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i just want to be great.

aeryn. noble. high elf. chaotic good. sorceress.

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Date: 2018-04-17 04:16 am (UTC)
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Aeryn's probably clearly waiting on the rest of her party, but Chel doesn't care. He's carrying a drink when he plops down in front of her at the table, sort of gesturing at her with as he squnts. "You look familiar," he informs her in a deadpan.

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Date: 2018-04-17 04:26 am (UTC)
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"I'm not from around here, either," Chel informs her matter-of-factly, and it may be evident from the way that he takes a sip of the drink that he wasn't actually offering it to her. Fucking bards. "You don't look like you belong in a tavern."

It's an observation, not a come-on.

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Date: 2018-04-17 04:35 am (UTC)
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"You're a noble," he states, and there's a slight question in it. "You're- an adventuring elf noble spending time alone in bars. And I swear that I've seen you before. Where's your family from?"

He is persistent.

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Date: 2018-04-17 04:42 am (UTC)
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He leans back slightly at the coolness of her words, looking a little exasperated. Aeryn will probably be able to figure out that he's at least moderately tipsy here, which may explain the dogged persistence.

"I'm from Silverymoon," he'll tell her then, unprompted. "My parents are merchants. Traders? Fine silks and exotic spices, mostly. High-end."

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Date: 2018-04-17 04:57 am (UTC)
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"The guy who taught me how to play lute was an elf," Chel points out, as if this completely contradicts everything that Aeryn just said. But he does get up and retrieve a drink for her, bringing it back and sliding it across the table to her. Miraculously, it doesn't spill.

"You travel with a party, then?"

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Date: 2018-04-21 11:49 pm (UTC)
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"I used to have companions," Chel tells her, reclaiming his seat at the table and pulling another sip from his glass. "But they all got eaten by spiders. Giant ones. Incredibly tragic. I wrote a song."

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Date: 2018-04-28 03:39 am (UTC)
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She's absolutely not wrong.

He bristles a little defensively at the question, before shrugging one shoulder and taking another sip of his drink. "You're the only other person in here sitting alone," he justifies finally.

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Date: 2018-04-22 05:49 am (UTC)
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"You there! Elf woman."

Taryon approaches Aeryn as she's stabling her mount, considering the road-dust, the size of her saddlebags. For his own part, he's all gleam, armor like he just picked it up from the blacksmith's, new. "Have you travelled far? I shall pay a silver coin for news from along the road."

(Doty waits outside, listening, pen at the ready.)

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Date: 2018-04-22 09:05 pm (UTC)
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"That's Doty," says Taryon; he's pretty used to this reaction by this point, the way people in backwater towns react to the construct. "Doty," he calls over his shoulder. "Say hello."

A creak of metal as Doty lifts one big metal fist and the fingers loosen into an open palm, before he waves stiffy.

"Very good. Doty, do resume taking down the elf woman's information." When she gives it to them. Which will be soon, right? Of course. He offered her an entire silver, after all.

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Date: 2018-11-17 12:22 am (UTC)
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[ Moose are actually more terrifying than bears. This is a fact that Seki learns very quickly— although that was also expedited by the fact that he had heckled the creature, trying to lasso it like he would a horse so he could get out of having to pay for one of those ridiculously overpriced mounts back at the farm. He had enough money on him for rope and a bag of grain, and that's what he invested on, but this isn't a situation he'd expected: he'd gotten the rope over one of the moose's antlers, whereupon it'd knotted and then pulled free out of his hands.

Rope burn is one thing, but so is being chased by a moose- running away when he isn't built for speed, and having to resort to delving further into the woods where the growth is thicker and hopefully impedes the animal more than it does himself.

God, that's an unholy noise the creature is making.

He also needs his rope back. He'd spent good money on that. ]

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