“K'lo, do you know how much those drinks cost that I just ordered?†I ask him this with sincerity, I never show my rage. I just make sure to use it to its fullest effects.
K'lo looks at me slightly confused, not ready for the shift in conversation. He gives me an incredulous look as he asks sharply “What?â€
I repeat myself now, “I asked you, how much do you think that liquor costs that you just drank?†I make sure to asj a little more slowly, but not to the point of insulting him, being clear and concise.
It's obvious from the look on his face he is unsure what to say or do. He takes a few moments to answer but in typical arrogant fashion K'lo replies “Mmm I have no idea. It would be most wise for you to not tell me I am stuck with the tab either. Bad things happen to stupid hyur that cross Nunh.†It is so hard to no roll my eyes here but I persist and stay the course.
“They cost 16 gil total K'lo. What do you think of that?†I genuinely have no idea how K'lo will answer but he is about to reveal a lot about himself me whether he knows it or not.
“Ahh, well if you are asking me what I think I will happily tell you. One, you should be careful not to speak out of turn to me again.â€
It is so hard for me to not strangle this man where he sits right now.
“Two, mmmm, 16 gil for city-swill like that? Very pricey. Maybe that's why you ordered it to impress me with your fancy suit and your deep pockets eh?â€
I sort of cant my head slightly, eyes closed as I give the slightest shrug to my shoulders. As I open my eyes, the facade is gone and the irritation is apparent. I turn in my stool, facing the bar fully and hold up a hand to grab the barmaid's attention.
“I would like my usual. Make it a double, put it on ice and grind a little sugar into it as well for me.â€
This makes the barmaid stammer a moment “Ah Mr. Vann, a drink like that with ice will cost 55 gil. Shall I put it on your tab?â€
A slight nod is all I give her as I start to totally ignore the man to my right, making him obviously seethe at least for a moment.
K'lo snarls to me “Did I ask for sugar in my drink, or gods-forsaken ice for that matter? You've ruined it! What kind of a fool pays nearly 60 damn gil for a ridiculous drink like that?â€
Now I put on the act of shock and surprise myself “You can't afford a 55 gil drink sir? I figured a proud Nunh like yourself could afford ten such drinks. Besides the drink isn't for you, its a prop.†I cut my words short as the barmaid hands me my drink. She put it in a crystal tumbler, with that giant orb of ice sitting in the middle of the drink to keep it cold and to melt a little water into the mixture. A rather fine and pompous display, exactly what I needed.
“Master K'lo, what do you do for a living? I was surprised with that grip of yours. It felt as if I couldn't even escape.†An obvious lie but I'm still feeling him out before I make my mark on him and finally depart for that shopping I've had my mind on for the past few minutes at the Sapphire Exchange.
“Mmm, I am a /mercenary/†He makes a concerted effort to really roll the word mercenary off his tongue, obviously proud of considering himself such. I turn back on my stool, with my 'expensive' drink in hand and regard him as he mentions his line of work. I don't drink from the glass I just simply hold it in my gloved hand, resting it against my leg.
“Interesting line of work K'lo, do you swing a sword around perhaps? If you would be so kind as to entertain me, tell about your most lucrative contract or assignment you've taken on so far.†I finally drink from my crystal glass, taking only a slight slip, enough to get the flavor on my tongue. I don't want to taste any sort of alcohol right now. I look to the Miqo with legitimate expectation to be impressed, knowing he won't be able to.
He takes a moment to consider me and my sudden interest in him. As he watches me sip from my own tumbler he takes his glass of whisky he had yet to finish from my first order and sips it as well. “Well bald-one, I was once paid a handsome sum of 700 gil to 'take care' of this little-lords problem. He had a man he wanted hurt so I did the hurting. Mmm understand?â€
I can never believe my ill-fortune at times. This Miqo is coming to me acting like some sort of supreme hardass and he thinks highly of himself for earning 700gil by most likely ambushing someone from behind to hurt them? I get tired of the hustle and bustle of the city sometimes.
