Umbra 37, 228: Chatter at The Bards Tale Tavern

Zedd, Victoria and Venan chat at the Bards Tale Tavern.

Chatter at The Bards Tale Tavern
Summary: Zedd, Victoria and Venan chat at the Bards Tale Tavern.
OOC Date: November 10, 2013 (OOC)
Related: None
Zedd Venan Victoria 
Bards Tale Tavern
The Bard's Tale Tavern is where the locals come to drink, game, talk, and generally relax. The atmosphere in the main room is crowded, smoke-filled and noisy. In the southeast corner, to the right of the main door as you enter, is a large stone fireplace; on the other side of the door, a window shows the flickering torchlight from the village street. The furniture is coarse, yet comfortable; mostly plain wood, but a few of the chairs have upholstered seats. Hardly any of it has escaped the years unscathed, though; nearly every table, chair and barstool carries nicks, dents and stains, whether from bar fights or simply clumsy customers. The wooden floorboards are regularly swept clean.

At the far end of the room is a long bar, and on the wall over it a large, hand painted sign. Behind the bar you can see a door leading to the tavern kitchen. A staircase along the west wall leads up to guest quarters where weary travellers can rest and relax.

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Venan opens the door and steps inside while singing a merry little tune that has been popular amongst drunks and children alike. It recounts the adventures of a crafty dire squirel as it torments the hunters who seek to capture it.

Upon hearing the words from Victoria it does cause Zedd to laugh before shrugging and looking over towards her table. "Occasionally. At least when trying to figure a few things out." He says before gesturing for her to join him. "Although I would need to ask, are you spying on me?" He offers with a grin. His attention shifts though when he hear the singing. Eyes going towards the man that steps into the establishment. Studying him for a moment. Giving him a respectful nod if he looks over.

Venan gives a brief wave continuing on into the kitchen, apparently with some delivery to make based on the small sack hanging from his shoulder.

Venan emerges from the kitchen folding up the empty sack he's carrying, "…said it were strong enough to make a boar balk so you be sure and send word around to the Inn when it be ready for I'm wickedly curious as to how that might taste."

Zedd chuckles and nods, "I suppose so. Although I only mutter if I don't mind people hearing what I say. So I suppose it's nothing too interesting." He offers with a grin. Focusing on his meal again then, seeing as Victoria does not seem to wish to join him. The reappearance of Venan does get a glance and a raised brow, trying to figure what he might be speaking of. For now not interupting the converation though. He does keep an eye on the man in between bites even so.

Victoria is quite fine at her own table, the raven haired woman continuing to focus on her bread and cheese, taking another bite and chewing it with a nod, agreeing with Zedd, "Hardly interesting at all, to be honest, but then as you said, you don't mind people hearing it." Amber gaze will dance lightly, the Huntress glancing up with interest at Venan as he emerges back out from the kitchen.

Venan swings round to the customer side of the bar and takes a seat, "I'd say the cook promised me a drink for bein so quick to carry that over, but I think he can still hear me." He chuckles, "So how about I pay for one and you check and see if I've earned favor enough for you to refill it once to ensure that the next errand is done just as quick?" He sets a few copper down for the drink then turns to look about the Tavern. He waves to Victoria and Zedd again when he sees them glancing his way, "Light bless ya."

Zedd chuckles and shakes his head at Vic's words, "True enough. Though you are free to join if you wish." He offers. Still looking at Venan though, grinning a bit at the words. As for the ones for him and Victoria, he bows his head. "Same to you, my good man. If you get bored over there I don't mind company." He offers. He's the mayor after all. Need to keep in good with the people.

"We're conversing just fine from this vantage point, don't you think?" The huntress will murmur, finishing off her food and pushing the bowl away as her gaze flickers off towards a group of men playing cards, lips licked of crumbs and cheese as she tugs off her gloves to massage her fingers, "Light bless you as well." She'll murmur back to Venan, a deep breath taken in, her chair sunk into a little more deeply.

Venan receives his mug full of cider though the question of the refill has yet to be resolved. He looks towards Zedd and rises from his seat saying "Ah, well I'm not one to grow bored easily, but nor am I one to turn down an invitation to dine on another's coin. Quite generous of you to offer, what is it that we're having and would you let me at least buy you a drink for your generousity?" He touches his fingers to his head by way of thanks for the blessing from Victoria though he does add, "You're sure you won't come join us, Mistress? You've the look of a woman I owe a drink to."

There's is a smirk to the words offered from the huntress, "True enough. Just thought I'd be kind to offer. Suppose you prefer speaking over a distance." He offers a bit playfully. Finishing his meal and having his cup refilled. Nodding to Venan at his grateful words, "IT is no issue. PErhaps together we could even convince the huntress of joining us." He suggests and smirks, casting a glance over before looking back to Venan. "Zedarious Davriel. Most call me Zedd. I admit to being the mayor of this fine city. And it is quite fine, you should not need to buy something just to get to keep me company." He assures the man, smiling politely.

