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| Topic: THE GREEN DRAGON'S INN - part 7 | |
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*Looks her over and stops stirring for a second* If you dont mind me asking, what species are you? You dont seem entirely human. I am half elf. Not that noticable |
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*Taeldor wakens from his drunken stupour and looks around. The place seems pretty quiet. He sets about finishing his bottle of wine*
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*Turns sharply at the girl piviting on a single toe. Eyes narrow* More human then Elf i hope.
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*gets out of his chair, staggers drunkenly to the bar and sees Sabrea*
"Hello there, mind if I join you?" *he says, fully expecting to be hissed at or set on fire again* |
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*Looks at the half elf male and holds her breath* And I thought Minotaurs smelt bad.
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"Yep, they do (or so I've heard; I've never actually had the pleasure)."
*takes a seat next to Sabrea and sits, glancing at her* |
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*Moves a few chairs down to excape the stench* What are you doing?
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"I'm trying to figure you out. I'm sure there's a nice person in there somewhere, I'm just trying to find her"
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"I'm trying to figure you out. I'm sure there's a nice person in there somewhere, I'm just trying to find her" Your thinking of her *pointing twards Re'Anna* |
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"Nope, I'm sure it's you. What are you drinking? I'd offer you a glass of this Elvish wine, but I fear you may choke on the 'stench' "
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*sips her ale* stench isnt from the wine. . .
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*sniffs himself* "I detect no 'stench'. I think your problem is psychosomatic. If you'd like to talk about it..."
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*Rolls her eyes* HERE it comes. Another freaken elf thinking the ha...*clears throat* girl is crazy. *Finishes her ale and slams ehr mug down so hard it dents the bar*
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*gasp* "I never said you were crazy"
*whispers to himself "methinks she has somewhat of a stench about herself, perhaps a 'dark' stench? Hmmm..." |
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damn high and mighty bastard. *reaches behind the bar and grabs another ale* What are you even doing here?
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"I'm drinking. And TRYING to have a good time. The two usually go hand-in-hand."
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If you want a good time try the whore house down the street. Nothing here but me and cobwebs.
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"Not my scene, I'm afraid. I find you far more intruiging. I can take or leave the cobwebs though."
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*Eyes narrows her eyes then gets an idea. She leans in close to him over the bar hoping this tactic works* You know... cobwebs ARE the best part. *bites her lip and grins*
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"As long as the cobwebs aren't growing in an inapropriate and unfortunate place. Tell me, my dear, how long is it since someone got uhhh... 'close' to you?"
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