O2 ♚ I'M A LONG TIME TRAVELER HERE

[slaveking]

WHO: Character(s)
WHAT: Several Rifters and native drop-ins congregate at the Tavern as advertised via messenger crystal.
WHEN: Late January (forward-dated for recentmost app approvals!)
WHERE: The Tavern, private room
NOTES: OOC plotting here! Feel free to treat this like a general mingle log, but I will be making empty starters below for specific topics for group threads/conversation. An infodump/glossary link may also be pending from Araceli/Church.

It's past dinner time. This provides a reasonable excuse to drink only out of the ale pitchers set up for the expected guest, although there's a little bread and salt pork set up on the one bench along the wall. Dozens of chairs and a few less tables are loosely organized into groups. There's no dais or marked center for the room, the bar room version of the principles of the Arthurian round table, all being equal in the private room. Which, granted, is only as private as the public announcement and common courtesy might enforce. In other words, that can't be a real expectation.

However, the other Tavern workers are watching the door and main floor discreetly, multi-tasking with running the usual evening business. It's not so different from any other night, not even for the involuntary immigrants gathering on the second level. Drink, talk, and get to know.

Comments

[wontforgetyou]

[There's a faint shrug on Jamie's end. While he doesn't have any particular problem with passing along information like that if he comes across it, he's not entirely sure it's anything he needs to worry about - not if what everyone's said is true, at any rate.]

From what I've been told, demons are just spirits. Unless a mage lets them in and then you've got one of those abomination-thingys to deal with, but that's not the same thing as a demon being human to begin with.

[Although it would make sense as a reason, everyone keeps telling him demons are spirits, so he's just going to with that. As for the rest of it...well, group or no group, keeping the meetings going would be a good way to pass along information, even if he's not certain about forming something more structured just yet.]

Passing along information's not a bad idea, I'll admit. But I don't know if we need one any sort of formal group right now. Like the lass said, if we form up something like that might give the indication that we're trying to get some power of our own and I'm no so sure that won't make us seem worse. We might need to at some point, but lets see how things fall out first before we decide that.

[lennethvalkyrie]

[Lenneth nods in general agreement as the two men discuss. She hasn't much else to add to the conversation at this point, and isn't one for speaking just to speak.]

[slaveking]

Sounds wise to me, [Marcel says, nodding his head.] There's preparing for trouble, then there's starting some. And this seems to be working out well enough. [He gestures a large hand at the rest of the gathering. In reality, he means more than the energetic chatter going on at the various tables. The fact that no one has burst in, skeptical, or with holy water (??) is meaningful.]

Hey. [he juts his chin abruptly, switching topics-- sort of.] You know, you've taken to this life pretty well, Mr. J. I've heard a little bit of Lenneth's story. But I gotta ask. What were you in your past?

[wontforgetyou]

[As they talk, his eyes flick between Marcel and Lenneth, taking in both their reactions. It seems like they're in agreement on that part of things, so that's one thing settled. Finding out a little more about each other seems like a it's not a bad idea, given that. But figuring out how to explain what he was is a bit tricky, and he winds up hesitating long enough to moisten his lips before he actually answers.]

Aye, well, before I left Scotland I was a piper, and a solider. After...I suppose you could say I became more of a traveller. Or an adventurer, maybe. Not sure how else you could describe going to different places and getting mixed up in whatever trouble happened to be there, to tell you the truth.

[lennethvalkyrie]

I have found that it depends what motivated you to do so. If it were simply of a desire to help, adventurer is apt enough. Mercenary, perhaps, if mainly for recompense. [There's no judgement in her tone. As long as there was strife, and those who could deal with it better than others, mercenaries were a fact of life. They were no better or worse than other soldiers, simply motivated more by a slightly disillusioned practicality.

After all, leaders betrayed. Money did not.]