WHO: derrica, matthias, nell WHAT: dragging a demon out of a pond WHEN: cloudreach WHERE: some backwoods marcher village NOTES: no warnings, this is a wholesome adventure.
Tavern mingling is one of Nell's strong suits, believe it or not. She's left her staff upstairs, both to avoid drawing unnecessary attention and more importantly because it leaves her hands free to raise a tankard and aim a dart at the same time.
She hits the outer ring and jeers at the result with a lift of her mug, but she's laughing anyway despite that she's being solidly beaten by her opponent. A glance over her shoulder takes in her companion(s) and she lifts her chin and calls, "Either of you any better at this?"
Derrica's staff is absent as well, tucked beneath the bed upstairs. She's split her attention between Nell and Matthias, a little wary of the crowd they're mingling with. It's harder for her to predict people in hilly, remote areas. No one seems agitated, and the competition Nell's started seems friendly enough.
"I'm better at cards," Derrica answers, twisting around on her stool to flash a grin at Nell. "But I wouldn't want to clean out our hosts' pockets."
Cards sounds like a better thing to excel at than knives, right?
"But Matthias, I've heard he's talented with darts."
Nell lifts a brow at talk of cleaning out their hosts, part impressed, a little challenging. "That so? I'm not used to traveling with someone who actually wins at cards," she jokes, before turning back to toss another dart, better than her last shot but still not good enough to trouble her opponent. She follows it up with a gulp of ale and then leans around to look for Matthias.
"Is he? He doesn't seem like a darts sort to me. More of a...what's that Fereldan game where they run around in the mud with sticks?"
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She hits the outer ring and jeers at the result with a lift of her mug, but she's laughing anyway despite that she's being solidly beaten by her opponent. A glance over her shoulder takes in her companion(s) and she lifts her chin and calls, "Either of you any better at this?"
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"I'm better at cards," Derrica answers, twisting around on her stool to flash a grin at Nell. "But I wouldn't want to clean out our hosts' pockets."
Cards sounds like a better thing to excel at than knives, right?
"But Matthias, I've heard he's talented with darts."
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"Is he? He doesn't seem like a darts sort to me. More of a...what's that Fereldan game where they run around in the mud with sticks?"