"C'mon, mate, wot's keepin' ya? Ya spittin' a whole Aldgoat back there or sumfin?" the barking voice called to the disguised Siha. The Lalafell doing the shouting gesticulated wildly from the stool that let her gaze angrily into the kitchen through the long window set in the wall. One hand detoured from its wild motions to point into the pub proper. "We gots a buncha starvin' blokes out 'ere! Chop chop!"
Of course, she couldn't have known that the person doing the shouting was, in fact, in disguise as well. Laughing Rina had similarly removed one of the workers at the Kobold Korner, the delightfully rustic little hole-in-the-wall that this meeting was going down, bells before and quickly adapted to the role of fiery little tavern wench. The tribal Lalafell had also been there at the raid, sundering the crates under the fierce blows of her old hunting spear whilst the Red Wings were distracted by her flamboyant Cap'n, so perhaps the Miqo'te was not as unnoticed as she might have thought... or have liked.
Inwardly, Laffy was grinning.
As for the star of the show, Capt'n Distractin' was easy enough to find. Not only was he sitting at a table alone in the middle of the otherwise crowded little pub, his was visually hard to miss. He still wore that overly pirate-y garb he had when he had assaulted their convoy to begin with, but his raven-hued hair was done up into an afro of all things - which was further accentuated by a horned little visor over his brow that gave him a look not unlike that of some crazed fool who was wearing a sheep on his head. Glittering silver eyes glimmered beneath the visor, and the pearly whites of his smile glimmered beneath those from within the confines of a finely trimmed circle beard.
Both eyes and smile were directed at the disguised Kiht and her entourage, and perhaps had been as soon as they had stepped through the door. Almost as if he had known they were coming. He had been resting contentedly with his hands clasped atop his stomach at first, but took a more languid pose once they drew closer. The crate he was using as a sort of booster seat creaked a bit as he crossed his legs and rested his booted feet atop the table, folding his arms behind his head.
"Well well, I was wondering when you would show," he purred as smoothly as silk, that Chesire smile growing wider as he looked Kiht up and down. "You must be new, though, for I think I would've noticed a Flame kitten as charming as yourself during our last meeting."
He laughed cheerfully at his own little flirt, uncrossing and then recrossing his legs. His eyes flitted to the Roegadyn and then the Elezen, his gaze surprisingly piercing as he looked them over. There was an intensity to it that was almost unnerving, as if he was evaluating their worth through little more than a glance. And perhaps he was. Still, he was just one lone Lalafell... wasn't he?
"Come, sit!" he continued without giving them much time to react to his flirts and his ascertainment, unfurling one arm long enough to lazily motion towards the empty chairs set out for them. Three chairs exactly, with one of a heavier make made for burlier folk. Returning to his languid position afterward caused his earrings jingle a bit, two little blue slime-looking things that seemed to be as just as cheerful as the Cap'n himself. "And regale me, if you would be so kind: what brings the Flames back to the Cap'n so soon?
Of course, she couldn't have known that the person doing the shouting was, in fact, in disguise as well. Laughing Rina had similarly removed one of the workers at the Kobold Korner, the delightfully rustic little hole-in-the-wall that this meeting was going down, bells before and quickly adapted to the role of fiery little tavern wench. The tribal Lalafell had also been there at the raid, sundering the crates under the fierce blows of her old hunting spear whilst the Red Wings were distracted by her flamboyant Cap'n, so perhaps the Miqo'te was not as unnoticed as she might have thought... or have liked.
Inwardly, Laffy was grinning.
As for the star of the show, Capt'n Distractin' was easy enough to find. Not only was he sitting at a table alone in the middle of the otherwise crowded little pub, his was visually hard to miss. He still wore that overly pirate-y garb he had when he had assaulted their convoy to begin with, but his raven-hued hair was done up into an afro of all things - which was further accentuated by a horned little visor over his brow that gave him a look not unlike that of some crazed fool who was wearing a sheep on his head. Glittering silver eyes glimmered beneath the visor, and the pearly whites of his smile glimmered beneath those from within the confines of a finely trimmed circle beard.
Both eyes and smile were directed at the disguised Kiht and her entourage, and perhaps had been as soon as they had stepped through the door. Almost as if he had known they were coming. He had been resting contentedly with his hands clasped atop his stomach at first, but took a more languid pose once they drew closer. The crate he was using as a sort of booster seat creaked a bit as he crossed his legs and rested his booted feet atop the table, folding his arms behind his head.
"Well well, I was wondering when you would show," he purred as smoothly as silk, that Chesire smile growing wider as he looked Kiht up and down. "You must be new, though, for I think I would've noticed a Flame kitten as charming as yourself during our last meeting."
He laughed cheerfully at his own little flirt, uncrossing and then recrossing his legs. His eyes flitted to the Roegadyn and then the Elezen, his gaze surprisingly piercing as he looked them over. There was an intensity to it that was almost unnerving, as if he was evaluating their worth through little more than a glance. And perhaps he was. Still, he was just one lone Lalafell... wasn't he?
"Come, sit!" he continued without giving them much time to react to his flirts and his ascertainment, unfurling one arm long enough to lazily motion towards the empty chairs set out for them. Three chairs exactly, with one of a heavier make made for burlier folk. Returning to his languid position afterward caused his earrings jingle a bit, two little blue slime-looking things that seemed to be as just as cheerful as the Cap'n himself. "And regale me, if you would be so kind: what brings the Flames back to the Cap'n so soon?
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