RP: Erry Day 'm Shufflin'
Summary: More new faces, & more Money made.
Kelay Tavern
Built and rebuilt, torn apart and set like stubborn bone, this tavern is the pinnacle of Hollow's entirety, wrought around the premise of peace, equality, and consummate amity. And of course, the old place had seen all of the three, but so much more. Dire markings of claw and steel cut deep into wall panels and floorboards. Set against the land's usual motif of destruction are signs of comfort. Twisting shadows and smoothing out a careful blanket of light with soft, quaint fires, a candelabra dangles down by thick cords, gripping the circular holder. Each twists up, converging upon the center, where they snake about one another and form a thick, secure anchor to Kelay Tavern's high, accommodating ceiling. The candelabra rattle now and again from the inn patrons overhead, pouring down globs of wax to the center of the room, which is wide and unobstructed. Cheaply carpentered tables and chairs grow outward around the bare dancing area, keeping to the rounded theme, and also keeping to a dwarven barkeep's avariciously born taste for 'economical' furniture. Hardly any expense has been wasted on the actual upkeep of the public center though, as can be garnered from the smell of deep pine, rich tobacco, and even richer spirits. Stairs twist away dimly near the high bar. And atop that side rests the inn logs, quill, and ink. This establishment's fine keeper, Mesthak, can be seen smiling out from his post at the bar, straight across to the room's always crackling stone-wrought hearth. Behind him, atop lofty shelves, sits an array of dark, amber, and clear liquids. Food smells waft from somewhere near at hand. A carefully printed and hung sign details the purchasable items here in the place of merriment, loss, laughter, and life. Also, tucked into a corner near one of two windows closest to the tavern doorway is a thickly papered bulletin board. A sign has been added next to the board that reads, 'The management requires patrons be fully inebriated at all times and that no curing spells be performed in this tavern-Thank you'.
Jonas says hello to Arlyeon
Ina straightens up a bit, pointed fox ears cresting up over her dishevelled cherry red hair, before offering a casual wriggle of fingers in Jonas's direction, at about the point she realized the hello was meant for her, "Hellooooo, right back at 'cha. 'n how do you do, at that?" That said, she tilts to the side, so she can focus her attention between the stranger, and the board- arms folded up behind her leather tunic.
Jonas being the friendly type that he is, smiles and says" oi be doin great thank ye fer askin. oi been ere fer a bit an I seem to feel like oim at me home" he finishes with a grin.
Arlyeon tilts her head first to one side, then the other, before finally redirecting her full attention towards the stranger, her long red and black fox tail sweeping behind her slowly, “Sooo, would you be a traveller as well? What's your- y'know- your deal?” As she talks, she shuffles across the room towards his table, if only to pause and inquire, “You mind?”
Jonas face seems to cloud over for a quick moment, but then he looks back up to Arlyeon and says "I don't mind at all, me oi always looked up to me grandpapa an his stories, so when he passed away there weren't no more stories aroun, so I made it me goal to find me own stories to make me home and me families home more lively for a long bit before I pass on also." and he reaches for his locket and clicks it open and looks inside and smiles at the picture of an extremely old gnome in the picture.
Arlyeon offers a cheeky grin, before sweeping into a seat opposing Jonas' position, steepling her fingers over the table, “Hey, no, that's a pretty decent goal ta have in life- collectin' tales tall 'n otherwise. I'm sorry, 'm gonna be a bit of a disappointment in that regard. No stories to really tell, but I can at least provide ya a bit of a diversion all the same.” It's in tandem with those words that she draws a deck of cards out from her sleeves and plunks it down onto the table. “You game, perhaps?”
Jonas perks up at the mention of a good game of cards, and then says "Thank you kindly for your offer! This'll be a great time fer us and i wish you luck with yer hands" with a big (well as big as a gnome can manage to look) smile on his face.
Arlyeon begins to shuffle the card deck in front of her, but she pauses for a moment, to offer the gnome an inquisitive, “So, just caring ta pass the time, or are ya the type ta only game when there's something at stake? Either's fair 'n all, really. Oh, 'n- what's ya name? 'm Trish. Traveller, 'n suchly, 'n so forth. Fer seriously.”
Jonas says, ”Me name be Jonas Creaty, and I like me gold, and I like me fun, and if people lose they gold they lose they fun, in me own opinion, so I simply wish ta play for the fun. “
(LOST THIS POOOST, but she basically doled it out for a game of poker – then asked what he did for work. N' if he was a bard, or sommat of the sort.)
Jonas looks off into the distance, and says "If its all the same to you Trish, I'd prefer my livelihood to remain me own little secret if ye don't mind me sayin." he looks down at the cup in his hand and pushes it away and says "me pa and ma would have loved to meet someone like you out in the hills, but you know, them hills be a mighty hard land to traverse so at the best we had the weekly traders aroun, and that was about the best we could do fer company."
