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Tristessa Stonebridge
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« on: January 04, 2012, 05:29:07 AM »

Breakfast had been slow. Only Triss and her daughter, Claudia ate. The other guests had, apparently, had too much to drink or was too tired after the events of yesterday to make it downstairs. She was back in the kitchen, checking on the bread she had started to bake earlier that day. The smell wafted throughout the kitchen and made its way to the common room. She wondered briefly where Claudia was, but quickly pushed the thought out of her mind. She had to get things ready for lunch. Casting her eyes toward the celling, she wondered if any of the guests were up.

Pulling the bread out of the oven, Triss set it upon a counter and walked out into the common room to make sure that everything drink-wise was ready. Everything looked fine, so she went around wiping down all the tables, making sure they were nice and clean for anyone coming in for something to eat or drink.
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« Reply #1 on: January 04, 2012, 05:55:10 AM »

After breakfast, Claudia had quickly seen that there were no guests to serve. She had quickly moved out of her mother's eye, certain that if she were seen lounging about, she would be given some task or other. She was at an age where any work, if possible, should be avoided at all cost, even though the little voice in the back of her head told her that her mother could use the help. She shushed the voice with the argument that there was nobody there anyway, either yesterday's guests had gone away or they had taken a room and were still sleeping - even lazier than Claudia herself, that was a feat!

She had made her way to the stables to see if the animal was still there that had caused such a commotion yesterday, but to her disappointment she could not see anything. She sat for a moment, then suddenly decided that she was a pirate captain. Picking up a stick, she parried and thrust as her ship was being entered by an enemy captain. The yellow sands stretching away next to her home had become blue seas in her imagination. Of course, if anyone were to see her, she would immediately stop her game - after all, in view of others she was too old for that sort of childishness! But there was nobody on the terrain anyway, so she discovered treasure islands and battled sea monsters to her heart's content.
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« Reply #2 on: January 05, 2012, 06:09:27 AM »

QuŠel was not one for drinking until passing out, bar fights, or any of that nonsense. But she was one for a nice place to eat and sit. QuŠel had been traveling for days, surviving on rashions and constantly walking. All she could think about was a place to rest her legs. Then, as if popping out of her daydreams, a tavern was standing neatly in front of her. She didn't think twice about what she was going to do next.

QuŠel stepped inside the cozy looking place and discovered a woman standing inside. QuŠel, seeing that no one else was around at the moment, took the first seat she could find, and fell on the chair with a thud. All she could think about was how nice it was to finally be resting in a nice comfy chair, her next thought, was food.
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« Reply #3 on: January 06, 2012, 06:41:00 AM »

Triss noticed someone walk into the tavern. She breathed a small sigh of relief as she saw it was a customer. By the looks of things, she, for it was a female, had been traveling for awhile. Her clothes were disheveled and she just had that certain look about her. Triss also noted the pointed ears, typical of one of the Fair Folk.

Tucking the wash cloth into the tie of her apron, Triss approached the Elf woman with a smile on her face.

"Hello and welcome to the Thirsty Herald. Is there anything I can get you to eat or drink? Our lunch special today is Krakalimari with Weeproot Rings, which is just 5 sans, and our soup is Traveler's Stew which is just 2 sans." Triss gave a friendly smile as she awaited the Elf's order.
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« Reply #4 on: January 06, 2012, 07:32:07 AM »

QuŠel had been stuck in relaxation mode, staring off into the distance when she heard the woman speak.

The Traveler's Stew sounded delicious, "I will take the biggest bowl of Traveler's Stew that you have please!" QuŠel gave her order rapidly and excitedly, as this would be one of the best meals she'd had in a very long time.

She knew, or rather she was hoping that she would get her stew fairly quickly. There were no other customers at the Thirsty Herald at the moment, so she figured she'd be gulping down the steaming stew in a fair amount of time.

The woman who had been cleaning the tables was very nice looking, she was wearing an apron and had a smile on her face. She seemed to be excited that there was a customer, and worked quickly.      
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« Reply #5 on: January 07, 2012, 12:48:43 AM »

Jack sat perched in the saddle of her mount, Eleanor, trotting leisurely down the road in her journey to Strata. The saddlebags rustled and clanked with each step, her equipment jangling and shining in the early morning sun. The two had awoken only several hours ago and after packing up the camp, continued their trek south. It wasn't long before she came across the tavern and Jack scrunched her face in annoyance. If only she had stay on the road for a little while longer last night. A warm bed would have been preferable to the thin bedroll and small tent that she had set up. Oh well, there was nothing to be done about it now.