[to be continued...]
K'lo looks at me slightly confused, not ready for the shift in conversation. He gives me an incredulous look as he asks sharply “What?â€
I repeat myself now, “I asked you, how much do you think that liquor costs that you just drank?†I make sure to asj a little more slowly, but not to the point of insulting him, being clear and concise.
It's obvious from the look on his face he is unsure what to say or do. He takes a few moments to answer but in typical arrogant fashion K'lo replies “Mmm I have no idea. It would be most wise for you to not tell me I am stuck with the tab either. Bad things happen to stupid hyur that cross Nunh.†It is so hard to no roll my eyes here but I persist and stay the course.
“They cost 16 gil total K'lo. What do you think of that?†I genuinely have no idea how K'lo will answer but he is about to reveal a lot about himself me whether he knows it or not.
“Ahh, well if you are asking me what I think I will happily tell you. One, you should be careful not to speak out of turn to me again.â€
It is so hard for me to not strangle this man where he sits right now.
“Two, mmmm, 16 gil for city-swill like that? Very pricey. Maybe that's why you ordered it to impress me with your fancy suit and your deep pockets eh?â€
I sort of cant my head slightly, eyes closed as I give the slightest shrug to my shoulders. As I open my eyes, the facade is gone and the irritation is apparent. I turn in my stool, facing the bar fully and hold up a hand to grab the barmaid's attention.
“I would like my usual. Make it a double, put it on ice and grind a little sugar into it as well for me.â€
This makes the barmaid stammer a moment “Ah Mr. Vann, a drink like that with ice will cost 55 gil. Shall I put it on your tab?â€
A slight nod is all I give her as I start to totally ignore the man to my right, making him obviously seethe at least for a moment.
K'lo snarls to me “Did I ask for sugar in my drink, or gods-forsaken ice for that matter? You've ruined it! What kind of a fool pays nearly 60 damn gil for a ridiculous drink like that?â€
Now I put on the act of shock and surprise myself “You can't afford a 55 gil drink sir? I figured a proud Nunh like yourself could afford ten such drinks. Besides the drink isn't for you, its a prop.†I cut my words short as the barmaid hands me my drink. She put it in a crystal tumbler, with that giant orb of ice sitting in the middle of the drink to keep it cold and to melt a little water into the mixture. A rather fine and pompous display, exactly what I needed.
“Master K'lo, what do you do for a living? I was surprised with that grip of yours. It felt as if I couldn't even escape.†An obvious lie but I'm still feeling him out before I make my mark on him and finally depart for that shopping I've had my mind on for the past few minutes at the Sapphire Exchange.
“Mmm, I am a /mercenary/†He makes a concerted effort to really roll the word mercenary off his tongue, obviously proud of considering himself such. I turn back on my stool, with my 'expensive' drink in hand and regard him as he mentions his line of work. I don't drink from the glass I just simply hold it in my gloved hand, resting it against my leg.
“Interesting line of work K'lo, do you swing a sword around perhaps? If you would be so kind as to entertain me, tell about your most lucrative contract or assignment you've taken on so far.†I finally drink from my crystal glass, taking only a slight slip, enough to get the flavor on my tongue. I don't want to taste any sort of alcohol right now. I look to the Miqo with legitimate expectation to be impressed, knowing he won't be able to.
He takes a moment to consider me and my sudden interest in him. As he watches me sip from my own tumbler he takes his glass of whisky he had yet to finish from my first order and sips it as well. “Well bald-one, I was once paid a handsome sum of 700 gil to 'take care' of this little-lords problem. He had a man he wanted hurt so I did the hurting. Mmm understand?â€
I can never believe my ill-fortune at times. This Miqo is coming to me acting like some sort of supreme hardass and he thinks highly of himself for earning 700gil by most likely ambushing someone from behind to hurt them? I get tired of the hustle and bustle of the city sometimes.
[to be continued...]
