RP: Short Swords, Short Words
Kelay Tavern
Xolin gives you a short sword.
- Lost First post - But, was just noticing the Sword, swiping it around like an idiot. Read: being an Ina*.
Xolin curses himself for not being stealthy enough to sneak a short sword on her person. Then again, dressed as he was, and lacking the level of guile thieves and assassins regularly employ on their marks, certainly didn't help him. As such he jumped back in feigned surprise ready, "Well damn, you noticed." His true voice was masked by a multitude of other voices produced by the mask he wore speaking the same words in unison. "Truly though, you looked suited for it given your appearance...no insult intended. Just seemed like you might get more use out of it than I." Xolin chuckled a bit. "Who knows what use you may find for it."
Ina can be a pretty sneaky type, but right now, the twin-tailed fox is busy closing the distance Xolin just made with his hop, peering with the same sort of interest that a child might have for a shiny new toy, "Now dat is a nifty bit a utility there. Ja do that yaself, or is that more like, uh, an acquisition?" There's a really big grin that accompanies that last word. " Mmm. Anyways, Ya'd have to say a lot worse to offend me. 'm not exactly equipped with dainty, 'n delicate sensibilities So, compliment received. I'll try not ta trip inta ya with it."
Xolin took her curious gaze as his cue to strike a more heroic pose, as if prepared to be forever immortalized in marble for the common folk to be mesmerized by. Ah yes, mesmerized, that is definitely the most fitting word...at least as far as Xolin was concerned. He stood proudly, head turned to look off into the distance like an adventurer debating his next step. This might make it harder for the foxkin to gander at his mask, but this pose must be struck! Despite this, he'd still respond, for it would be rude not to. "It is as you guessed: a utility of my attire!" speaking proudly, "And that is good to know, I have been known to be quite...eccentric in both words and action."
Ina reads the moment like it was a cheap penny dreadful, her hands clasping together in front of herself as she takes in the valiant figure that Xolin cuts in the room. What her 'hero' is probably less apt to notice, is that while "Trish" is checking him out, the stars in her eyes are reserved for any coin pouches she can see. " S'always the odd ones that are the most adventurous. But, uh, ja got any other knicks 'n knacks, or noteworthy bits of accoutrements that you might wanna showcase to an aspirin' adventurer. Not-quite-yet-extraordinaire." The foxkin's arms fold behind her back as she sidles over for any sort of demonstration or explanation. Really, she just wants to see if she can nick enough gold to cover her bar tab, before she exits stage left- and hopefully, Xolin's ego will provide all the needed cover.
Xolin , being the kind of carefree man that he is, might have fallen prey to her scheme. That is, if 'carefree' was the only word one could use to describe the man. What followed would be a frantic display of wide sweeping hand/arm movements as he spoke in quite a hyper manner. "Interested are ya?! Well let me tell you, it's all about out crazy-ing the adventure you're on and those with you! Partners can't keep up? You're better, keep moving! Traps abound? Move sporadically; unpredictable! Fight a tough opponent? Go crazy on'em, he'll never see it coming!" Xolin began trailing off with more outlandish examples and practically shook with unnecessary excitement at his own words. "...You know what? I gotta go! Adventure awaits!" And with that, he would promptly dart out the door. Where was he going and what was he doing? Who knows.
Ina also may have paused for a few moments during Xolin's speech, as his advice sounded keenly familiar to the modus operandi of her family. That said, his exuberant nature is the largest part of what prevented her from risking the possibility of an inconvenient surprise mouse trap, leaving her to just heave forward with a dejected sigh. "...'n now whattam I supposa ta do?" There's a sidelong look offered to Mesthak, one of the few bartenders she doesn't have an outstanding bar tab with. "...Well. Uh. Cards anyone?" The classics are the classics for a reason, after all.