It was only a matter of time...

[aggregiopavali]

WHO: fenris and you
WHAT: Belligerent 'Vint seeking any excuse for a fight
WHEN: Very early Haring, before he goes on mission
WHERE: The Herald's Rest
NOTES: Moody elf herewithin... and he's looking to pick fights

There was alcohol involved. Of course there was. Probably more than was wise. But it didn't stop him from nursing his drink while in the tavern. Of course, he'd done it many night, but tonight there was something different on his mind. What, he couldn't say, but he was even more prickly than normal.

He wasn't thinking about how recognisable he might be, or anything other than how it stank that he'd come so far in everything, and yet here he still was, surrounded by his fellow countrymen - not only that? They were mages for the most part it seemed. But he wasn't doing anything about it, until someone nudged his elbow, and his drink was spilt. "Venhedis!" he spat out, turning to face whoever nudged him. A waste of perfectly good beer.

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[eolasemah]

"Ir abelas!" came a hasty reply, and Fenris would be faced with a pale wisp of a Dalish who already looked ready to run. She held up her hands, her wide eyes darting up and down his face and arms as she tried to make sense of his strange markings. This froze her in place for the time being; she'd never seen anything like it, vallaslin or otherwise.

[aggregiopavali]

He was used to the staring; ever siince he'd arrived, he'd gained more than his fair share of attention since he'd been here, even more so than Kirkwall. He put it down to the amount of elves there,

He growled a little at the woman who was staring at him. "What?"

[eolasemah]

Sina took a step back when Fenris growled at her, but she couldn't take her eyes off him. "Your..." She ran a hand over her own face, to indicate the markings. "...vallaslin." Was it vallaslin? It didn't look like any she'd ever seen, for any god.

[easternseaqueen]

"Sorry," said a voice that didn't sound remotely sorry, "Next one's on me. You look like you need it. And... probably stronger than that."

Isabela looked him over. She'd seen Fenris in many moods, and this one looked like he badly needed distraction from something.

[aggregiopavali]

He was about to say something sharp, but knew there was no point, not against Isabela. Not only did he actually like her, she would just ignore any insults. "I suppose you have found stronger in this place."

[easternseaqueen]

"Damned right I have. Given the lichen liquor a try yet?" she laughed. "Sometimes I have the boys send me something from the holds, but it always takes so damned long for it to get here."

[disgracedchampion]

Michel was still here on business and while he rarely frequented taverns for the scandalous and seedy places that they were, they were also good sources for information. Not only in giving information, but receiving it as well.

Normally Michel was more graceful when going about his business, but this evening it was particularly crowded...apparently the Herald's Rest was the only place worth being for anyone at this time of day. Did no one have anything better to do than ply themselves with alcohol.

So, unfortunately it was difficult to move without brushing up or bumping into someone. Apparently his latest victim was a particularly ornery elf, he did not speak the language, but he certainly knew Tevene when he heard it, and a curse even more so.

"Apologies," Though perhaps they was a hidden undertone that suggested there's more where this piss came from but Michel was too noble to say it out loud. Instead he did what anyone from a dying line of nobility would do, or a falsified lineage anyway and laid gold coins before him, "I'm certain this should suffice."

[foxsays]

One would think that after existing on watered wine and brandy for most of the trip to the Mire that she’d be drinking water but of course not. She’d been heading back to the bar to buy another drink after the little group she’d been playing cards with had finally realised that they’d be best leaving with what coin they still had instead of attempting to win it back. So back to the bar for more drinks and she’d been ducking out of the way of an elven serving girl, perhaps paying more heed to her than her surroundings when she heard the curse, or it sounded like a curse to her at least, loud as a gunshot.

“Ah shit, my apologies,, I’ll buy you another.” A coin flashed between her fingers along with an apologetic smile.

[fleurdesel]

"Excusez-moi, Ser-" A nudge into her had been a nudge into him- all she had wanted was another ale for Roul and as crowded as it was in the Tavern it was easier to send one of them for the entire order to the bar. Being bumped was common enough- bumping to spill? Less so.

[lettersfromhome]

The beer had sloshed nearby as well, catching on the skirt of a middle-aged woman sitting at a nearby table. The foreign cursing was the second thing to catch her attention, noting the bristling elf at her elbow.

Oh no. Not on her watch.

In one swift movement she'd pulled to her feet, a placating arm between the elf and the individual unfortunate enough to have stumbled into him. "Now, there's no need for that."

Her gaze shifted between them before landing on Fenris, her look somewhere between imploring an incredulous. Really. Picking a fight over something so trivial? "I'm certain they didn't mean any harm," she pressed on, gentle but firm. "And I'm equally certain that drink can be replaced, mm?"