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aggregiopavali ([personal profile] aggregiopavali) wrote in [community profile] faderift2015-12-02 07:32 pm

It was only a matter of time...

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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[personal profile] disgracedchampion 2015-12-03 11:13 am (UTC)(link)
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."