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ofnyxulric·:

He definitely had that effect on people, an air of haughtiness in words and actions. He kept mostly to himself but knew how to read the actions of people. The girl looked like she could use a good meal (not that the food being served was good but it fullfilled a need) and a drink. He didn;t excpect anything else, no repayment and not even conversation - though she seemed content on providing her own commentary on his appeorance. 

Decent-sort of man. For some reason that amused him more then it should. For a decent man, he had a wild apperance, shoulder length dark hair and piercing blue eyes; the clothes he wore were well worn and a coupple spots had been torn and sewn back up. He pushed back the food half eaten and the empty glass and leaned back into his seat and turned his attention to her. “Nothing.” He anwsered honestly but for sake of conversation he added on. “I was told of a possibility of a job from one of the shopkeepers. It turned out to be a waste of my time. But someone mentioned the night life and well, when it Redwood…” He trailed off with a shrug.

“What about you? Do you always come to towns and start arguments with the barkeeps of establishments? Or their just lucky?”

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It wasn’t so much his actual appearance that stood out to her - his ratted clothes and generally unwashed appearance fit right in with the rest of the patrons of Honeysuckles - but his demeanor; the way he held himself. The way his eyes only seemed to focus on his drink or his food and not wander towards the other goods Honeysuckles had to offer. The way he seemed to keep himself as much to himself except for when a stranger pleads for a drink. He didn’t quite fit with the people she had come to know as regulars at the brothel.

“A waste of your time, huh?” Azima mused, taking another sip of her drink. A small smile curled on her lips, wondering what shady business this man felt the need to turn down. And if it might be something that could make her a couple of extra coins. “What was it, then?” she asked, trying to seem uninterested - just making conversation.

Her eyes wandered from the man to his empty cup and half-eaten plate and back up to the man, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. “You do know that by ‘nightlife’, they didn’t mean the watered-down ale and the half-cooked chicken, right?” she teased, turning her head to gesture towards the underdressed women that were wandering from table to table, sitting on laps and laughing too hard at anything that was said to them.

“Me?” Azima asked, almost surprised the stranger asked about her. “Oh no, I only start arguments with barkeeps I know deserve it,” she said. “Isn’t that right, Tom?” Azima called out to the barkeep, who was currently on the other side of the bar, not paying attention to her. She waved her hand at his indifference and turned back to the stranger. “Trust me - he deserves it. I’ve seen him get robbed blind and he’d still serve them with a smile, but tries to send me out the door over two coppers?” she scoffed, shaking her head as she brought the tankard up to her lips again. “It’s unbelievable, really.”

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ofnyxulric·:

He was staying in Dalridge, but someone had mentioned the possibility of a job posting over at Honeysuckles in another part of Redwood and had gone to check it out. It had come up rather pointless, but the locals had been insistant that he stay and enjoy the fun once the sun set. This was the place to do it. He figured a drink and whatever the tavern was serving for food that evening wouldn’t hurt. 

Sitting at the end of the bar counter, he drowned out the white noise of fun around and even the argument going on with the barkeep and young woman. Though it was hard to ignore it when she pounded her fit down like a child. He was drinking back his ale and she asked about borrowing coin. He empited his tankard and set it on the table, “Huh,” An amused laugh. “Why do I get the feeling you make that promise often about coin and somehow it never seems to make its way back into anyones pocket.” He held up a hand before she could say anything about that. “Barkeep, here.” He reached into a leather bag at his side and took out a couple coins. “Just give the girl what she wants and be done with it.”

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The thing about strangers in Honeysuckles, is that some of them - while eating the food and drinking the ale and enjoying the whores - somehow still think they're better than everyone else in the tavern. This stranger seemed to be one of them - speaking as if he knew her, judging her. It didn’t matter that he was right -- it was rude. Azima opened her mouth to protest, and he put her hand up to signal to stop her, to which she promptly ignored. “Look, you --” She did, however, stop when the stranger tossed a few coins to the barkeep and explained that she could have whatever she wanted.

Azima, bewildered by the man’s actions, settled back into her stool as the barkeep set the tankard down in front of her. She gave him a sickly sweet smile as she brought the cup up to her lips and took her first gulp. She eyed the man next to her, studying his appearance. “You look like a decent-sort of man,” she observed, “you know, if there was such a thing.” She took another sip from her glass. “What brings you to Honeysuckles?” she asked.

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theomoon·:

Theo spent much of his childhood on boats and ships after his parents died. He had always been a traveler due to being an orphan. So, despite the tarnished stain Gallows Point Cove bore to locals, Theo couldn’t help but be so close to the ocean, to hear its waves lapping at the shore, to walk the docks in his long dark cloak, to breathe in the salty air or run his fingers in the cool, crisp water. Though he had found a home in Ahkora, that was how he began sitting in Honeysuckles tonight, the call of a seaman.

