Arcaea/Dining Hall Late 08-09/Edara and Jenred's Royal Wedding/The Tavern
Best thing about tournaments:
Taverns.
They always had people ready to talk, or fight depending on the situation. Except in this case. This was a wedding tourney. So the taverns were filled with people talking about the lucky couple. But for a person like Risika, who didn't know either of them, it made things rather...
Uncomfortable.
But after training, there wasn't much else to do but sit in a corner with a drink. And if someone came over feeling as out-of-place as she, well, she was open for conversation.
Lady Risika Hart (Dame of Remton)
Baz: Same for me, please, bartender.
Bartender: Certainly, sir. Lovely, isn't it?
Baz: I don't know yet, I've not tried it.
Bartender: No, sir, I meant the couple.
Baz: What cou- oh, yes, of course. Very lovely. I should probably say hello - perhaps you could give me a couple of complimentary drinks to take to them?
Bartender: I should think I could manage that, sir, certainly. With my regards to them both.
The bartender provides a second pint of ale, and some other concoction-in-a-glass, which Baz happily takes. He carries them off to a corner of the tavern, and sits down to make use of the table, where he places the three drinks.
Baz: [pointing to the glass he's acquired, as he becomes aware of a lady watching him from close by] You know what this is?
Risika: [looks over at the glass] Er...
Baz: [picking up the glass and setting it down in front of Dame Risika] Well, it looks pretty revolting to me, and I have my two pints here, so if you want it, you can have it.
Sir Baz Grindle (Knight of Rrerat)
"Thank you. I think." Risika sniffed the whatever-it-was. It smelled like something harmful to her health. So it couldn't be all bad. She took a cautious sip. It tasted all right too. Now for the person that gave it to her.
"So, random drink giver. I’m Risika. And you are?”
Lady Risika Hart (Dame of Remton)
Baz: [with a certain amount of disinterest] Baz Grindle. Eldest son of Cur Grindle of Mnalor. Pleased to meet you.
Baz takes a swig of one of his pints, and breathes out loudly with a smile
Baz: A beer fit for a king. [turning back to Risika] You here for this wedding as well? Or for the tournament?
Sir Baz Grindle (Knight of Rrerat)
"For the tournament. I don't actually know either of the happy couple. But I do wish them well. And thank them for the tourney." She took another sip of her whatever-it-was. and sighed. "I know I'll get my rear handed to me in the actual tournament part, so I also thank them for the distraction." Risika finished of her drink and started her second. "What of you?" She asked. "Are you here for the wedding?"
Lady Risika Hart (Dame of Remton)
Baz: Well, I'm here for the wedding in a manner of speaking. I'm here for the celebrations, let's say.
Baz grins as he raises his glass and takes another slurp
Baz: And fine those celebrations taste. I'm also here for the tournament. I'd sooner be fighting some real battles, but I've been unable to get decent troops to lead, and this seemed like a good distraction.
Baz: Went to the last one, and reached the last nine, so I'd be happy to achieve that again. But really, it doesn't bother me that much, my heart is not in it, it's all a little false. I like a fight to end with a kill.
Baz: You're not expecting much success in the tournament then? Perhaps you will surprise yourself. You never know with these things.
Sir Baz Grindle (Knight of Rrerat)
Risika groaned. “You sound like my sister Maura. She’s better at tournaments then I am. I’m not all that fond of tournaments. First round, -splat- I’m on the ground looking like an idiot. But she’s so…peppy. She always knows how to get me back up on the horse to nearly kill myself again.” Risika stared into her drink. “I miss her.”
Lady Risika Hart (Dame of Remton)
Baz: No, it's my sister that I expect to do better at the tournament. She's quite handy with the sword, though tends to lose to people who fight in a more refined manner than her - as shown by her dreadful performance last time when she tried to heave the guy's head off, and got caught on the counter-attack. She was right though that if it had been a real fight, she'd have taken the cut from that counter attack and swung round to clobber him straight afterwards. But that's not really tournament fighting, is it.
Baz: But enough of my sister - she's probably around here somewhere - your sister is not coming to the tournament then?
Sir Baz Grindle (Knight of Rrerat)
Arlian invites everyone for a round of drinks at the local taverns, a great show of his lavishness and hospitality.
To the happy couple!
Sir Arlian Bedwyr (Knight of Orbeh)
Risika grinned. "It would be amazing if she could. She's in Dwilight. I hear she's doing very well for herself. A countess of a rich region. A cousin of mine, Jocasta, went to live with her. Personally, I'm thankful. I can't stand The Brat myself. One reason I came here was because I knew that she wasn't. Very annoying little bugger. Do you have any relatives like that?"
Lady Risika Hart (Dame of Remton)
After a hard bought of training, the one thing Jocasta really wanted was a nice drink. Tournaments always had good taverns. She picked one at random and went in. After buying some tar-like drink, she went to get herself a seat. She preferred on in the corner, where she could look at all the people in the bar...
Lady Jocasta Hart (Dame of Saex)
Baz: Oh, indeed. Some very annoying relatives. The whole of old Pad Grindle's family are tiresome. Not least Crip, who has done nothing I can tell to deserve the positions he gets on Atamara. I could beat him in a swordfight in the space of ten seconds, and a fist fight in less than that. Yet he's managed to work his way to be Marquis. Staggering. And my cousin Dor is worse still, completely wet and pathetic. Fortunately we have my father and our family to improve things.
Baz: In fact, Dor's father Hather is on Dwilight somewhere, I believe. I was told by my aunt that he'd found some book about bloody stars or something, and gone to look for them. Daft idiot. Unless his fighting instinct is a hell of a lot better than his son's he's probably dead by now. Haven't heard from him in ages.
Baz: [looking at Risika's drink] You want another?
Sir Baz Grindle (Knight of Rrerat)
Pushing open the door, Tharion entered the first tavern that he had come across. The place seemed to be fairly busy, although the crowd seemed to be relaxed, something which would undoubtedly change as time, and the number of drinks increased.
He received a pint of dark ale and then scanned the room for a spare place to sit. Having spent the day training, he was eager to rest his legs while he could. He spied a young woman who sat alone at a corner table and made his way across the floor.
"Do you mind if I sit here?"
Tharion Frostnova Duke of Lasop
He was nice. Not many people would just come over and talk to some girl they'd never meet before. "Tell you what." Risika said. "Since you got me that whatever--it-was drink, how about I get you a refill. What did you have?"
Lady Risika Hart (Dame of Remton)