She turned Eleanor into the stables and dismounted, leading her into one of the pins. She had been watered and brushed earlier so after a pat on the neck, Jack made her way into the tavern. It was rather empty at this hour, only a single patron and a waitress were down in the common room. She took a seat at one of the many empty tables, tucking one of her legs under the other so she was half sitting on her ankle and draping her arm over the back of her chair. Her thick blonde hair was rebellious today and fell around her face like mane. The blouse she wore was wrinkled and needed pressing and her nose had a smudged of dirt on its bridge. To say the least, she looked a mess. She needed a bath and to change into some clean clothes but first on her list of to do's was some food.
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« Reply #6 on: January 07, 2012, 06:02:02 AM »

"One bowl of Traveler's Stew it is then," Triss replied. The look upon the woman's face told Triss that she had not had a hot meal for awhile. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw another customer come in. "I'll get that for you in just one minute."

Turning around upon her heel, Triss approached the table which housed the new-comer. A female as well, but this one was human. She, too, looked a bit worse-for-wear. Triss began to wonder if any of these people ever stayed at an inn.

"Hello, and welcome to the Thirsty Herald. My name is Tristessa. Is there anything I can get you to eat or drink? Our soup of the day is Traveler's Stew, and our lunch special is Krakalimari with Weeproot Rings, both of which are delicious. I do have other items to eat if none of those sound good." Triss gave a smile. Sometimes she knew she talked too much, but she would rather give the customer too many options as opposed to too few.

In the back of her mind, she wondered where Claudia was and if her father was ever going to get out of bed....
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« Reply #7 on: January 07, 2012, 08:23:51 AM »

As QuŠel finished her order, a woman with messy blond hair walked in. She looked just as disheveled as QuŠel, tattered clothes, dirt smudges, and eager to rest. By the way the woman sat, arm draped over the  chair and one leg resting on the other, showed that she had been traveling for days.

QuŠel was no longer staring off into the distance, but awaiting her much needed hot meal.
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« Reply #8 on: January 10, 2012, 02:27:56 AM »

"And that, crazy girl, is what you get for sleeping in." Laell lowers herself from the cart slowly, deliberately, stretching her legs in front of her with the first few tentative steps in the sand. A deep breath of warm, dusty air and she shakes out her blood-red hair, wipes sweat and dust from her face, and rolls her eyes at herself, catching the donkey's reins. "Come on, you crazy monster," she urges it, tugging on the reins, pitting her weight against its stubborn, absent-minded ignorance.

"Not now. Will you pleeease?", she begs, standing upright again, pressing her palms together imploringly. "There's going to be food and drink, and a nice..." she glances about quickly until she believes she's seen the stables, doesn't see anyone manning them, and makes a guess with "young man to brush you down, and grain! There will be grain!" Again she tugged, first gently, then with her might, and again it refused to budge.

"And I promise you won't have to pull the cart again all day!" She's stopped pulling to offer another incentive, and at those words, the animal's ears rise and direct themselves forward, its head bobbing slightly, and at the slightest touch, it follows her eagerly to the stables. In a few moments the animal is unhitched, stabled, and pleasantly working its way through a double palmful of grain - at Laell's expense - and her shoulders slumped, the red-haired girl makes her way to the most famous stop south of the desert, pausing to draw a from the well and splash some on her face, wiping off the dust.

Quickly she stands, and a wind from the north coats her face in a new layer of fine sand, which she in vain tries to remove, not trusting the water to serve her a second time, mumbling something to herself about wearing a veil. The door opens, and then slams itself directly in her face as a gust of wind whips through from the kitchen door, creating a temporary tunnel of forceful wind that tips tall glasses inside. Still, the smell of food and wine inside greets her in that burst of wind, and with renewed determination Laell throws herself against the door. It opens without resistance, and she staggers inside, clinging to the door, dropping nearly to her knees from the over-exertion.

Slowly, with lady-like composure, Laell catches her balance, clears her throat, glances about at the other customers, frets inside at the ridiculous image she must have made, and steps deliberately up to the counter. "Hello," she begins, sounding more uncertain than formal, "I would like a drink, if you could. I..."

In all honesty, the possibilities have stunned her. Bread she understands, and perhaps there's some correlation with yeasts and fermentation and sugars and occasionally fruits, but the very idea of sounding all professional and politely insisting as though she were some kind of connoiseur, "I'd like an, Artwine, if you could," and she could imagine pretentiously adding, "something from the early one-thousand-six-hundred years would be best." Which is precisely why she says none of that.