"No, but I do prefer my own space over lunch time." Vic will murmur, not rising to the playful tone of the Mayor, her spoon picked up once her bread is done so she can finish off this delicious stew of Eloise's in the kitchen, "Oh, believe me, if you owed me something, it would not be a drink." Said with a sly smile, the woman shakin her head once more to refuse the offer of moving tables, content to stay as is, where she is, amber gaze all the while searching the room, keeping a keen ear out.

Venan shifts his cup to his off hand and offers the Mayor a handclasp as he draws close, "Pleasant meeting, Mayor, my name be Venan so that is what most call me, and it is indeed a fine city." He settles down in a chair, "As for the drink, Mistress, you've the same look as a woman who once drew bow and aimed what looked to be quite squarely at the bridge of my nose. Right then and there I swore that should you have the good grace to miss, or to be aiming elsewhere, that I'd buy you as many drinks as you should like in the hopes that should you ever decide to draw on me again, there'd at least be more than one of me for you to have to choose from to aim at."

Zedd does quietely sip from his drink. Listening amused to both of those speaking. Shaking his head a bit. For now deciding to just listen in on the others. All he does offer is a replied greeting to Venan, "Pleasant meeting indeed, Venan."

"Oh by the sweet toes of Sess, a word smith." Victoria will murmur with amused ire as she listens to Venan, her eyes briefly closing as the woman exhales out a slow breath, one eye opening, then the other, like a lazy cat who just had it's fill of cream, lips pursing ever so slightly. Dark locks frame her face as her right hand lifts to brush back through her hair with a smirk, head shaking, "You would hope to the Gods and Goddesses that drink would make my aim more whimsical, but all it does is remove the inclination to think before I shoot, Venan, was it? Whereas my aim is thoughtful when I do not imbibe, I lose all compulsion to avoid a shot when sauced to the brim. So keep your drinks, and pray next time my arrow finds you that it does not seek you out to join with your flesh." A laugh then, the Huntress relenting as she exhales again, nudging her chin towards Zedd, "Ply those drinks on the good mayor here instead on my behalf."

Venan tsks, "Smiths take raw lumpy things and beat and pry them until they have something sensible, that is not at all what I do, Mistress. I take those words that you inspire, and remove those that are not best suited, I am a word whittler, not a smith." He shrugs, "But as you like, I'm not one to spend my money where it isn't appreciated and if you're the sort to dishonor a honest deal made with the gods then that's your business. I didn't offer them a petty plea or a bit of beggin, it were a straight up deal and they accepted, and if you should decide that I'd look better with a fetching fletching accessory then that's the payment they ask of me." He looks over to Zedd, "Of course I'm rather hoping the gods think us square on the deal but that is the sort of trouble you get into with an open ended bargain."

Zedd chuckles and shakes his head, "Either way, let us just hope no arrows find flesh. It's just such a mess for me to get cleaned up from the streets." He offers with a grin as he drinks from his cup. Leaning back as he hears Vic's suggestion of giving the drinks to him instead, "Ah. Well I must say that I should not drink too much. I still have rounds to make, people to meet. IT would not bode well for the mayor too be too drunk to handle business would it?" He offers and grins. Nodding to Venan's words on the deal as well, "Indeed. Though as I said, for now I am quite fine. PErhaps another time, if you would insist." He says and grins.

"My arrows usually only find the flesh of animals I eat and wear, so none have to worry unless laws are being broken and I've been given purchase to pursue. And even then may not find a sharp arrow in your backside so much as a blunted tip to stall your flight." Victoria states with a smirk, left shoulder lifting up as she shrugs it, "And what deals you've made with the Gods and Goddeses is of your own accord, I've not yet been contacted by any to verify your claims."

Venan managed to smile in a sorrowful manner, "Ah, well it seems I'm not to buy anyone drinks today other than myself." He spreads his hands, "But, what can a man do. Perhaps another time then, Mayor, and if not another time, Mistress perhaps you'll think of something else I can offer by way of thanks for the finesse of your bow work."

Victoria's head tilts to the side, the woman having seated next to a window in this fine tavern, listening, "Perhaps another time, Mayor, Venan. I'm sure I can think of a whole range of methods to arrange for thanks." Snagging up her gloves she'll tug them back on, pulling up her hood and giving her cloak a shake from the outer edges before she steps around her chair and moves to head on out to a waiting bird of prey.

Venan consults the bottom of his cider cup for understanding as to Victoria's meaning. As he lowers the cup he muses, "I'm thinkin, she's meaning something less enjoyable than buying a pretty Misstress a few drinks." He rubs the side of his nose, "Cause I don't think I've got favor enough with the gods that she'd be meaning anything else."

Zedd chuckles, shaking his head a bit. "PErhaps. Or more enjoyable. You'll never know." He offers, taking a deep breath. "Well, I should get going as well. It's been a pleasure meeting you, Venan. And a pleasure seeing you again, despite being at different tables, miss Victoria." He offers as he pays for himself,as well as refill for Venan. Bowing he takes his retreat to continue on his duties.

Victoria is already well on her way out, a hand lifting to wave at the tavern occupants in general before she presses out into the bright day air outside, inundated immediately by the rain that's falling outside.

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