Arlyeon can't help but laugh, the sound rich and genuine, before she casually settles the cards down in front of her, face down. “I doubt that, I really do. I've few talents suited to a hard land- 'cept maybe those'r related to a bit of tinkerin' 'n the like. Maybe they woulda found the tails 'n ears endearin'- but tha' novelty wears off.” She shrugs, “I can respect your desire ta privacy- though. All sorts passin' through here. I know the mages 'r awfully private 'bout how they turn a buck. 'n most others oughta be cause a' competition. ..You foldin', standin', 'r drawin'.”
Jonas looks at the cards and says "drawin, and may I ask what're your big plans for this world o ours?"
Josleen waves to you three kings.
Arlyeon taps the table expectantly, waiting for Jonas to flick over whatever card he was discarding- before she in turn slides a face-down card from the deck toward him. “Mmm. That is a question- innit? I suppose I've met a few neat folks. Even recruited someone to keep an eye on me.” ...Really? Blinky would probably facepalm if it had hands. “N' I got a bit of business with a mage- I think. Just been draggin' my heels on that second meetin', since it means I gotta start being right properly invested- and make good on the things I said. S'dangerous business, 'n I can't be sure 'm ready for it, ja know?”
Jonas says " my apologies", and flicks over the card onto the table with his small hands, "hate to seem like an arse not sharing me own, but how do you come by yer coin yerself?"
Arlyeon doesn't seem too keen to adjust anything with her own cards- simply keeping them as they are, even as Jonas receives a new one, “Mmm. I'm a bit of 'n odd ball, ja know? I do things here 'n there. Entrepreneurial projects- like-a helping people with ideas for the creation of certain ideas, and their production. Ch'yeah. Well, that 'n gambling.” She grins again, casually shrugging as she does, “S'a bad habit, really- since yer just as likely ta lose whatcha make 'n some cases, but I tend ta like my chances, y'know? Right now- I have a little idea bouncin' around my head, but I sorta need a patron for that...'n the material. The latter's more of a problem than the former...maybe.” She taps the table again, “You foldin', standin' or drawin'?”
Jonas eyes his admittedly terrible cards, looks at Arlyeon and smiles, "I think this gnome is gonna stand", and he places his cards face down on the table and leans back in his chair. he fingers something under his leather tunic."So ye are involved in with the mages guild eh? I tried my hand at magic once, never seen someone more surprised than my pa's flaming face, well, at least it was only illusion ,magic."
Arlyeon blinks a bit, genuine befuddlement flickering across emerald eyes, “Mages guild...? No, I was more...going ta be dealing with a privately interested individual. I'm notta mage- I just...can work with them, ta a degree. Ya know?” She scratches at the side of her head, before she shakes her head, and casually begins to flick her cards over. “Straight. Ace High.” A waste, really, but she couldn't really help it- luck was luck, and she couldn't really pick and choose when she was lucky. Only -how- lucky she was at any given moment, and even then, only by virtue of her own particular talents. “So ya got a gift for illusions, then? S'a good talent, that. 'n not a bad story, ta boot.”
Jonas Laughs "Oh no! The goal was to make a leaf look like it had dew on it! I messed up so badly my family made it a personal goal of theirs to make sure I never learnt magic at all! My pa wouldn't even look at me for 2 days after that little incident we had!" then flips his cards to reveal a pair of 4s.
Arlyeon actually looks -more- puzzled, rather than less, “Tch. Seems like a waste ta' me. Talent's talent, 'n all. N' making a fire seems more useful in making dew. Could scare off a wild animal, or somethin' like that- with that talent.” That all said, she can't help but shrug, “S'not my place ta judge though, really. Anyways- s'nice meetin' ya, short stuff- but I think I oughta quit procrastinating.” It's with that said that the foxkin begins to collect her cards, before casually extending a hand over towards the gnome, “Was a pleasure meetin' ya, ya know?” Whilst the gesture might seem innocuous at a glance, in truth, it is anything but- given that the fox is rather adept at 'borrowing' the luck of those she makes physical contact with. Even those unfortunate may serve as a source of good luck for the 'thief', merely incurring a deficit of luck on the individual touched. Should Jonas accept the civil gesture, there's good odds that his luck is going to sour, though likely only for a little while.
Jonas says "thank you for keeping a lonely gnome company for a little while, I get some trouble along everywhere I go but it's nice to meet a good person out on these roads." and then tries to reach out to grasp her hand but unfortunately for the gnome (so he thinks) his small 2'11 height just can't seem to reach the fox person's hand. But he has a stroke of genius and uses his walking cane to bridge the distance between the two.
Arlyeon, for a brief moment, might have appeared perturbed by the development- but the very genuine bit of laughter that ensues may in fact make it difficult to parse, especially given the manner in which she returns the cane shake, “Haha, no problem. I can always do with meetin' new people, n' all. 'M just glad you found my company to ya likin'. Any-which-way, I gotta head off. But maybe we'll bump inta each other again. More stories ta tell, n' more hands of cards. Take care, ya hear?”
Jonas says" I wish you better luck than I did in the cards today." with a smile on his face and then get out of his chair and exits the bar when he gets his walking cane back.