Not one word of the internal monologue makes any sense to her. With a timid stammer, she forces out, "Erm, something... lighter, if you could. Annnd a- a me- um, something to... some... food. Please."

Vaguely is she aware that if someone were to enter her breadshop and ask for a loaf of bread in any manner like she'd just entered this establishment and requested food and drink, she'd likely have laughed at them, fed them, and sent them away without bothering to ask for coin - just for the hilarity of it all, and at the thought, her face begins to burn a color not unlike her hair. Indignantly - at least inside, her expression stuck on one of vague confusion - she reminds herself that she is no charity case, that she possesses coin and that the coin she possesses is enough to get her all the way back to Bardavos, going around the desert, and that too comfortably, with enough left over to establish herself for a time back in her home city once she arrives.

The indignant thought burns in her mind, the blush burns on her cheek, and what might be peeling skin from over-exposure to the sun burns on the back of her neck as she waits for a response.
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« Reply #9 on: January 10, 2012, 03:24:30 AM »

Claudia had seen the first visitor of the day entering the inn, where her mother was probably doing some sort of work, and had ignored the woman. After all, her mother was more than capable of handling one customer. However, at the second customer who came trotting down the road on her horse, the girl hesitated for a moment if she should not go in and help. Perhaps not yet, two was still not too much, was it? Engrossed in this decision, she forgot about the game she had been playing. When yet another woman, this one with a donkey and a cart, made her way first to the stables and then the common room, Claudia sighed and decided that she really ought to go in and help her mother. Entering the kitchen from behind the building, she quickly grabbed one of her mother's famous cookies, then entered the common room, where she was just in time to hear a stammering voice saying: "Some food... please."

Oh, that was something she could help with. She disappeared again inside the kitchen - what with her short stature and the counter, probably nobody had seen her - and took a bowl from a shelf. She liberally spooned some of her mother's stew into the bowl, added a chunk of the freshly baked bread, and carefully carrying the bowl with the bread balancing on the side, she looked for her mother. Spotting her, she went over, making sure that nothing spilled. "Mom, who should I give this to?" she asked, keeping her eyes on her cargo. She knew that if she was not careful, the stew would fly all over the common room, and she really did not want that on her plate.
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« Reply #10 on: January 11, 2012, 08:11:58 AM »

QuŠel sat waiting for her food when another customer came in. She had blood red hair, and when asked what she wanted to eat, it seemed she couldn't say the words that formed on her lips. It took her a long while to order, she seemed to blush after she stammered.

QuŠel saw a little girl, who appeared to work at the taver, carrying a bowl of stew. QuŠel hoped beyond hope that the steaming contents of the bowl were for her. Her stomach seemed to wish the same as it gave out a low rumble.

She was itching to speak to the woman who came in after her. QuŠel is a rather talkative person, and was getting kind of bored, so she got up (legs aching) and walked towards her table. There's no particular reason why QuŠel was going to attempt a conversation with her, but it seemed fun.

But as QuŠel took a few steps towards the other's table, she realized she really didn't feel like exerting that much energy just for small talk. So she sat right back down, and waited again for her meal. 

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« Reply #11 on: January 12, 2012, 12:17:28 AM »

As Tristessa introduced herself and informed her of the specials, neither of the options she presented seemed appealing to her stomach. "Do you have any Taenish and perhaps just a glass of water for now?" Jack hadn't had the bird in quite awhile and although it wasn't her favorite, for some reason her mouth was watering just at the thought of the plump little Taenish.

She was in the middle of rearranging her tool belt and sheathed scimitar into a more manageable position, their bulk not being conducive to sitting comfortably, when the door was forcibly opened by a woman with startling red hair. Jacks brow arched into a somewhat startled and confused expression while the woman righted herself with as much dignity as she could. As the woman spoke and requested food and drink, there was a rather obvious stammer in her voice. Jack couldn't decide whether it was embarrassment from her unconventional entrance or if the stutter was a permanent flaw. In any case, it wouldn't be an appropriate subject to broach with a stranger so she put the thought to the back of her mind and leaned back in her chair to await her food.

Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the woman who was in the common room earlier as she stood from her seat at another table. She took several steps in Jacks direction before apparently changing her mind and returning to her seat. Odd, Jack thought to herself, wondering what had deterred the woman from her initial decision to approach her. Jack didn't consider herself a particularly intimidating woman, other than perhaps the scimitar that hung from her belt. She was short and slender and while she knew that she could be deadly with her sword, there was no way for others to predict her fighting ability. With a shrug, she stood and made her way towards the woman's table, grabbing an empty chair and spinning it around before straddling seat and folding her arms over its back.

