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Her head was turned away from him, as Brynn allowed her gaze to linger towards the bar, but a knowing grin slowly curled upon her lips at his apology. When she turned back around, it is with her best self-effacing expression in place as she blinked back at him.

"Well then, Warren. Let us not be strangers. For Momodi's sake. Give this bard some tales to tell at her next gathering?" She took a step towards him with an easy smile, placing a hand on her hip. "I have heard of the troubles that have plagued the Jewel of late. But as I look around, it still stands in all its majesty. Despite the nasty tales of poisons and treachery. Those supposedly loyal to the Sultana turning against her even! I trust ye had some heroic hand in it all? It would make for a great story."

Kage blinked, shaking his head. "I did say food. I quote, '...but I haven't eaten so I want some food.' But no matter, what would you like to eat?" He paused as her words registered.

He slowly looked down at his chest, idly running his palm down it and frowned. "Am I getting pudgy? I went on morning runs..."

"Better watch out Kage. There's a reason I still get into fights. Maybe we'll have to start sparring again. You know, fun for both of us this time."

He grinned as he downed another mug of ale. He looked at Natalie a moment. "You should call him the new 'porkchop'. It'll be funny. Besides, since I'm 'unemployed', what do you think I spend my daytime doing?" He puffed out his chest a little, flexing, "you don't get this from ale."

Warren nodded along with the request.

"Stories make their rounds. The Jewel is tended to by some of the most wonderful, dedicated souls alive this day and age. While it's true there was a brief situation with our drinking supplies and it could be construed that there were betrayals and shadows moving in the wings, the reality is that these things happen."

He shrugged his shoulders with no real sense of excitement. "There was an assassination attempt. It was only stopped because one of the bravest 'Sworn in the realm sacrificed herself to stop it from happening. Her action led to the discovery of the attempt and the rank and file were able to put an end to the assault. She's a hero."

Natalie rolls his eyes as he flexes, "Spare me. If I wanted a slab of meat I'd go to a butcher."

"Besides, it's not like that weight does you much good. You probably have a hundred Ponze on Kage, and I think he'd be your match in a fight."

(07-26-2014, 03:39 PM)Natalie Mcbeef Wrote: [ -> ]Natalie rolls his eyes as he flexes, "Spare me. If I wanted a slab of meat I'd go to a butcher."

"Besides, it's not like that weight does you much good. You probably have a hundred Ponze on Kage, and I think he'd be your match in a fight."

He shifts in his seat a little, moving round a little, probably having had too much to drink. "I think my size fits me perfectly." In an Ishgardian accent, "there's just that much more to love."

"...But I was serious. Any time Kage, any time. No weapons, just for you."

The bard canted her head, arching both brows. "Ohh? A hero's tale ye say. Sacrifice and glory. And a woman, even better." She slid closer to the man. "Do tell."


"Who is this hero of the Jewel?"

Warren shook his head. "Wouldn't do anyone's reputation much good to have that sort of glory heaped on them. She's a hero, though. The embodiment of what the Oath means." His voice beams with a small degree of pride and admiration.

"You can write a song without a name. I prefer the ones that let you imagine, but that's just my opinion. Of course you're likely hearing my story and trying to fill in the blanks like I'm hiding something, if I had to bet." Warren smiled at her, peering back and forth between her eyes.

Kage shook his head, muttering "Do you see what I have to put up with? The menace is barbarian."

Kage turned to Franz and countered, "I fought with you when I was smaller and when I was not as used to being able to use my new form. Plus, I don't like to spar with people who relish it."

Placing his hand on her shoulder, Kage asked, "What plate of food would you like me to order, love?"

Brynnalia pursed her lips with an amused smirk. "See Warren? We are no longer strangers. Ye know me already." She tapped her lips twice with her perfectly trimmed nail, green eyes looking about. "But I will find out what I need to know, eventually."

"But one thing ye can do for me. And for Momodi's sake. It would warm my heart to know I know at least one friendly soul here. A paladin to boot. How about dinner? One of Momodi's best dishes." She gestured about the room. "Since ye diligently watch this place, ye must have recommendations. Perhaps with candlelight? Wine always tastes better in dim lighting." 

She spied the initials near him again. "Lest it offends anyone."

Coatleque finally worked up the nerve to stand once more. She turned and walked around the column and sidled up next to Warren, but she resisted the urge to pull him away. Her gaze fell over the bard with a half annoyed look.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am. Ser Castille already has dinner plans tonight, I believe."

She may have just been tired, or perhaps there was a genuine twinge of jealousy. Regardless she immediately regretted the next words from her mouth.

"Unless you can't work on an empty stomach, in which case I hear the crow is quite nice."

Aya covers her mouth with her fingers, watching the scene, excitedly, as it unfolds before her.

Brynnalia eyed the red-headed woman with a look, a wide-eyed smirk that hinted at both anticipation and amusement. "Oh?" She canted her head as she looked her up and down. "Recovered from yer fall I see. Sobered up fast enough." 

"And who might ye be? His bookkeeper?" She swayed closer to both of them. "Because dear kind Warren here was just helping poor old me feel back at home with some company. Ye would not begrudge a girl fer wanting a handsome specimen like that across the table, hm?" She winked at Warren, then at Crofte with a wider grin. The bard certainly was not shy.

She clucked her tongue. "Tsk tsk. Crows. Such gamey things are for those who waste time indulging in silly things like propriety." She shrugged. "I prefer to sample all sorts of meats." She gave the room a quick scan, noting quite a few men. "Chest or thigh? That would be my dilemma. Not hens or crows." 

Green eyes flickered to the red-head again. "Have ye sampled some recently? Ye look hungry."

In complete deadpan, he responded to Kage "oh, I'm so hurt. Is that really how you think of me? I suppose this menace will have to go break a wall or something later, maybe start a fight while I'm at it." It was of course, said in jest. Even he has had his full of fighting and violence for a while. 

He saw Coatleque make her way over to Warren and the bard. Asking the table, "think she's ok to stand?"

Coatleque recoiled at her statements, unsure of how, or which one, to respond to first. She just sort of stammered. "I... you... what?" She realized her mistake in getting into a battle of wits with a bard of all people. Then the remembrance of her earlier commotion came back to mind, pushing all other thoughts away.

"I am no drunkard! I am Lady Coatleque Crofte of her Resplendence's royal guard!" She managed to straighten herself as she spoke now. "And wot do ye care who I am to him?" Without focusing, her accent began to resurface in her speech. "Why if'n ye so hungry there are plenty o' other specimens over that way!" She waved her hand towards Kage's table.

"If ye are so famished, I suggest ye pick one o' them instead." Her expression changed to one of momentary confidence. "And I do not sample."