywhere in the world.” The seamstress also knew that look on Harimilla's face well enough. A dislike for vampires that she once possessed, along with a healthy dose of fear for bloodsuckers. “I was human once. I get it.” After a pause in which the seamstress not so subtly looks the human woman over, she offers some more advice. “I'd avoid a city called Vailkrin. The undead and more vampires like us,” her free hand motions toward Joan and herself, “live there, primarily. I'd recommend Cenril. Mayor Valrae Baines is a human, and the city is wonderful. I actually grew up there. I live on the coast.” She's quick to add, realizing that Harimilla likely wanted to -avoid- vampires like herself, “The northern part of the coast. Well out of the way of the beach.”
Iintahquohae said to Harimilla, "You shouldn't have to apologize for being on guard. It's an understandable reaction to have. No offense taken from me...Harimilla?" She isn't sure she's said the name correctly but offers her own mouthful of a name too. "I'm Iintahquohae."
Joan had always counted on everyone knowing the healer’s guild badge symbol so she never really encountered such prejudice. And she was a rather reclusive person when she didn’t attend to the outside world as a whole. She’d offer a slight sniff as she kept her arms crossed before her. She was miffed but she would get over it and just let Ink’s speak for her also in a way.
Harimilla said “It’s not about anyone eating me in broad daylight, I’m not dull. I’m simply not fond of your kind, for very good reasons, which I assume you are vaguely aware.” She wasn't going to mention her history with them, not at all. “Also, I know I can hold my own. You wouldn’t have never seen me if I thought seeing your mind meant my morality was at stake.” She glanced at Joan before saying, “I’m here on personal adventure.” Harimilla felt like Iintahquohae was an exotic name. She wonders how many different types of people roamed these lands.
Iintahquohae had to grin. The girl bites back. A person with a strong will was always good to see, prejudices or not. “Definitely Cenril,” she emphasizes. She'd fit in with the locals perfectly. And an adventurer as well? Even better, though the seamstress had to assume the girl preferred her adventuring distinctly vampire-free. “Well, I hope your adventures are fun. Stay safe, Miss,” she recollects her bottles of wine and heads for the door, waving at Joan as she passes by.
Joan let out a hard heavy exhale of breath, she would not grow too upset, she was a semi-elder vampire anyways and she was always kind and polite to newcomers when she came upon them, it was not polite, as Ink’s went to depart Joan would offer a nod to her fellow vampire before turning to examine Harimilla once again.
Joan gave the human female a very hard look, “You insulted the healer’s guild, that isn’t a very smart choice. We go out of our way to help those in need. We are the ones that are always there for -everyone-. Next time check your damn little attitude, I should just tell you to go get bent and where and how long you can stick that nasty little mannerism of yours too after insulting a friendly -healer-." Joan just shakes her head as she stalks right out of the tavern behind Ink’s, Joan had reached her limit with rude little uppity damn children.