Post by ElithReliner on Jun 30, 2004 7:23:49 GMT
From the journal of Elith Reliner
After a long day of practicing our respective crafts Ameng & I had settled beneath the boughs of a particularly pleasant tree in Whillem. We sat in our own familiar silence for an hour or so just taking in the quietness of the village, which on this Island is one of the more comfortable for me. The moon rose & I started to feel the need for a bit of ale to quiet my racing mind & bring the sleep that I had not recently enjoyed. Turning to Ameng I asked her if she felt comfortable with a visit to the Inn. To my surprise she thought it might be an interesting diversion.
Entering the Inn I saw faces that I do not often see in Whillem. Amongst them was Shoa Laong, an Elf (and I use that term loosely, due to the fact that I am not completely sure of his heritage) that I had in recent weeks spent some time with in conversation. Also present was Anamoly DiLioncourt leader of an organization or religion calling itself the Holy Might, a companion of his Katja, & Octo Morenkind a reputable tradesperson, though I know little else of him. There were others at the surrounding tables that I did not recognize and, as is my usual way, did not care to meet at that time.
After a couple of sips of my ale, a few introductions & pleasantries with those I knew, I spotted a blue skinned woman enter the room and walk towards the bar. During this time I was probably quite rude to Anomaly, who was talking to me. I should apologize next time I see him. I have a tendency to let changes in my surroundings take precedent to any social banalities. This woman caught my attention as she asked the barkeep if she could post a notice. I watched as she quickly tacked the notice to the bar & without excusing myself walked over to the bar. I knew that Ameng was watching me; we are never out of each other’s view for long. The notice was a call for adventures willing to help a people I had yet to know, which was enough to interest me. I turned my head to Ameng and communicated the message to her with hand motions we devised long ago for times when we didn’t want others to hear. She gave me a slight nod of assent. By this time the woman was speaking to a half-breed Orc that seemed to have no interest in her problem. As I approached her she looked me up & down. I could tell by the look in her eye that she was unimpressed with me, but I decided to speak to her anyways.
(This will be continued in another post. I’ve got to get back to work)
After a long day of practicing our respective crafts Ameng & I had settled beneath the boughs of a particularly pleasant tree in Whillem. We sat in our own familiar silence for an hour or so just taking in the quietness of the village, which on this Island is one of the more comfortable for me. The moon rose & I started to feel the need for a bit of ale to quiet my racing mind & bring the sleep that I had not recently enjoyed. Turning to Ameng I asked her if she felt comfortable with a visit to the Inn. To my surprise she thought it might be an interesting diversion.
Entering the Inn I saw faces that I do not often see in Whillem. Amongst them was Shoa Laong, an Elf (and I use that term loosely, due to the fact that I am not completely sure of his heritage) that I had in recent weeks spent some time with in conversation. Also present was Anamoly DiLioncourt leader of an organization or religion calling itself the Holy Might, a companion of his Katja, & Octo Morenkind a reputable tradesperson, though I know little else of him. There were others at the surrounding tables that I did not recognize and, as is my usual way, did not care to meet at that time.
After a couple of sips of my ale, a few introductions & pleasantries with those I knew, I spotted a blue skinned woman enter the room and walk towards the bar. During this time I was probably quite rude to Anomaly, who was talking to me. I should apologize next time I see him. I have a tendency to let changes in my surroundings take precedent to any social banalities. This woman caught my attention as she asked the barkeep if she could post a notice. I watched as she quickly tacked the notice to the bar & without excusing myself walked over to the bar. I knew that Ameng was watching me; we are never out of each other’s view for long. The notice was a call for adventures willing to help a people I had yet to know, which was enough to interest me. I turned my head to Ameng and communicated the message to her with hand motions we devised long ago for times when we didn’t want others to hear. She gave me a slight nod of assent. By this time the woman was speaking to a half-breed Orc that seemed to have no interest in her problem. As I approached her she looked me up & down. I could tell by the look in her eye that she was unimpressed with me, but I decided to speak to her anyways.
(This will be continued in another post. I’ve got to get back to work)
