A New Player In Town...
May 16, 2018 21:29:56 GMT
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Post by brynjal on May 16, 2018 21:29:56 GMT
Daring Heights. Not exactly the rich markets and intriguing sights and sounds of Calimport, but it had to do. It had seemed a good choice to send "them" here well over a year ago, but that hadn't exactly worked out. The young courtier known as "Sara" sat back on her chair in the Ettin and adjusted the ring on her finger nervously. She considered the risks in allowing "them" to return here with the other refugees. It was now on her terms, and she was here too this time. Daring Heights needed to rebuild, survive and thrive, and she would help; in her own way of course.
Since her arrival a few weeks earlier, she had been watching the goings on in Daring Heights. She was exceptionally good at watching people, but splitting her attention between too many pairs of eyes was something that was going to take a lot more practice, or another several glasses of whatever they called this stuff. It certainly could not be called 'wine by her standards.
Casually adjusting the strings on her kantele, she could see the room from another point of view. The gambler in the corner was bluffing with those cards in hand, and the bartender didn't seem to dust the top of the kegs, or the rafters up here either. Word was going around that the Tritons need some help and it seemed an interesting proposition. Smiling to herself as she plucked a few chords by feel alone, "Time to play..."
Since her arrival a few weeks earlier, she had been watching the goings on in Daring Heights. She was exceptionally good at watching people, but splitting her attention between too many pairs of eyes was something that was going to take a lot more practice, or another several glasses of whatever they called this stuff. It certainly could not be called 'wine by her standards.
Casually adjusting the strings on her kantele, she could see the room from another point of view. The gambler in the corner was bluffing with those cards in hand, and the bartender didn't seem to dust the top of the kegs, or the rafters up here either. Word was going around that the Tritons need some help and it seemed an interesting proposition. Smiling to herself as she plucked a few chords by feel alone, "Time to play..."