He got pulled out of his trance of remembering good and poor memories of his grandfather alike when a woman sat noisily next to him. He was surprised at first before smiling and focusing on her words. Again, he was stupefied at her conundrum. “Well uh, do you work here? Because then I can imagine a thing or two for you to earn more than a couple of coppers,” he tried slowly.

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Azima grimaced at his question and exaggeratedly rolled her eyes. “Gross. I’m sure you could,” she scoffed. Typical. Then again, probably the exact thing she should expect from a Honeysuckles patron. “No, I don’t work here,” she clarified. “Plus, you wouldn’t exactly be my type of patron,” she added, giving him a quick glance up and down. 

Azima sighed, beginning to regret choosing this stranger out of a tavern-full. She took a quick sweep of the room to see if she could spot someone else who might be a little bit more… understanding of her situation. “Look,” she said, turning back to him, “I’m just here for a drink and the ambiance -- but it looks like I’m going to need a little help on the drink front.” She held her hand out next to him, palm facing towards the sky and wiggling her fingers at the stranger. “Just two coppers,” she shrugged. “That’s all it’ll take to get me out of your hair.”

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Status: Open

Location: Honeysuckles

the scent of the sea and sweat permeated the air of honeysuckles. once the sun set, the tavern was often filled with sailors and residents alike looking for a good time or two. azima, on the other hand, was merely just looking for a pint of ale. “i’m good for the two copper, i promise” she pleaded with the bartender, who counted her up just short. “i’m not fallin’ for that one,” the bartender shook his head. “you either have the money or you don’t.” he slid her coins back over to her and turned is attention to other customers. 

“bastard,” she swore, pounding her fist on the bar, but the display didn’t bring his attention back to her. azima groaned, grabbing her coins from the bar and looked around the tavern. she spied a face she hadn’t seen before a few stools down from her. “hey!” she shouted in their direction, trying to get their attention over the noise, before moving to the stool next to them. “you wouldn’t have two pieces of copper you’d be willing to lend me, would ya?” she asked. “i’m just short and i can pay you back, i swear.”

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while, for some, a dimly lit tavern was not the ideal place to get their reading done, brightyn had always preferred the lively atmosphere to that of a dusty library. she loved to hear the sound of laughter and shouts across the room. after having travelled alone to the kingdom, she needed to hear the sound of people living their lives.

the red-head had her nose buried in her book, which rest flat on the bar before her - a tankard of ale sat to her side, barely-touched. the comment made in her direction had faded in with the rest of the background noise for a moment, causing a hesitation and delayed reaction to the friendly stranger.

“huh?” she asked, raising her head toward the woman that sat next to her before processing the words. she followed the stranger’s gaze to the heated discussion happening behind her. the men were shouting incoherently at this point, and brightyn could not make out what the altercation was about. she turned back to the stranger and shook her head. “no, thank you,” she said, turning her attention back to her page. “that would be a fool’s wager,” she added. “however, if we were betting on a blade being drawn,” she looked back up at the woman beside her, a coy smile resting on her lips, “that would be a different story.” 

Status: Open to all Location: Dew Drop Tavern

The tavern was lively, music and laughter pouring out from the windows, filled with faces both familiar and new. Among the new, Karissa sat alone at the bar, hands wrapped around of a mug of ale as she simply observed her surroundings. She was off duty at the moment, but there was still an air of alertness to her, further given away by her keen eyes watching the unfolding argument nearby. A celebration that had long gone awry. Somebody said something unsavory about the other’s mother or something to the like–clearly, all participants had a little too much to drink this night.

With a dry chuckle, she took a drink, head shaking slightly. “I’ve got 20 gold that it breaks out into a fight.”

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“Memories and thoughts age, just as people do. But certain thoughts can never age, and certain memories can never fade.”

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Redwood Kingdom welcomes, BRIGHTYN TANNER. It’s been a long journey but you’re finally home. Be sure to get your welcome checklist from the crownsguard. I’m sure they can assist you with anything you’ll need. Make sure to send in your blog within 48 hours otherwise the gates are closed. Enjoy your time here in Redwood Kingdom!

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Redwood Kingdom welcomes, AZIMA GAMIL. It’s been a long journey but you’re finally home. Be sure to get your welcome checklist from the crownsguard. I’m sure they can assist you with anything you’ll need. Make sure to send in your blog within 48 hours otherwise the gates are closed. Enjoy your time here in Redwood Kingdom!

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