Post by Talen Mythik Aureon Gale on Jun 22, 2014 5:43:41 GMT -6
The creak of wood beneath his black boots wafted the familiar smell of rot into his face, stubbled jawline set with rigid tension before relaxing into an easy smile. The briefest betrayal of stress left in the wind outside, he entered the Ensorcelled Tavern, stride confident. Though garbed in black as if for secrecy, he paraded his presence with the arrogance of a man bearing fame. His full mouth grew a grin bordering smirk, the planes of his golden face filling with amusement as the occupants of the bar shifted to assess the entrant, eyes wary and glasses held midair in sudden judgment. Waiting until every face appeared turned, he lowered one glowing eye of cyan into an exaggerated wink as one hand rested loosely on the pommel of Drynwyn, welcoming any stranger to question his admission. Most looked away immediately, the chorus of protesting chairs signaling their discomfort, though a few slowly trailed their eyes to his weapon and paused. After several beats, the stragglers decided against the action brimming in their drunken haze and resumed their hearty drinking. Someday, they will not have to wonder at my identity. The fools will cower at the sight of me, the whores swoon and the brave toast my name.
Lightly releasing his blade as if his hand's position had been mere coincidence, he stepped toward the bar, posture straight despite the scrutiny just endured. The attention of inebriated strangers was not his concern. Now, the barrels containing mind-numbing clarity just behind the bar was certainly deserving of his attention. Raising a finger, he signaled for the barkeep, choosing against waking his bass voice in the cacophony of the Tavern's roaring customers. Mild irritation crossed the man's face at being summoned but, after a moment, he chose the wiser option and approached Talen. Better to appease the bandit-masked threat than purposely anger him.
Apparently, however, he was going to serve Talen the same and stood silently, waiting for the order without requesting it. Another smile flashed onto Talen Mythik Aureon Gale's face, charmed by the bartender's daring even as he leaned forward with deliberate purpose and, keeping the silent man's eyes held in his own burning cerulean irises, rested his scarred hands onto the countertop. Seconds blurred by as the two held their ground. Never going for his sword, Talen relied solely on his own prowess: the look of challenge on a stone face contradicted by a humored mouth. Finally, he raised one eyebrow, as slow as the muscle would allow, and held it in its perch of a final warning.
"What will it be, sir?" That's better. Having won the battle, Talen finally settled back into his stool, only to realize the bar was again focusing their muttering on his exhibition. At least this time they kept their eyes squarely in their sockets, forcefully averted.
"Your very best." And nothing less.
A curt nod from the barkeep heralded his departure into the back, no doubt seeking the most expensive liquid kept in the entire building. Not caring to restrain the low chuckle in his chest, Talen swiveled to soak in the scene before him, eyes boldly baring each occupant in leisurely time. No matter how long his heavy stare lasted, no one returned his surveyal.
He briefly wondered if the Elixir would return to him poisoned, but quick contemplation disregarded the worry. No, the bartender seemed a man who would gather revenge with a high pricetag, not with cowardly murder. Respect had formed in the barkeep's mind, even as anger and embarrassment raged currently, and that respect would eventually solidify into a trust Talen could find useful. Had he yelled or drawn his sword, he knew the outcome would've differed. Likely the bartender had a weapon sheathed directly underneath the bar where he had stood, ready to take any excuse to throw out the defiant stranger, and caving when none came. Not when Talen's hands were so completely innocent on the wooden surface, so entirely riddled with reason not to test further. The subtle threat, rarely utilized but almost always effective.
OOC|| I'm thinking they're in Ensorcelled Tavern maybe a year ago? I assume the relationship should be generally new (in today's time, I mean) rather than a lifelong thing. Since I didn't purchase any Elixir, I decided to have the bartender go in the back. xD And obviously this is pre-Guild.
@akira @moony
Lightly releasing his blade as if his hand's position had been mere coincidence, he stepped toward the bar, posture straight despite the scrutiny just endured. The attention of inebriated strangers was not his concern. Now, the barrels containing mind-numbing clarity just behind the bar was certainly deserving of his attention. Raising a finger, he signaled for the barkeep, choosing against waking his bass voice in the cacophony of the Tavern's roaring customers. Mild irritation crossed the man's face at being summoned but, after a moment, he chose the wiser option and approached Talen. Better to appease the bandit-masked threat than purposely anger him.
Apparently, however, he was going to serve Talen the same and stood silently, waiting for the order without requesting it. Another smile flashed onto Talen Mythik Aureon Gale's face, charmed by the bartender's daring even as he leaned forward with deliberate purpose and, keeping the silent man's eyes held in his own burning cerulean irises, rested his scarred hands onto the countertop. Seconds blurred by as the two held their ground. Never going for his sword, Talen relied solely on his own prowess: the look of challenge on a stone face contradicted by a humored mouth. Finally, he raised one eyebrow, as slow as the muscle would allow, and held it in its perch of a final warning.
"What will it be, sir?" That's better. Having won the battle, Talen finally settled back into his stool, only to realize the bar was again focusing their muttering on his exhibition. At least this time they kept their eyes squarely in their sockets, forcefully averted.
"Your very best." And nothing less.
A curt nod from the barkeep heralded his departure into the back, no doubt seeking the most expensive liquid kept in the entire building. Not caring to restrain the low chuckle in his chest, Talen swiveled to soak in the scene before him, eyes boldly baring each occupant in leisurely time. No matter how long his heavy stare lasted, no one returned his surveyal.
He briefly wondered if the Elixir would return to him poisoned, but quick contemplation disregarded the worry. No, the bartender seemed a man who would gather revenge with a high pricetag, not with cowardly murder. Respect had formed in the barkeep's mind, even as anger and embarrassment raged currently, and that respect would eventually solidify into a trust Talen could find useful. Had he yelled or drawn his sword, he knew the outcome would've differed. Likely the bartender had a weapon sheathed directly underneath the bar where he had stood, ready to take any excuse to throw out the defiant stranger, and caving when none came. Not when Talen's hands were so completely innocent on the wooden surface, so entirely riddled with reason not to test further. The subtle threat, rarely utilized but almost always effective.
OOC|| I'm thinking they're in Ensorcelled Tavern maybe a year ago? I assume the relationship should be generally new (in today's time, I mean) rather than a lifelong thing. Since I didn't purchase any Elixir, I decided to have the bartender go in the back. xD And obviously this is pre-Guild.
@akira @moony
