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ryanxwonbin · **09-25-2013, 01:07 PM**

"It seems we all have some stories we could share," Ryan replied with a smile and a nod. He could sense, particularly from Elisan, that the two were in particular leaving their origins and information vague. No offense taken by the Hyur; he knew very well it to be selfish to expect strangers to open themselves and knew when not to pry too deeply in their backgrounds. Instead, he decided to speak of adventure as they were of such kind and currently occupying an adventurer's guild no less.

"Have you two seen any adventures or jobs that would make a good tale? Pray, tell me if so. I am interested."

Fen · **09-25-2013, 01:43 PM**

Into the Tavern come two people, an odd pairing to say the least. One, a tall, brown-haired, male Keeper with mismatched eyes and a skittish look about him, carbuncle perched across his shoulders. The other, a male, dark-cyan-haired Dunesfolk with a sharp, observant expression on his otherwise adorable face. The two make their way to the counter to order their drinks, both asking for tea. Party folks, these two.

And so, drinks in their hands, they venture to the tavern proper, searching for a good place to settle down in. A large Highlander walks a bit too close for comfort to the Keeper and the young man backs up, bumping his rear against the edge of the nearby table full of people ((y'all)). The poor Miqo'te jumps a foot into the air in surprise, face suddenly as red as an apple. The carbuncle previously atop his shoulders leaps to the floor and watches with big, blank eyes the coming spectacle.

His Lalafell friend seems absent, separated, somehow, so the Keeper turns around, face red, and begins his attempt at words, "E-er... S-sorry... There was a... and... um... h-he... so I... um... and then... ah... erm... Sorry..."

KieairaKitty · **09-25-2013, 02:42 PM**

Kieaira fiddled with her fingers as she tried to think of how to respond to Ryan without sounding dull, shifting in her seat as she peered around the Tavern, her eyes landing on the male Miqo'te and she froze.

Her heart began pounding in her chest, and to any that were paying attention a look of anxiety would cross her eyes. As he backed away from the Highlander and right into their table, she let out a startled cry and jumped from her chair, once more backing into the pole nearby.

She swallowed hard as she stared at the Keeper, and though a small sigh of relief would escape her lips, she still felt on edge. He's a Keeper, don't worry. She told herself, though her stance would remain defensive. Her lips pursed together tightly, and her slight fear could be easily misinterpreted as anger towards the other Keeper.

IncubusManatee · **09-25-2013, 03:50 PM**

Warm air was slowly pulled into ragged lungs as Baer woke up upon the Inn-bed he had rented for the night. A single hand moving to feel his face. Last night was rough...

He thought as his digits felt over the multiple bruises along his face. Especially the one which had altered his eye socket color. Several small cuts had also opened up on his face again. Making the usual youthful looking man appear more of his age. Showing the deep wrinkles around his eyes and mouth. Rivulets of dried caked-on blood filling the crevices it could from where the injuries had opened.Â

Atleast my eye didin't shut from the swelling!

Thinking rather cheerily as he felt the 'Shiner' he had. Leaning up from the bed he walked over to pick up some of his clothes which he had within a small travelling sack. Throwing on a simple light-pink open shirt with wide cuff's, and slipping on his leather boots with dark grey trouser's. Just so he looked a little less...exposed when he left the room.

It took him awhile until he realized that he was still wearing his handwraps from the night before, stained with blood and dirtied from a pristine white to mottled brown. Deciding to leave them on for the moment as he exited the Inn room and began a small trek into the main reception area and bar.Â

With his long gait-it did not take long for him to enter the Hourglass Inn and delve into the depths of the Quicksand. Moving past some of the patrons whom had congregated within to find a seat at a table not far away. Not intentionally getting too close-but obviously enough to surprise one of the group. A Keeper to be exact. With a Compatriot Lalafell.Â

At the catkin's response, the large man stopped in his tracks and put up his hands. "Sorry about that! Did I bump into you or something?" Deep voice carrying quite well. A bright smile on his face-in utter contrast to the grisly visage which is his face at the moment. Even his hair had a bit of blood-and sand in it. The braided crimson strands coated on all sides with granules, though only one had dried blood on it.Â

Though it wasn't just the male whom had reacted rather...jumpily, it was a female at a nearby table with a friend it seemed. Both seeming rather offput and skittish from the large man's presence in a rather cascading manner. One thing lead to another in this case.Â

