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Post by firepaw on Nov 28, 2019 2:41:51 GMT
Rinn hoped off of the back of the cart, landing on the sleek cobblestone street with the soft thud of his bare, padded feet. His eyes were wide and gleaming with the reflections of light from the city that now surrounded him. Now he hadn't exactly grown up in the middle of nowhere, but Waterdeep was unlike anything else. He grabbed his pack, slinging it over his shoulders and began to move toward the side of the road, when a hand clasped his shoulder.
"Hey kid, be careful out there." The man had agreed to take Rinn this far, and this was where they would part,and really, it was the best advice he could offer to the headstrong youth.
The young Tabaxi nodded with a grin. "I will!" he cooed cheerfully, and, holding himself high and brandishing his staff in one hand, he began down the road.
He knew that the first thing he should do was to find a place to stay, as he'd been thinking about what he'd do when he arrived for days, however, in the moment, he was completely distracted from that goal and wanted to just take in everything. After long enough though, one's stomach had the tendency to lead the way. His nose twitched at the air as the scent of something cooked wafted on the draft. Approaching the building, he peered into the window, eyes quickly darting to see what was happening inside of the inn. It seemed busy enough, as in, not completely shady. Purring in excitement, he pushed open the door and headed inside, quickly attempting to pull his expression as to not look quite so, well, touristy.
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Post by littleork on Nov 29, 2019 14:29:15 GMT
"...that poor, young lass, Sally
so she pulled up her sleeves and got to work and finished them off in the alley!"
A bawdy drinking song is just finishing to rapturous applause and laughter as the young tabaxi enters the inn. The buxom entertainer jumps back onto the stage, from a table filled with drinking laborers nearby, and gives a deep curtsy - showing the appreciative crowd entirely too much cleavage.
As she returns upright, she notices Rinn walk in.
"Whoa boys! Look what the cat dragged in! I like a furry puss as much as the next fella but this is ridiculous!"
More drunken roars of laughter reward the hosts' humour. Waving a hello to the new comer she then adds;
"Just kidding hon, come on in and grab a drink!"
Then addressing the rest of the room;
"That's me all used up for tonight boys, see you all next week!"
She then blows a kiss, grabs her lute case - jingling with coins - and dashes off stage. Unnoticed by the rowdy patrons, a black raven perched in the rafters, flaps out a high window moments later.
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Post by firepaw on Nov 29, 2019 23:52:58 GMT
Rinn met the eye of the entertainer on the stage and, as others turned to look his way, at her announcement of his presence, he greeted their laughter with a grin of his own. The context of the joke having been missed anyway, he wasn't a shy character, and with several older siblings knew teasing when he heard it.
"Thank you, M'lady," he offered back cheerily. "Don't mind if I do." Slipping his staff onto his back by tucking it between his pack and body, he clamored onto a stool at the bar. He took a moment to look around at the other inhabitants of the inn before the barkeep came over.
"Gosh, I wish I hadn't missed the show," he said as he got settled. Then, after a pause added, "Oh, uh, tea please..." But then quickly changed his mind and hopefully asked, "Unless you have hot chocolate, perhaps?"
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Post by littleork on Nov 30, 2019 2:37:26 GMT
Moments later a middle-aged half-elven gentleman in fine casual clothes enters from the door between the common room and the kitchen - saloon-style doors frequented by the barmaids as they enter with food and leave with dishes - and sits down at the end of the bar near the cash box.
He has a rapier sheathed at his belt and, curiously, a raven perched on his shoulder. He reaches over the bar and helps himself to a tankard of ale before settling down to count out his handful of coins into neat piles.
The innkeeper asks a young girl in an apron with an arm full of empty tankards to put the kettle on, and then moves over to the man. The barkeep strikes up, what looks like a familiar, conversation
"Another great show, Jaq, this has easily become my best night of the week for business."
The half-elf grins and pushes a small pile of coins to the barkeep,
"For the girls, they do such a good job of keeping the crowd full of ale."
Then sliding the larger pile back into his own purse;
"And if the tips keep flowing like this, I'm sure we can have many successful nights to come."
The barkeep then opens the cash box and removes a small pouch, handing it to the half-elf and says,
"You staying the night?"
Jaq opens the pouch, inspects the contents, and removes two coins before replying,
"Yes, please, I'll take the little room with the desk if it's available"
He slides a silver coin across the bar, then follows it with another copper as he throws a sly sideways glance to the tabaxi and a cheeky grin sneaks onto his face,
"And I'll have a saucer of milk, for my fuzzy friend over there."
The barman takes the coin and locks the cash box with a chuckle before returning to the new patron;
"Sorry, mate, no hot chocolate but your tea won't be but a moment and the missus cooked up some chocolate muffins yesterday"
He then slides a tea cup and saucer onto the bar before him, picks up the milk pitcher and pauses - looking at the half-elf - and places the pitcher beside the cup and saucer on the bar in preparation for the tea.
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Post by firepaw on Nov 30, 2019 23:34:49 GMT
Although his tail gives a twitch of mild irritation, Rinn's smiles doesn't fade. Having grown up in one place and everyone knowing him from a young age, it felt strange to hear such constant remarks about his race. He sets an elbow on the bar, resting his chin on his hand, and with the other, waves in a dismissive gesture, "I'd say I'm rather more 'furry' than 'fuzzy', actually. But, I do enjoy a spot of milk in my tea, so I'll forgive you."
His gaze glanced to the bird on the man's shoulder, before settling back on Jaq. "As for 'friend', well, good manners insist on introductions first. I'm called Firepaw," He said, extending his free hand toward the half-elf.
Looking up to the barkeep, he nodded eagerly at the mention of muffins. "Oh, yes, please. Oh, I could also use a room for the night, if you have another?"
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Post by littleork on Dec 1, 2019 13:45:06 GMT
Being that he makes his living by manipulating and creating emotions in his audiences, Firepaw's twitch does not go unnoticed. Jacquard's face breaks into a broad smile and he picks up his ale in one hand and walks over to where the tabaxi sits, shaking his hand with the other.
"I hope I do not offend, Sir, 'twas but a harmless jest. My name is Jacquard Du'Blaque and It's very nice to meet you. I've not seen you in here before, are you new in town?"
Meanwhile there is a minor clamoring in the common room as many of the patrons gather around the street-facing windows;
"Oh look there's another one! It's blue and red this time"
"I bet it was those Jenkins boys."
"I'm gonna get that reward!"
The raven flies of Jacquard's shoulder and through the front door as someone opens it to go outside. Jaq pauses for a moment then says to Firepaw,
"It seems Blackstaff's mysterious street artist has struck again, shall we have a look, or...how do you feel about curiosity?"
Jacquard gives a playful punch and then heads for the door.
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Post by firepaw on Dec 2, 2019 2:26:20 GMT
He clutched the man's hand for a moment in greeting. "Yeah. Actually, I --" The commotion drew his attention and his gaze followed after the raven. Street artist? he pondered to himself, but in a moment hopped down from the stool and pulled his staff free once again.
"Well, I /am/ a cat, after all..." he chuckled, dashing after Jacquard and into the street.
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