RP:Sansloi Arrives

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Kelay Tavern


Sansloi kicks the door of the tavern hard, her leg resounding with mild pain from the action. A sneer pulls the woman's face into a none-too-attractive look as she casts her eyes about the tavern. Never mind that she is barely clothed and absolutely weaponless. Never mind that her brains probably resemble scrambled eggs; no, Sansloi didn't care too much at this point. Her steel colored gaze halts when she catches sight of the giant bird thing. She'd only heard of those creatures, but they seemed.. well.. annoying. Giving an amalgam of a shriek and a laugh, Sansloi launches herself over a table, scrambling to get close enough to strangle the bird-humanoid-thing.

Veriun looks over his shoulder upon hearing the womans 'approach' shall we say? alltought remaining in his seat, he turns in the chair to see what the woman would do. or perhaps she allready knew. none-the-less, he seems... indefferent about it.

Sansloi tumbles haphazardly over the edge of a table, taking it down to the floor with her. "oof!" is all that escapes the woman’s lips; what quickly follows is the aforementioned table as it hits the ground, a loud though hollow ‘crunsh’ echoes through the tavern much to the dismay of Mesthak and Nancy. Scrambling to her feet, the human glances up quickly at the originally intended target; infuriated by a lack of response, Sansloi huffs quite loudly before walking over to the table nearest to the avian. Lifting her left leg, she scuffles herself onto the top of the table, legs crossed in a mimicry of daintiness. Crossing her arms over her chest, Sansloi leans forward, her eyes narrowed. “Yeh dun scare easily do yeh?”

Veriun smiles for no aparent reason and hails the woman with a slight movement of his hat-brim. "not quite. it was a respectable attept tought." he said with calm voice. as if commenting the weather. leaning back slightly in the chair as to make himself more comfteble. hiss arms along his sides and hands in his pockets.

Sansloi snorts rather loudly, simultaneously irked and bemused by the response. Up to this point, there was a sort of smile present on Sansloi’s face, but now, it faded entirely. Uncrossing her arms, the human lets her hands fall to the table. Leaning forward even more, Sansloi curls her fingers around and underneath the edge of the table, drumming them slightly against the wood. Her voice is low, bordering on menacing. “One day yeh’ll see. I’ll come back fer yeh and next time, yeh’ll either get outtah meh way.. or yeh’ll die.” Sansloi curls her lip into another sneer- a mirror of the same face she entered with- as she pushes herself quickly off the table, the motion aided by a small hop to the floor. Glancing around to the other patrons, she merely continues to snarl as she makes her way to kick the door once more; this time, on her way out.