RP:Monster Hunter
Nikola "So how much would that cost me?" she asks Nancy, it is after all a request and from time to time the bar has to clear up some space for the board, they do need to get some payment for advertisements such as these, "We'll take a bit of a commission once the request is completed, till then, its pretty much free." she replies. The saurian smiling as she finally sits down and looks upon the menu. The barmaid posting the dragon's request on the tavern board as the warsmith ponders what to order. "I'm thinking... steak today. Give me about two orders of your largest pieces... and ale, no wait. red wine, a bottle." as there isn't much people in the tavern at this time, she is quite sure the man behind the counter hears her order. Watching him walk back to his kitchen as the saurian idly wait on her seat.
Demeter sat at a corner table, able to keep her back to the wall. Keeping grey eyes on who comes and goes, who was within the establishment. Making sure none of the Eldur sky tribe came inside looking for her, her cloak of illusion and mute sound upon her shoulders to keep the large charcoal wings hidden that are pressed tightly against her back to help avoid any more accidental bumps like what happened with Meri. Which in secret was a blessing, it felt nice to be able to tell someone she could trust and befriend what she was. Only a handful new her of an avian descent, rest she looked like an elven barbarian/viking. Her deep Icelandic accent gave her away from not being around these parts. Listening to conversations here and there, but the talk Nikola was having piqued her interest, zooning in on that one as the high pointed ears gave a minor twitch. Standing up to her full six-foot two height, spiked heels clicking along the floorboards that creaked from the weight of her. Moving to look at the board, seeing a request. Looking to Nancy, “Do you have a parchment that I may write upon?” She wanted to take notes of the items needed and see who within the Adventurer’s guild wanted to travel with her. Risk their life, deal with her grumpy demeanor. Possibly a lot of camping in dirty places, bitter colds, excruciating heat, wherever it would take them. Once Nancy delivered the needed items, she wrote down one wyvern ribcage side note Frostmaw with a question mark. Two firebird wings, no idea where that was so that had a question mark beside it. One Leviathan spinal bone, again a question mark. Folding and putting her own note away before looking to Nikola. “Ey, you put this recent one up, aye?”
Loravelle was sent to fetch water and foodstuffs for the trip north. This being some of the very first of the woman's steps out of the city Gualon, she finds herself somewhat out of place. Clutching a modestly-sized coin-purse and folded note in her hands, she wanders in. She is a woman of short stature, clad in plain linen pants and a wide sleeved overdress, dyed a deep green and closed with simple frog closures down the middle. A shawl-turned scarf, russet in hue, is wrapped about her neck for warmth. Pale grey eyes peer out to the thankfully somewhat empty tavern, and she makes her way to the bar for assistance. The note and coin purse are set on the bar's top for a server to take, read over, and offer the woman a puzzled look, before complying with the written request. In the meanwhile, she stands, gaze downcast, occasionally adjusting one of the wooden combs carved into crude floral designs arranged in her black hair to hold it in a simple updo.
Nikola turns her head toward Demeter and said, "Yep... mere minutes ago to be honest." she smiles, Nancy comes along with her drink as the meat ofcourse would take quite a while to be cooked. She raises her glass toward the other occupant of the tavern, "Ladies night?" she quietly murmurs before turning back to Demeter. "Yes, I am Nikola.. the Warsmith, that is my request." wondering what part of it needed clarification. She takes a swig of her drink before saying, "Ten Thousand gold pieces, though ofcourse some may find that amount a bit underwhelming especially with the number of items requested, It is negotiable, I could even provide my own services as compensation." the warsmith's name is quite well known upon this parts after all, from the King of Larket, to the Baroness of the Underdark. Even Shar of the Avians know of her skills.
Demeter glances at the newcomer, seemed nervous out of place. Granting Loravelle a nod, but nothing of a ‘hello, or hi’ would come from Demeter at this time. She was at this spot for business now, and that would overcome being social, something Demeter seemed to constantly fail at. “Good thing I was in here and overhead the chat between you two.” Raising her own mug, before taking a drink. “Demeter Viviane Alabaster, nice to meet you. Warsmith? So, say I would rather trade for a holster to hold six daggers instead of the gold pieces? I have more use of an item then I would gold, I can make my own gold elsewhere. But I do need something for my weapons.” Demeter would know nothing of Nikola, or the nobilities. She was not from here, she was from Eldur a far distant place. “What you think? I can also take this request to my fellow guild mates to see if any want to join, maybe they will prefer the coin.”