((Hope you don't mind I parrot off the Hyur Highlander in your last post's, if so, I can rewrite this all))

elisan · **09-25-2013, 04:14 PM**

Elisan had been listening to Kieaira start to speak when the table was flooded with sudden commotion. The miqo'te male was bumped into, he in turn bumped the table which sent the poor girl flying in a full out retreat. Observation, even casually, would note her unease with most. It seemed particularly worse around males and tripley so males of her own race. Somewhere in the back of her mind she wondered at what terrible things the girl must have endured to be so terrified of social interactions with her own people. The highlander turned to address them and apologize and the pale elezen woman rose with a warm smile, sliding to put herself casually between the displaced Kieaira and the men around them. The witch was tall, even for one of her people. "Truly, it was an accident. No harm's been done". Crimson eyes fell on the carbuncle briefly before moving to the dunesfolk and his companion. "is everyone alright then?"

Fen · **09-25-2013, 04:38 PM**

((Oh, not at all! Nice job wiggling in! Big Grin

))

The Keeper seemed nearly in a tizzy, looking back and forth between the apparently angry woman and the tall, imposing man. Face bright red, he adopted an intensely apologetic, borderline fearful expression, "I-I... er... n-no, s-sir, you... It was... m-my fault... ah... M-ma'am!" he exclaimed with unintentional gusto, "I, ah... I didn't... I mean... I... you... we... um... Nrgh... words..." The frantic man finally gave up on babbling with a sigh, grimacing to himself and nodding thankfully to the Elezen woman. Nearby, the carbuncle made an impressive leap onto his shoulders once more.

"...Aartur, what are you doing?" came a voice several heads below most. The Dunesfolk looked sternly to the male Keeper before looking up to the others, "...Apologies, he tends to be rather timid, even by Keeper standards. He means no harm, I assure you, nor any insult." The Lalafell's voice was about the average, high tone of most of his race, though notably serious to match his expression.

IncubusManatee · **09-25-2013, 04:45 PM**

Baer gave a small nod to Elis, as she spoke up. "That's good to know. Thought I caused a ruckus again. I must agree with your words-Miss, is everyone alright?" Opening up his arms gently to encompass them all. As the Keeper spoke, a single brow raised along the battered Hyurs head. "Word's work good in situations like these." He said towards the end of the young man's confused tirade. Obviously being playful with the Catkin.Â

Blue eyes moved downwards towards the Lalafell whom had spoken up now as well. Listening closely to the little fella's words carefully. Then chuckled. "Didin't bother me none. More worried about the girl-" Pointing to the spooked Catkin whom had begun a swift retreat earlier. "-there."

KieairaKitty · **09-25-2013, 05:10 PM**

Kieaira's ears sunk down as she realized she was being talked about, and she shifted away from the pole, retreating into a seat at the back of the table, a bit further from all the commotion. "I'm fine..." She said softly in a tone that even a mouse would have trouble hearing. She closed her eyes and clasped her hands together in front of her, much like one would when they were praying. Go away, Go away, Go away. She chanted over and over in her head, before finally talking herself into taking a deep breath to calm her nerves ... though it didn't work very well.

She opened her eyes and looked towards the table. Drink ... Drink ... Throughout the commotion no one had seemed to notice the server girl whom had delivered drinks and a bit of food to the table. Kieaira reached out with a trembling hand to grasp around the small cup of cream ... a comfort food so to speak. She held the cup near her mouth, and sipped from it quietly, quietly thinking how she should have asked for it to be warmed, but none the less the rich taste and thick texture caused a small smile to form upon her lips.

She lowered the cup, but kept it in her hands as she looked to that group, gazing over each one before her eyes once more landed upon the other Keeper, watching him suspiciously.

IncubusManatee · **09-25-2013, 05:29 PM**

Baer just stood like a giant red-topped monolith as he looked at the others. Focusing in on the Skittish-Kitty (Skitty!?) whom had answered, though he had no clue; since her words were so low that he couldn't even tell. Though his attention was brought to the sneaky-waitress whom had dropped off food and drink at the table. Raising a wrapped hand up to try and get her attention. "Waitress!" He called after her, making her stop quickly and look back at the large man. "Can you bring me something strong to drink-and something hearty to eat. Doesn't matter what it is." Still brightly smiling the whole while. The order acknowledged by a curt nod from the waitress led the Red-haired man to bring forth his attention back onto the group of people. Mainly the Skittish woman, in the back now. Probably hiding.Â

"You alright Miss?" Repeating the question, tone warm and happy as he spoke. Not noticing anything amiss about her focus on the Keeper known as Aartur. Either not deigning to notice or he just was oblivious.

