[CLOSED] Dwarf business.

[ragweed]

WHO: Kit + Yngvi
WHAT: A meeting between two fellows at the Blooming Rose--er, not like that.
WHEN: Some time in early August.
WHERE: The Blooming Rose
NOTES: Dwarf shenanigans, probably foul language; will update if anything comes up.

LATE EVENING AT THE BLOOMING ROSE


Kit is no blushing virgin, but it still feels a little bit strange for him to open the door to Kirkwall's Hightown brothel and see himself inside. In the Deep Roads, there was no room for modesty when it came to dressing and washing and looking after oneself in the company of others, so it's not the lack of clothes on some of the hosts that gives him pause. He's not sure what it is, exactly. But in the main parlor, guests and hosts alike all appear to be enjoying themselves, and in varying states of inebriation.

There aren't many dwarves present at this establishment--at least, none that he can see just yet--and so he goes to find a seat at the bar to enjoy a smoke, and wait.
 

Comments

[inagutterson]

After last time he went out on the lash, Yngvi would rather it be in Hightown. The drinks are better here, less people might take exception to the fact that he's Yngvi then he can easily stagger back to his lady's estate at the end of the night. It took a bit of convincing to make sure he could even leave but he almost manages to swagger in, nodding to a face or two that he knows, more that he doesn't because yeah, a lot of faces have changed.

"How's it goin' mate?" Easy, natural, casual, not at all rehearsed or anything like that what are you talking about he wasn't dropping lines in the mirror to make sure he sounded like a person and that his face moved like a face should move as he drops into a seat. Less dwarf than Kit might be expecting. Maybe something passingly familiar about Kit to him but Yngvi hasn't survived to this point without keeping sharp. "This is where you get good drinks, isn't it madam?"

The serving girl smiles, probably because she has to, but Yngvi'll tip well regardless.