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A male walks into a bar. He has typical clothing and his items are stowed professionally in his backpack and a couple of bags. He heads straight to the bar and orders,
"Elven wine please."
Taking his glass, he sits at one of the open empty tables. While new to the city and his profession, he seems to radiate an unexplained other kind of "experience" even he doesn't understand.
Sipping his wine, he wonders who else will show up on this tavern.
"Elven wine please."
Taking his glass, he sits at one of the open empty tables. While new to the city and his profession, he seems to radiate an unexplained other kind of "experience" even he doesn't understand.
Sipping his wine, he wonders who else will show up on this tavern.
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"Hi! I will have a glass of human whisky and mead."
The tavernkeeper looks bewildered.
"Yes, together. And make mead a bit strong with barley mash... I hope the malt was caramel in todays batch... three steps would be just fine for flavor. And by human whisky I mean one fit for consumption by humans, not one made from humans. I don't have a lot of preference for whisky, just need it so that I can sleep nicely tonight. Lately its getting hard to sleep."
The tavernkeeper looks suspicious.
"I have drunk those toghether don't worry. I will sit there if it will take some time. A piece of garlic bread, freshly baked would do well with mead. You can ask your employee to serve whisky later."
She sits near another person sitting on the table.
"Hi! I am Maeve. Who are you?"
"I am the truthseeker. Hail and well met m'lady!
Did you want anything else to eat? I was about to order dinner soon, and I'm told their portions are large here."
The person sitting next is truthseeker - a name which appears to be beneficial to her objectives. However her only conversations were with monks, her subordinates and superiors in military.
"That is a peculiar way of saying it. I sense that you don't put a lot of stress on the first letter of your name."
The man thinks about it, as if it resonated a chord, but then shakes if off, after all, it's not important is its importance...wait, this needs to be said aloud to who mentioned it...
"Why yes, it's a goal, but I am no vital force better than everybody; such pride is a distraction. So it is not capitalized indeed. Anyway, names are often mistaken for who you are and forgotten that identity is also what you do. "
The man internally blinks again. Where did this last part about identity come from? I have a happy family: two parents a sister, and a birth-name. I thought this was just an adventurer moniker...yet...I know this is true also. Guess I'm wiser than I gave myself credit for....
Maeve thinks, she had heard that manner of speech before. Shaking off the terrible feeling that the man sitting before her was a subject of torture of Illithids...
Why indeed! The monks used to talk like that! Is this man from some monastery? Although having spent part of her childhood in monastery, she was never the part of monastic order. Only thing she remembers was the beer they used to brew to be self-reliant. Ah! The non-sticky taste of that beer.
"I see. So you seek truth! But isn't that paradox in itself? You seek truth, in order to seek truth, you must know truth. However, if you already know truth, you no longer have to seek truth. So you see, unless you seek unknown, you won't be able to seek anything!"
Usually, the monks in monastery used to drink lots of beer after she asked questions. That will make it easy to get information. Indeed, that was the plan. Her role as a leader from failed military campaign seemed to be working well.
A flash of a familiar-looking Master asking "What is the sound of One Hand Clapping" entered his thoughts? the truthseeker drunk from his wine, but not for the reasons she thought. He internally composed himself from this (obvious fictional imagining) distraction of purpose internally and replied,
"Truth is what on finds for themselves. it seems that my truth is to be the best I can be in life...in my case, the best wizard I can be. What the truth is for all of us, I am not sure. Speaking of, did you wish any dinner? I never got an an answer from that question."
"Ah! The dinner! Yes let us partake of food as any day may be our last. Speaking of which, the tavern is quite empty. Are we too early for the day here?"
*He orders the house special and notices the additional patrons or lack thereof*
"Yes I was wondering this as well. Hopefully, additional people will enter or we will see more of who is already here momentarily...."
(OOC: Hoping more people will post here.)
''Your kin aren't served here!'' Bartender snaps.
''If you want to, i can go tavern of your rival, they serve drows there.'' Thaix answers.
''Ehm...just wait and you'll get your wine in a moment.'' Bartender manages to say.
After getting what he wants Thaix walks to darkest corner in tavern.
"I read in a book 200 years old at monastery, left by an adventurer. Aren't you supposed to hack those kind of elves and take away their loot? The adventurer used to do it as the most natural thing."
Maeve is genuinely confused at this first contact with a character out of a book.
(biting commentary display name pun intentional)
The man sees the other one hiding in the corner and waves him(?) over with a friendly signal.
*He glares at the bartender for such rudeness*
*looks at imtruthseeker waving to unknown stranger*
Maeve thinks to herself, a greeting to a 'that kind of elf' - interesting. So before murdering and looting you have to do some social actions for confirmations too! Maeve nods in a sagely gesture understanding the enlightened knowledge.
With one hand in open position to grab the mace, she waves at unknown figure too, with a smile.
*waves*
*spoiler*
OFC:
omg, I resisted using bear smiley: sin. It would have taken all the punch out of rp
no more OFC
*spoiler ends*
*Wonders why she keeps whispering "just a little closer..."*
(at least i think they were meant for him xDD
"Why don't we call him up to our table, truth?"
Maeve, still smiling suggests.
"I'm not young anymore, stranger"
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"Oops! Forgot it on prayer table." she thinks to herself.
Maeve is flustered. But her smile is not. Her smile has been forged by desperate situations when she was sole source of morale as a leader alongside her army.
"Then why don't you introduce yourself" Maeve says without any change in expression.
"You should try it too. If you keep a smile on your face, even desperate situations can be overcome with wisdom, Thy-axe"
said Maeve.
"Its Thaix, not Thy-axe. And i've experienced far too much to smile like that, human" Thaix answers angrily.
"Or maybe you have experienced to less for that smile,... and you are? a kind of non-human?"
OOC:-
oh come on, even if you have drow eyes, you still can't be 100% sure that I am thinking of killing you. Show some doubt!! lol
OOC:- How would you act after 30years of torture?
"Or then you humans have always tried to kill me. And you really don't know who i am?" Thaix answers wondering if this female was kidding or not.
"Ah! I see the root of your hatred. But fear not..."
Maeve gives a cryptic smile,
"... humans have tried to kill me too - and the catch is, both dead and undead! Have a seat and lets share some tales!"
Thaix seems unimpressed "Only humans? Well tell me then how would you act after over one hundred year of adventuring when mostly almost every dwarf human elf and undead have tried to end your life?"
Maeve signals towards truth who seems to be lost in meditation. Maeve wonders if she heard right. Doesn't he seems like a monk? World is full of wonders.