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."
Silverymoon. She's never been, but she vaguely recollects Miren and Zelan being taken along on a trip with their father. Aeryn had been left behind to deal with . . . something or other. She likely caused a window to explode earlier in the day and was being punished.
Either way, the idiot sitting across from her seems to speak the truth. It makes her no less inclined to do the same. The information, though, is useful, and the odds of this idiot actually knowing her family are slim to none. Her father doesn't exactly hob-nob with humans unless strictly necessary.
"My people don't live in Silverymoon." It's said without bite or insult. She's really not trying to be an asshole about this part. "The Elvish settlements tend to remain isolated." She pauses before inclining her head toward the bar. "And if you're going to continue wasting my time while I wait for my compatriots, I drink top shelf."
"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.
She catches the drink with a free hand, the movement quick without moving her eyes from Chel. The knowledge that an elf taught this individual how to play the lute -- and, vaguely, Aeryn pieces together that this person must be a bard, like Naim, except he is most assuredly not Naim, and therefore not worth her time -- is meaningless to her, though it does make sense, in a place like Silverymoon.
Nothing like Myth Drannor.
"I have companions, yes." Where they were now infuriates her. She knew she should have gone on that stupid mission. This was all Zed's fault. "None of them are lute-playing elves."
"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."
. . . hard to read, really, but something tells Aeryn this person is full of shit.
"You need less desirable companions. Mine would be spit out immediately." . . . likely not true, but Aeryn would set the nest on fire before a group of spiders ate her friends, and that was what mattered. "Why are you still here speaking to me?"
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: 2018-04-17 04:42 am (UTC)"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 04:49 am (UTC)Either way, the idiot sitting across from her seems to speak the truth. It makes her no less inclined to do the same. The information, though, is useful, and the odds of this idiot actually knowing her family are slim to none. Her father doesn't exactly hob-nob with humans unless strictly necessary.
"My people don't live in Silverymoon." It's said without bite or insult. She's really not trying to be an asshole about this part. "The Elvish settlements tend to remain isolated." She pauses before inclining her head toward the bar. "And if you're going to continue wasting my time while I wait for my compatriots, I drink top shelf."
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Date: 2018-04-17 04:57 am (UTC)"You travel with a party, then?"
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Date: 2018-04-18 07:11 pm (UTC)Nothing like Myth Drannor.
"I have companions, yes." Where they were now infuriates her. She knew she should have gone on that stupid mission. This was all Zed's fault. "None of them are lute-playing elves."
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Date: 2018-04-21 11:49 pm (UTC)she rolled 11 on insight.
Date: 2018-04-22 01:17 pm (UTC)"You need less desirable companions. Mine would be spit out immediately." . . . likely not true, but Aeryn would set the nest on fire before a group of spiders ate her friends, and that was what mattered. "Why are you still here speaking to me?"
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Date: 2018-04-28 03:39 am (UTC)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.