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WHO: Fingon and open
WHAT: Open log for Wintermarch
WHEN: Wintermarch
WHERE: In and around Kirkwall
NOTES: No warnings so far, will update if that changes

I. Outside the City

After the sheer misery that was Haring's weather, even the slightest uptick in warmth is a welcome relief. Fingon celebrates by getting out of the city as much as he can during the sunlit hours, wandering the Wounded Coast as he wishes. If there's hunting to be had or monsters to be fought that's fine with him, but it's the chance to move freely and simply enjoy the sunlight that he really wants.

II. Lowtown

It's no secret that there's no place for gossip like a tavern, and Fingon's come to like a few of the ones in Lowtown. The quality of the drinks varies and if that of the food did as well it would be an improvement, but the sailors, merchants, and travelers who make up the clientele are what he's really there for. It still feels like he's piecing together how this world works, and listening to its people speak in casual conversation is as good a way to learn as any.

On his way back to the Gallows he often browses the market stalls, looking for any sufficiently interesting trinkets to bring back to his kin.

III. Around the Gallows

Fingon frequents many places in the Gallows, whether pestering his cousin in the forge or on the training grounds. But at the moment he's in the library, the history books he's been working through temporarily shoved aside in favor of lighter fare.

Or at least, what is meant to be lighter fare. Noir fiction is more than a bit perplexing if you have no context for the genre, who would have thought?

IV. Wildcard

Have a more interesting idea? Feel free to hit Fingon with it.

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Korrin is working another shift at the Hanged Man, not behind the bar but before it. Though there's a drink before her, she doesn't pay it much attention, instead scanning the room for trouble. Friendly rowdiness is ignored, but any violence or threats of impending violence will have her ejecting the guilty parties, usually with the simple force of a woman who's at least a foot taller than the average human and with better muscles to boot. After ejecting a drunken pair that got nasty over a game of cards, she calmly strides back to the bar, nodding at the nearby elf that had to witness all that.

"It should be more peaceful, now...for a few minutes, at least."

The elf in question isn't much fazed by drunkards, but the sudden quiet is appreciated. He shrugs and laughs before responding. "Then we had best enjoy it while it lasts, I suppose. My thanks for saving my ears from the din."

He idly eyes the crowd in the busy tavern before turning back. "Is there a pattern to how rowdy things get in here?"

Edited 2018-01-12 07:37 (UTC)

She rests her back against the bar and shrugs, thoughtful. "The most basic one is the later it is, the drunker people get and the less restraint they have. Strangely enough, the perpetual drunks at the least likely to cause problems. They don't want to get kicked out of their 'home', whereas the folks who come in to binge and blow off some steam are the least likely to care if they get tossed out again and again."