"I'm Jack, in case you were curious."
Her tone, while friendly, was forthright and rather blunt. "Was there something that you wanted to ask me?"
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« Reply #12 on: January 12, 2012, 05:31:37 AM »

QuŠel wondered whether the woman thought it odd that she decided abruptly not to approach her. The woman didn't seem satisified with the specials, so she asked for Taenish and a glass of water.

After placing her order she stood up, walked towards the table QuŠel was seated at, pulled out a chair, sat down and said, "I'm Jack, in case you were curious." Jack introduces herself with force, but was very kind at the same time. "Was there something that you wanted to ask me?"

"Ha no. . . no, just wanted to do something other than sit here. I haven't been around other people for a long time, I've been travelling on my own. I needed time to truelly figure out who I was, and to clear my mind. Now that I've done all that, I think it appropriate I become my sociable self again. My name is QuŠel, nice to meet you Jack."   
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« Reply #13 on: January 12, 2012, 12:13:46 PM »

The door to the tavern opened once again an another woman walked into the tavern. Well, "walked" wasn't quite the word, more like "stumbled". Long red hair covered her face at first while she struggled to get her feet underneath her. Triss assumed this new customer was a human, once she caught a look at the woman's face, but she couldn't tell due to the face that her ears were hidden beneath the long hair.

The woman stumbled over to where Triss stood, awaiting the other woman's order. "Hello. I would like a drink, if you could. I...Erm, something... lighter, if you could. Annnd a- a me- um, something to... some... food. Please."

She seemed nervous, Triss thought, although why would she? Was she not use to people? She seemed to be well-dressed, but from a lifetime of experiences working in taverns, Triss knew that looks could be deceiving. But, she was a, hopefully, paying customer, so as long as she had the coin, then Triss most certainly had the time and product she desired.

"Something lighter? Might I suggest the Tulimon Grape Wine? And we do have several items for food, our lunch special is Traveler's Stew," Triss said with a smile. Giving the woman time to think, Triss turned her attention to Claudia, who had apparently snuck back in and had somehow read her mother's mind about getting a bowl of stew.

"And she even remembered the piece of bread, bless her..." Triss thought as she gave a smile at her daughter.

"Mom, who should I give this to?"

"Do you see that Elf approaching us?" Triss asked. She saw her daughter nod as the Elf woman appeared to think better of her decision and sat back down in her original chair. "If you could bring that bowl over to her, that would help me an awful lot."

The woman who had been patiently waiting sitting at the table had apparently decided what she wanted.

"Do you have any Taenish and perhaps just a glass of water for now?"

"Aye, we do have a couple of Taenishes ready to do," Triss replied as she made a mental note of the different orders she was receiving. A stray hand felt the pocket of her apron, discovering that the small pieces of paper she used to write down orders weren't there. Fortunately none of the orders were too difficult, so she felt confident she could remember them all. "The first cup of water is free, refills after that is a san, just so you know."

After Triss relayed her information, she turned back to the red-haired woman, awaiting her order.
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« Reply #14 on: January 12, 2012, 11:03:51 PM »

Jack knew that this woman was an elf but the way that she spoke belied her race. Perhaps she was just young, one could never tell such things simply by looking at an elf. Or maybe the majority of her life was spent away from her kinsmen. Then again, maybe Jack was reading too much into it. It matter little to her what the history of this stranger was but for the sake of conversation she spoke. "Well met QuŠel. What was it that brought you so far south? Are you on your way to Strata perhaps?" Her fingers picked at a splinter in the chair, idly pulling at the fragment of wood until it was freed. She rolled the chip between her fingertips for a moment before letting it fall to the ground. "If not then perhaps you might consider a short detour to the city? It is worth the trip if you are not in a hurry to get anywhere in particular."

It was true that if you knew the city well, it could be a pleasurable experience. From one side you can see the blue expanse of the Burning Sea, the two beaches south and northeast of Cape Strata are wonderful for sunbathing the day away. North of the city is the Rahaz-Dath Desert, from which sand is blown into the city and coats everything in a fine layer of grit. The heat and sandy wind keep most people at bay during the day and the real activity happens at night when the wind abates and the temperature drops to something other than smoldering. You have to be careful when navigating the unfamiliar streets of Strata at night however, one wrong turn and you could find yourself making company with people you'd rather not have met. But in Jack's mind, the shadier parts of the city are easily avoidable and worth the entertainment provided by the shops and taverns and musicians.

Jack noticed that she was staring off into a place that didn't exist within the walls of this tavern and mentally shook herself before returning her gaze to QuŠel. "Yes, I would firmly advise a trip to the city."
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