Re: Dark Eyes, Cold Hearts - The Blunted Blade
Viktor attempts to drill up some shanty from old, only to be met with a few takers, but mostly a few mumbles and a bit more intense cheering for the dancing girl. She begins to twirl a bit more as the tempo of the song begins to quicken as if to represent the hastening of the wind and how it scours the barrens. With near lightning reflex's and rapid movements a few scarves begins to flow from her hands, whipping and twirling like some cyclone. That is until the door opens once more and a thin, completely out of place looking, individual enters, for a brief second her eyes locked with his and she falters a step.
She is able to regain composure as many of the patrons notice the outlandish person in their midst and suddenly fall silent. Either by luck, or misfortune as the case may be, Rael's entrance goes almost completely unnoticed in the shadow of such a strange individual.
The Bartender
"Greeting, um.. sir, and .. um.. may Arkyn bless you on this fine day" The bartender addresses Sekatus slowly, breaking the silence that even penetrates the slowly winding down music. "What is it I can offer a contriver such as yourself, that the ever knowing Church of Law does not offer?" His hands seems to only move by force of will towards the wooden mugs that are stored beneath the bar rather than the near thoughtless actions that have preceded ever other encounter. [Private to Sekatus 'Spooky' Bane: Sadly, if you do not have your "Understanding" spell active, his words will be mumbo jumbo to you at this time. Spells only take concentration to truly cast though, for the most part]
This message was last edited by the GM at 01:21, Wed 12 Nov 2014.