KieairaKitty · **09-25-2013, 06:36 PM**

Kieaira let out a soft "meep" as her gaze was averted from the Keeper and up to the man whom seemed intent on assuring she was alright. She met his gaze for but a brief moment before looking back down to her hands and giving a small nod.

"Yes... I'm fine." She said loud enough for him to hear. She took another sip from her cup, closing her eyes as the liquid ran down her throat. Each sip calming her nerves a little bit more.

Fen · **09-25-2013, 06:46 PM**

Aartur the Keeper continues to look back and forth between people, retaining his apologetic grimace. "Ouch... Wha-...?" he mumbles as the Lalafell kicks him in the ankle, hissing up to the Miqo'te, "Well, say something... Something understandable, preferably..."

"Bu-but... she looks mad... What if she yells? I don't want to be yelled at... Ouch!" Aartur says, followed by another kick to the ankle and a stern look from his comrade. Of course, everything the Miqo'te said would be easily heard by everyone at the table. He turns toward the woman, opens his mouth... but no words come out as his voice seems to draw a blank.

IncubusManatee · **09-25-2013, 07:01 PM**

"Good!" The large Hyur say's brightly in response to Kie's words. Obviously happy that she is fine. Looking to Aartur and his compatriot whom was playing a solo version of 'kick the Keeper', trying to get him to say something not yammer'y. Looking between the both of them slowly as he raised a brow.Â

Suddenly; FOOD! The waitress returned with a bowl of stew and what looked like a mug of ale. Which the Hyur greedily went into the second it dropped on the table. For how strange his appearance was (Pink shirt, fight wraps, bloodied and bruised) it looked even stranger when he nearly shoved his head into the bowl of food like a dog. Even making some snorting sounds as he nearly inhaled his food. Obviously the monster of a man was hungry.Â

Breaking away only to suck down as much of the ale he could between chewing the delicious meat from the bowl he just ransacked with his face.

KieairaKitty · **09-25-2013, 07:08 PM**

Kieaira held the cup up to her lips and slowly turned her head to look at the other Keeper as he was kicked by the Lalafell, she was pretending to be drinking, but really she was just trying to hide behind the mug.

The sound of snorts drew her attention back to the Hyur male, whom seemed to have invited himself to the table, not that she cared one way or another, she assumed Ryan or Elisan would invite the others to join at some point anyways. She blinked a few times, still hiding the lower half of her face behind the mug, and once more shifted her pale blue eyes to the Miqo'te and his Lalafell companion.

"I don't yell..." she said softly, though it would be muffled by the mug and come out more like. "Eh on't eiell"

ryanxwonbin · **09-25-2013, 07:39 PM**

It seemed quite a commotion had come to their table... And another pair of strange adventurers. A man who seemed as frantic as Kieaira, a large bulking of a man who seemed quite casual, and a rather abusive Lalafell who seemed to be the keeper of the previous Hyur. No response was given by Ryan, who rubbed his chin then took a glance at Elisan to make a shrug at the unexpected new commotion. Perhaps scenes like these were common in "rich" Ul'dah.

He looked back at the man who was trying to apologize, but could not find himself the ability to do so.

"I dare say, you just found your soul-mate here... Our Miquo'te friend here is not angry, just a bit easily frightened. An apology will do no wrong."

The Hyur received the odd thought that he seemed to have become a mediator at this point. Though perhaps the joke he started with would cause more harm than good to these shy people.

Resisting the urge to make another shrug, he took another sip of his ale, waiting to see what the responses would be.

Fen · **09-25-2013, 10:23 PM**

The Keeper blinked, "M-my what? I... I um..." The Dunesfolk must have kicked him again, as he jumped slightly, "E-er... I... I'm Aartur... Aartur N-Nelhah... Th-this is a... a peer, Yayaan Tutuan... Er... Um... Sorry... again..."

The Lalafell, Yayaan, nodded politely to the others, "...A pleasure," he said curtly.

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