Loravelle shifted from one black-slippered foot to the other while she waited for the decently-sized bundle the server she slid her message to finish packing up her order, and permitted her eyes to wander. It was rare to be sent to complete tasks alone, and curiosity consumed her. Her name was scribbled down on the note supplied to the server; he could call for her when he was ready. So Loravelle explored what little one could explore in a tavern. The message board was of interest, but before perusing it she noted the look of another in her general direction. A timid smile curls upon her lips and she dips in half curtsy to Demeter. Averting her gaze, Lora looks to the board to read.
Nikola ponders if the other lady was a friend of Demeter as they have this sort of wordless communication, though the saurian focuses her attention more at the subject at hand, "A holster for your daggers.. Are you saying that you'd complete the tasks written on that quest on your lonesome? Or perhaps ask the other members of the Adventurer's guild to join you but 'technically' pocket all the reward for yourself?" confused, though perhaps Miss Alabaster here is the Guildmaster... could be. Finally Nancy brings over her meal and she began cutting them up with the knife provided, her magnetism controls the utensils as she continue to look at Demeter. "As the reward is negotiable, it could be increase further or perhaps the offer be provided to multiple people. Are you the master of the Adventurer's Guild? I find that a single person deciding the fate of the reward a bit odd."
Demeter lifted a brow to the one that smiled to her, Demeter not the friendliest of people around. Unless there was whiskey involved, she would talk easily then thanks to certain females that liked to talk to her or at least seemed too. Grey eyes drift back over to Nikola, “I would be willing to share the reward, but my part of the reward I would want a holster for my daggers. I will be fair to my guild mates, normally I would go alone. But with these many items, and what creatures I would have to seek out I would indeed need to have someone go with me. I am just a tactical member, I help train when need. But, truly I would not rip someone off for working at my side. I am not a thief like that. I will take your request to my mates, but let them know I do not want the coin. Now, if you want to split the coin and I just give you my part of coin back for what I want we can do that too.”
Nikola snatches the floating fork before her and takes a piece of meat from her plate. Getting a quick bite as she ponders a bit more upon the woman's word. "I see..." What confused the saurian the most is the cost of things. Miss Alabaster wanted a holster that could house her dagger, that's all well and good but in her head she thought the holster would cost ten thousand gold pieces, using the finest materials, leathers and metals. Her typical clientele are nobles after all, realizing her fault. She turns back to the woman, taking a sip of her drink before saying, "Your holster would be done easily, though it might be better if you ask your guild first. As there might be a number of them who wish to join this expedition, many others might have their own requests of equipment or arms. Once I have learned of all their requests, It'll be much easier for me to gauge how much would I deduct from the gold pool." as ofcourse the gear made would compensate for that.
Demeter nods, pulling out a leather pouch to grab one of her pre-rolled cigarettes. Lifting her thumb up as steam became to swirl until a tiny flame hovered above the tip, bringing it close puffing till the smoke was lit. Closing her hand around the thumb to put out her flame, exhaling the smoke in the opposite direction of Nikola. Turning to put her back against the tabletop, back to being able to see the entire room. “It is of a certain design to fit along a back that has-“she pauses to try to explain it, most folks did not have wings. “abnormities to it. What ever the extra cost, I can pay it. If my mates want to join, I will send word. Then a contract can be drawn up, signed and the exact amount per person to be equal. We can find a way to meet, aye?” Grey eyes stare upon Nikola’s face, “I know for a fact I am in, no doubts about that. Would you like to go over where these items could be found, or shall we wait till more mates are wanting to come along then discuss the details and payments?”
Loravelle – “Lora?” Her head whips around from the board to face the bar with a start, seeing the man with a bundle of food and water skeins to last until she and those she traveled with reached Xalious. Scurrying over, she retrieves the bundle and the change that remained in the coin purse. “You know,” the server says, giving the woman a once over with scrutiny, “Might want to pack warm if you're headin' for Frostmaw. It's colder than cold.” A solemn nod is her reply, cradling the bundle in her hands. A mental note is made – acquire more woolens if possible, for Mister Bradley before the trek through the mountains. Rebalancing the bundle in her hand to better examine her coin purse, she gives it a shake. There may very well be enough. With a nod in acknowledgment, she turns to depart and rejoin the caravan outside. Yet again her gaze wanders before she is out the door, settling briefly on both Nikola and Demeter. What fascinating folk there were so far from home.
