Chicken and Ale

The capital city of the of Rynmere, here is seated the only King in Idalos.
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Iarann Madradh
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Chicken and Ale

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The Ye Olde Inn was Comfortable and cozy, bustling with travelers and residents. Many fireplaces to huddle up to if one was cold. Though this was the hot season, and more so the fireplaces were just ambient mood setters for he patrons to spark all levels of intimacy. On this auspicious day, Iarann had found himself settled on a wooden chair near the back of the inn’s tavern. The heavily armoured man had been disarmed at the bar, voluntarily though the bartender may need a change of underwear after asking the violent nomad to remove his weapons. To emphasize his displeasure, Iarann would give the bartender a death glare every time he’d dare a glance back to where he was sitting.

Sides from playing cruel mind games with the bartender, the oversized mercenary was making short work of the boiled chicken he had ordered. He would wash down the poultry with ale as he eavesdropped on conversation all about him. Taverns were the best place to gather information on all the goings on in the realm. Its wading through the bullshit that was tasking to get right down to what was fact and what was not or what ever was closest to truth that he could believe.

In the distance he noticed one of the wenches, a homely plump lass, gazing upon him with curiosity. It had been ages since Iarann had companionship of the flesh unless you counted violence then that was a ongoing venture. He gave the woman a lop sided smile, his attempt of invitation, but it must have had been gruesome in combination with his horrendously disfigured face and unkept hair that was poorly combed over the right in attempt to hide the scarring. The woman looked as if she nearly gagged and she quickly hustled away to some other task that took her out of eye shot.
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Faith Augustin Champion
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Chicken and Ale

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She was here to meet her master, who had told her to be here at this time. Faith entered the Inn and she looked around, somewhat nervously; there was no sign of master, and so the young woman stepped into the Inn, completely unaware that this was, in fact, the wrong Inn and that master was waiting for her in another. She had got the name wrong, still not being used to Inns and so on, and she would be waiting here a long time if she waited until master came for her.

But she did *not* know that she was in the wrong place and so the young woman waked in and looked around. She was short in stature and rather scrawny in appearance. She was wearing a plain black dress because she had come here straight from work. Her skin was pale and hair long and black and tied back in a neat braid. There were two things noticeable about the young woman who looked to be in her late teens who walked to the bar. Firstly, her eyes were a vivid silver grey, pale like mist and unusual - all the more striking because of her dark hair. Secondly, and more importantly in this circumstance was the very obvious slave brand that she had on her neck, marking her as a slave from Andaris. The barkeep and she spoke, although their tones were hushed, and the barkeep frowned deeply, not pleased at having her in the place at all.

But since she was awaiting her master, he allowed her to go and stand (not sit, he told her sternly) in the back. This she did, moving with a slow calmness and going to stand in the quietest, darkest corner where no one could see her and so the sight of her would not offend. However, she made sure that she had sight of the door, so that she could see her master when he walked in. And then, standing perfectly still, she waited.

And there she would stand quietly. She did not move, she did not fidget. She stood eyes looking forward and only forward. After all, she was waiting for master and so she must make sure that she was doing so to the best of her ability. She did not pay attention to anyone around her, unless they gave her need to.
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