Jarrak of Blackmoore
The cool November air blew through the streets, sweeping through the stalls, the carts, and the people, and tugging at his traveling cloak, running down the back of his neck and sending a chill through him.
He loved the roads, the traveling and the people, but as he saw the Tavern come into sight he felt the need to spend a few days in one place. Let his legs and his aching feet rest, have a nice warm bed, a meal he hadn't had to cook himself. Good ale, good entertainment, and a honest bit of rest.
He fought the smile creeping onto his face. If he lasted more than five days in Lut Golen before the road starting calling to him, he'd be shocked.
Leaning on his beaten old walking stick, he limped up to the doors, pausing only to dust the worst of the road dust caked to his clothes before stepping in.
A force of habit sent his eyes scanning the room. His eyes lingered on the people with weapons, the doors, the windows, and finished with the bard. The old warhorse in him demanded to know what threats might be in wait, but the performer in him wanted to know the fastest escape route if the crowd got ugly. He smiled and nodded to the bard, then gave Lan a quick glance as she went to conduct her business before making his way over to the table.
With a practiced ease he stood to attention, and brought his fist to his chest, hanging just over his heart,
"Clan Holdmountain greets Clan Leader Avarice. May your halls ring with the sounds of prosperity, and long may your clan thrive."
Perhaps a little over the top, but it was important to show respect amongst the clans, and with nobility. Largely it was wise for anybody who wasn't a noble themselves to show respect to the nobility, even if they did have a very good reputation.
Moving to find his seat he eased his large pack down off his shoulders and struggled to keep it from crashing to the ground, finally easing it down next to the wall. A few careful twists and pulls and he'd retrieved a few small packages and pouches.
By the time he'd managed to sort his stuff, store his gear, and neatly maneuver his sword out of the way as he took his seat he'd found Lan had already beat him to the table.
Flynnarrel wrote: ↑Sun May 31, 2020 8:27 am
"We are taught the cold rain sharpens the mind and focuses the thoughts.... At least that's what an older monk I traveled with, Gertrude, always says. But I think her dwarven hardiness had much to do with that viewpoint. I'm just usually left with wet socks." Lan slyly watches Jarrak for a reaction when Gertrude's name is mentioned. She also can't help but be curious which, if any, of those words would be mimicked by the Raven.
Jarrak threw his head back and laughed, pausing to wipe away a tear,
"Ah, now that brings back memories."
Growing up with dwarves he found that they if he complained they'd increase his workload to work off the weakness. If he didn't complain it compelled them to work harder to prove that they were tougher than the half-elf boy, which by proxy increased his own workload. You were damned if you did, and damned if you didn't.
"You, my friend, need better boots if you're going to walk with that one. She'll walk you into the ground with a wink and a smile on her face," He chuckled, shaking his head.
Doctor Malsyn wrote: ↑Sun May 31, 2020 8:27 pm
"let me tell you a Dwarven secret, that famous ' hardiness' is really only good up until your seccondth century. It's all downhill after that." He remarks
Jarrek just smiles, keeping his mouth shut, but shooting Lan a little shake of his head when Tully isn't looking.
stavaros_the_arcane wrote: ↑Mon Jun 01, 2020 12:00 am
Anne smiled at her book buddy. "See this is why I learned to use magic to carry my stuff." Unseen Servant was a gods-send of a ritual. "You holding up alright Abby?"
Jarrak smiles to Anne,
"She'll be fine, with a bit of a cheer up present."
Carefully he shifts a small book shaped package wrapped in canvas, and a couple small pouches over to sit in front of Abigail.
"Found this on my travels. The pages have seen far better days, and the farmer who sold it to me couldn't for the life of him tell me what language it was written in, but it looked quite interesting," He pointed to the smaller bags,
"And a few little treats. Some honey taffey, and mint drops."
Doctor Malsyn wrote: ↑Mon Jun 01, 2020 12:40 am
"Ach, now come on now Jackie boy! You can't just string the bird along like that, else you want to end up with something real unpleasent in your drink. Trust me, I know how ornery birds like him can get." Tully chided the trickster, though the way his eyes twinkled in the candlelight told of amusement just below the surface.
"Best listen to Lord Avarice, Jack," He says, taking up his drink and then gesturing to beaker,
"These birds are terribly intelligent, and I've seen them teach other Ravens to pester people they don't like. Amazing to watch, but I most certainly wouldn't want to be the target."