Nikola toys with her meal a bit more before saying, "I'm not exactly sure to be honest, I only know rumors or that they exist around these parts as I have them in stock in my store as material." putting a few bits of meat into her mouth, quietly chewing as she try to remember. Finally swallowing down. "I think there are wyverns in Frostmaw... the Firebirds by the desert near the city of Gualon. Leviathans could be found in Rynvale." turning to the woman before saying, "Also. I have a secondary request, though I was thinking to post that request once this initial one is resolved, think of this one as... a 'test' or mayhaps a 'tryout'." smiling as she reach for her wine bottle to fill her glass. "Silver dragon limb bones, spine and scales." ofcourse as that would be a separate request, a different monetary negotiation needed to be conducted for that one in the future
Demeter takes a hit from her smoke, long and drawn out before exhaling it. Thinking as Nikola speaks, “Wyverns I have heard of in Frostmaw. Firebird, Gualon.” She wondered how large those could be and if she would need to reveal her wings and flames to calm them down in order to get close or even distract them. Possibly need a bow for this, maybe take the birds as a whole back to see what other materials, properties could be used. Inks, she might have use of the feathers that were not upon the wings. Leviathans, that one would be tricky. Where else could she sell the parts too? Things to consider and plan out. Knowing this adventure would take a while to do with the traveling to lands that did not sound like they were close. A map even. Another draw taken, “Silver dragon parts? You want to test I and my mates before we do this current one you have posted?” She nods to the board, making sure she is clear.
Xersom breasts the tavern threshold no less dramatically and yet no more theatrically than the hinged portal parting of its own accord, swinging open for the robed figure that ambles into the hazy room with the help of an old, gnarled cane. What can be seen of his body is covered in scarred etchings of words, familiar and yet foreign, but undeniable in the sheer feeling of heresy and blasphemy that one might receive to look upon the letters. As he steps further into the tavern, aided with the 'rat-tat-tat' of his cane, the door behind him closes in a 'creak', again of its own volition, submissive to the former demon.
Nikola simply nods at the woman's words, confirming it. "Dragon hunting is a bit dangerous, besides. If you and your friends finish this current task, I could provide you all with equipment as part of the reward which may improve your chances of hunting future prey." She turns her attention for a second to the newcomer, tilting her head as he is clearly not someone she has seen before. Unsure what to make of it but perhaps such clothes and equipment is much more accepted in these parts of the world, shrugging quietly as she turn back to Demeter. "The Dragon's Forge would be requesting several more things in the future, a profitable cooperation I say." smiling at the avian before returning to her meal
Mahri probably isn't too far behind the robed figure when the door opens again and the lycan walks in herself. It's been quite a while since Mahri has patronized this establishment but there's a glass of whiskey waiting when she gets to the bar. Good memory, eh?
Demeter ’s grey eyes looked upon Xersom, noting his appearance. Markings nothing like she has seen before, causing her to glance at her own tattoos filled in with black and crimson outline. Attention moving back to Nikola, but still glancing to each patron within. “That is something I do not like doing, is dragon hunting. I have a respect for dragon kind, but maybe I can find one that is already dying and help ease it into the afterlife then that be more acceptable. This is another thing I will have to talk to my mates about, as I have not seen a silver before. If it is that last silver in these lands, I will gracefully bow out. I do not want to end a certain race just for profits.” Demeter brows clung tightly, as she knew now that dragons were being hunted more if this Nikola wanted parts of dragons. Worry filled her over Caltarok, whether she would admit it or not, he is her best friend and someone she has vowed to protect because what he is.
Xersom doesn't seem to object to the killing of his kind, if he there's any care to it at all, or even Mahri's entrance and barside rendezvous. It is the latter, however, that elicits the twist of the corners of his faux lips, fake eyes twisting impeccably from his own position at the bar to scrutinize the well-known figure.
Nikola quietly finishes her meal as the woman continues to talk, she still have the rest of the day before her. Lots of things to do, things to buy to keep her shop in working order. Washing down her meal with her drink, trying to make best of bottle she bought before saying, "Not all dragons are sane. Some are young and dumb, others have hibernated themselves into starvation and lost their minds because of it. I myself am a dragon but pests are pests." she places down her glass and a few coins from her pocket. She turns her head toward Nancy, nodding her head toward the barmaid's direction as soon as the saurian gets her attention. Standing up from her seat before saying. "Hunt these first items for me, then if you wish to skip the dragon hunt then that's your own decision. Just make sure the guild receive the request." She moves to leave her table before saying. "It'll be best to leave emotions before conducting any business. Just my two cents..." before finally leaving the tavern
Demeter listened, she would do what needed, but would do her best to not harm a healthy dragon. She was shocked, but would not show it when a dragon wanted dragon parts. Again, with leaving emotions out. Something she was trained to do, seasoned warrior. If that is what she had to do, she would but seek other options just in case. “I will make sure they do.” Gives a nod as she leaves the tavern, leaving herself.