thewoodsmansoldier | First Missive: Man of Tanith

[Corbec sat crouched near the edge of the forest, looking in at the village and frowning. He twirled the wooden aquila he had made in his fingers, thinking to himself. He'd found the village a few days ago, and what he saw of it at first seemed quite out of the ordinary. There were a handful things wandering around the village that clearly weren't human, or natural, but things seemed peaceful. He had decided he would watch from afar for a few days to get a better picture of what was going on here, and so far what he'd seen seemed like life in any peaceful village. The building he was currently looking at had people coming and going from it at regular intervals, and from what he could tell it was a bar of some sort. Again, it seemed like a relatively peaceful place. He looked at the aquila in his hand and pocketed it, standing up. Things here didn't seem harmful, and it was time for a closer look. Quietly, he made his way towards the bar. As he got closer, he managed to get a better look at the sign. The Good Spirits Bar, it read. So it was as he suspected. His guess confirmed, he now only knew one thing. And that was that he could use a drink. He took hold of the handle of the door, and entered, hoping he wasn't making a fool decision.]

Corbec will be in the bar for most of the evening. Do feel free to stop him before he enters if you wish, however.

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Top you up?

[ later in the evening, the petite barmaid approached with a half-empty bottle in hand. she'd watched him from a distance, remarking on his unfamiliar face. new to town, she wondered...? or just the bar?

buffy lifts the bottle in an additional silent offer. ]

[Funnily enough, Jack will be at the bar for much of the evening as well. He takes a seat in his customary spot and shakes out a couple of pills into one palm, chasing them with his favorite variety of rum -- Screech.

How did it become his favorite? It's like the worst stuff ever.

He glances over at a man who is obviously a newcomer.]

You ever burn your tonsils out with liquor, mate?

Surly soldier in a bar? I'd seen that job before, definitely. This one, though, wasn't asking after people.

He did, however, look like he'd avoided the village for a while at first. Kinda smelled like it, too. Ah, well. Paranoia, I'm not the one to fault him for that. I nodded to him in greeting.

"Hey. New to town, I take it?"

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