Post by Xin on Mar 2, 2016 20:25:23 GMT -5
Henry looked up from the mug that he had been cleaning as the door swept open bringing with it a cool and bitter wind. "Welcome." The barkeep called out, eying the male who entered the door. "Shall I get you the usual?" The newcomer merely nods before making his way into the thresholds of the pub, stopping as he approached the center of the room.
There was an unusual silence about the place a few murmurs and whispers of discontent, the male noted those who were there. [Not many by the sounds of it] Nearing the bar, "You've come at a good time. Not that the times are good but we could really use you out there..." Began the Keeper as he set about preparing the Lancer's drink. Hot water. The cup was set upon the bar top with a hallowed Thunk as if to draw the male's attention.
'Tell me.. what do the posts say this time?' The Lancer, finally broke his silence. Shaking his head solemnly , Henry motioned towards the wall [where various parchments, and flyers had been posted , various tasks that needed to be done, varying in the degree of difficulty. For the would be adventurer.] 'A girl, gon' missing a couple of days ago we ave sent search parties but the mist is thick out there. The last Search party went out last night. They should be back by now, but not word nor sight of them.' he sighed softly, and left the male to his thoughts, tending to some of the other customers. However-- the bar was surprisingly empty and had definitely seen better days.
This was evident in the slanted sign which hung over the door indicating an overflowing mug.
The Pub sat on a well traversed road which lead to a nearby village and was often the first place that travelers stopped as they concluded whatever business the needed to be done. It faced a forest which was now shrouded in an unnatural mist which made it both difficult and dangerous to navigate. Which was partial to blame for the towns negative atmosphere. - Those low voices buzzed about the tavern as those patrons continued to discuss. Mostly about the recent events which had plagued the town.
Slowly, The Lacer approached the bar before taking a seat upon one of the stools. A sender hand covered in what looked like bandages reached out to take the mug which had been set upon the counter moments before, and deposited a handful of leave into the open top allowing it to steep in the warmed liquid . A bright crimson cloth-- bound the male's head, concealing eyes beneath. Clink he sets the lance to rest against the corner of the counter and his outer leg to his right. The male donned simple white cloak which appeared worn and tattered-- Slightly dirtied. Lengths of excess cloth draped from either wrist, brushing softly across the surface of the counter. For now the man merely sat in silence, allowing the words of the Bar Keeper to settle. Considering those words carefully.
Though he already had an answer prepared. The promise of coin implied as was any job offered within this place.
There was an unusual silence about the place a few murmurs and whispers of discontent, the male noted those who were there. [Not many by the sounds of it] Nearing the bar, "You've come at a good time. Not that the times are good but we could really use you out there..." Began the Keeper as he set about preparing the Lancer's drink. Hot water. The cup was set upon the bar top with a hallowed Thunk as if to draw the male's attention.
'Tell me.. what do the posts say this time?' The Lancer, finally broke his silence. Shaking his head solemnly , Henry motioned towards the wall [where various parchments, and flyers had been posted , various tasks that needed to be done, varying in the degree of difficulty. For the would be adventurer.] 'A girl, gon' missing a couple of days ago we ave sent search parties but the mist is thick out there. The last Search party went out last night. They should be back by now, but not word nor sight of them.' he sighed softly, and left the male to his thoughts, tending to some of the other customers. However-- the bar was surprisingly empty and had definitely seen better days.
This was evident in the slanted sign which hung over the door indicating an overflowing mug.
The Pub sat on a well traversed road which lead to a nearby village and was often the first place that travelers stopped as they concluded whatever business the needed to be done. It faced a forest which was now shrouded in an unnatural mist which made it both difficult and dangerous to navigate. Which was partial to blame for the towns negative atmosphere. - Those low voices buzzed about the tavern as those patrons continued to discuss. Mostly about the recent events which had plagued the town.
Slowly, The Lacer approached the bar before taking a seat upon one of the stools. A sender hand covered in what looked like bandages reached out to take the mug which had been set upon the counter moments before, and deposited a handful of leave into the open top allowing it to steep in the warmed liquid . A bright crimson cloth-- bound the male's head, concealing eyes beneath. Clink he sets the lance to rest against the corner of the counter and his outer leg to his right. The male donned simple white cloak which appeared worn and tattered-- Slightly dirtied. Lengths of excess cloth draped from either wrist, brushing softly across the surface of the counter. For now the man merely sat in silence, allowing the words of the Bar Keeper to settle. Considering those words carefully.
Though he already had an answer prepared. The promise of coin implied as was any job offered within this place.
