| Chambers and the Flower Man |
| Summary: | Riathe and Iulia have a bit of small talk among the drunken commoners |
| Date: | 10/May/2012 |
| Related Logs: | None |
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| Common House |
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| The Common House, located at the intersection of the docks and the town proper, provides a roof and more for travelers that arrive via land or water. The warm interior is kept so by a large hearth at one end of the room, the subtle hint of peat at the edges of the smells within. The main room is large and provides for long tables and benches over the planked wooden floor. Clay pitchers stand ready to serve the customers with multiple kinds of refreshment. A few whores work as waitresses for the visitors, providing companionship at the rear of the building where the more well-off visitors stay. Those of the lower classes are welcome to sleep on the benches or on the floor near the hearth. |
| Thu May 10, 289 |
Unlike the Crane's Crossing, the Common House catered to those of 'lesser' quality. From every corner of one's eyes a whore bartered her wares, flashing parts of her exposed fleshy regions for a handful of coppers in exchange. Drunks fell over themselves as the ale kept flowing. Iulia came to this hovel on occasion whenever she may gain some spare moments for herself and away from the watchful eyes of those in the tower. Seated, she clapped along with the drunken melodies sung off key from a pair of, whatever they were. Dirty men, some black and brown smudges had stained their clothing, fingertips and faces but they were happy. Drunkenly happy with mugs in their hand, uneven in their footing. For those who paid attention, they too, had sang along.
The pair of men, embraced shoulder to shoulder while swaying and singing,
"Yes, we drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and fight!
And if I might see a pretty girl I'll fuck her tonight!
Yes, we drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and fight!
And if I might see a pretty girl I'll fuck her tonight!"
So, Riathe made his way into the Common House. Not that he frequented here very often, in fact he seemed to slip into the Common House on random occasions. He carried himself in as a man with a mission would. He wears an easy smile and as he comes in he pushes the sleeves of his tunic up to match that os his coat. He pulls his belt a bit off the the right and musses up his hair some. As the song ends, he laughs and cheers along with the rest of them.
He holds a bottle in his off hand, a wheat colored liquid in it already as he makes his way toward the Innkeeper first. His eyes move about the area, taking it and the people in. He holds the bottle toward him as he says, "Free sample. I have a few more bottles if you're interested." He flashes the man a grin as he does. It seems that even when he's not working, he's working an angle.
As the crowds moved about chaotically, no order or reason, Iulia remained seated at one of the benches, the half filled clay mug still resting nearby. When one of the men, singing upon the table, reaches out for the bottle he looses his footing. His drunken partner's reflexes were flawed, flawed as he suddenly erupted into laughter at his fallen comrade taking a harsh tumble toward the wooden floors. Nothing but a bench had braced his fall. More laughter came, Iulia's too after she had slipped a hand over her mouth, attempting to conceal the obvious.
Riathe laughs as well, shaking his head from side to side as he watches the man try to grab, whiff, fall and hit a bench. His eyes cast down for a moment as the chuckling dies down from himself. Looking back up, he hands the bottle to the Innkeeper finally and begins his way into the actual revelry. Along the way he manages to procure himself some ale in a clay mug - probably by snagging it from one of the drunken people who are currently passed out on a bench. He shoves his way through a loose grouping of people and suddenly finds himself at the bench nearly Iulia.
He looks around, as if checking for someone and then says loud enough over the din of the Inn, "May I, if you don't mind, have the chance to sit with a lovely lady and share a drink or two?" He looks to her as he asks, his mouth pulling into a wide grin.
Every few passing moments there was always something occurring within this house, from fighting to drunken stupidity, one may witness it all. Iulia gripped onto her mug, embraced by the clamor of hollering fools, that when the stranger had approached she glanced over the left and then right shoulder before retorting, "I'd say those chances are slim, there are no ladies to be had here." Certainly not in this environment. Behind the rim of her mug the young female grins. A small one.
"Well, excuse me for offering a general nicety." Riathe quips back to her with a grin still upon him. He moves out of the way as a man tries to shoulder past, he seems on his way to the hearth with a desire unknown. In doing so he's closer to her and he adds, "My question still stands though, if I may?" He raises the mug at that point to his lips, tipping it back some before pulling it back down.
Iulia laid an arm across the wooden table's rough surface from countless use and very little care given to it. She lowered her mug, still keeping a hand to its handle while permitting to him join her by only a nod of her head. "I couldn't stop you if you wanted to." She heartily tells him, jesting at her own short falls. "Were you making friendly with the Innkeeper?"
"Me? Never!" Riathe responds with an obvious sarcasm to his tone, and that smile still not leaving. He moves around one of the benches and sits down relatively near to Iulia. He lets out a bit of a laugh and his shoulders shrug as he responds more to it, "Just trying to keep my business options open." He too leans forward onto the table and sets his mug on it in short order. He watches her most of that time though, looking toward her lips when the sounds in the room grows higher.
With no backing to her wooden bench, Iulia adjusts her frame to sit a touch sideways, leaning the majority of her weight upon her resting forearm as he came to join her. Facing the man, she gives his form a casual glance over before asking, "And what business is this? I may not have a mind for running an establishment but I would swear I did not see coin exchange hands."
"Flies to honey!" Riathe responds with a laugh. His shoulders shrug and he continues on, "If he likes it, he knows where to find more - and I charge to compensate for the loss." He looks about the room once more, and his head shakes some more from side to side, "Though, technically, I'm an Herbalist by trade." He picks up the mug and raises it to his lips once more. As he goes to set it back down he turns to face her some more as well - matching her movement in that way.
Countering his laughter was a smile. Iulia raised her mug at nearly the same time as he before setting it back down onto the table. "And should they not like your generous offer?" She had asked. "You spend your days picking flowers and giving men the drink of no charge." The handmaiden laughed lightly. "What was in that bottle?"
"A tonic of my own design, first one actually - I hope it turns out well." Riathe says back in response to her question, "If it works out well, I'll name it." He nods his head in her direction, as if to say that it's her turn. He follow up the nod with a similar point to, "So, what do you do for a living then? When you're not enjoying the revelry of the night that is." He looks to his ale for a moment before returning his gaze back to her eyes.
Her mug was near empty, a good thing as she couldn't hold her own against the seasoned inhabitants of this Common House. "I beat blankets, wash linens, braid the Lady's hair and empty her chamberpots." As if she took some great joy in those duties, Iulia had slapped on a smile across her full lips. "Never mind that, what of this tonic? What is the purpose or what is it supposed to do? Do you travel around towns attempting to sell your cure alls?"
<FS3> Riathe rolls Herbalism - 1: Good Success.
"Hah! It's a glorious libation of flavorful delight!" Riathe responds to her with the grin returning to quite the full force. "Well, at least I hope." He adds in as a quick after thought, but his head gives a short shake and he asks her in return, "Do you like that work?" His right eyebrow lower and he actually does look quite curious about whether or not she enjoyed her general duties watching after a lady.
"You hope?" Iulia questioned, shaking her head as her amusement reddened her cheeks. "It is a duty. I'm comfortable with it I mean, we all cannot be Kings and Queens but there are some pleasures in it." She tells the man shortly after pushing her mug away. "You've come to the right place, this town is growing a touch popular with all the fighting between the nobilities coming from all sorts of places."
"Well, I only tried a taste. It tasted well enough, but I won't know." Riathe responds, he leans in and says a bit more quietly, "Don't tell them that though!" He leans back and lets out a laugh as if he's joking about the whole thing, the grin still where it was as he seems to be enjoying the conversation and company. He lets out a long sigh and then his head bobs about a little, "So I heard, it's why I'm here. I don't know if I could do your job though."
Iulia laughs, too hard. Once again, shaking her head though this time she's beginning to withdraw from the bench. "You're in luck, if he doesn't kill over." She leaves the mug there, one of the whores working as waitresses may soon come to collect it. "If some lord gave you a healthy amount of coin to do so, your tune may change." With that, the short female stands upright, bobbing her frame as gesture to depart. "Enjoy the rest of your evening, Flower Man."
He laughs some more and he grins in response to her, "I will, Chambers." He responds to her. He lifts his mug up in sign of her leaving and watches her start to head off. He takes a drink in the middle of watching and then turns to face the table more fully. With the company now gone, it wasn't as impo- AWWW! Just then a drunken man stumbled into him and his ale spilt all over the table and himself.
