Inouv 22, 228: Showing A Drunkard Out

Showing A Drunkard Out
Summary: On the day following his recruitment as a supplier and bouncer to the Bard's Tale Tavern, Adlivun gets the first chance to show his worth.
OOC Date: 11/12/2013 (OOC)
Related: None yet.
Airysse Adlivun 
Bard's Tale Tavern, Stormvale
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.
22nd of Inouv, 228

It is afternoon but the Bard's Tale Tavern is already reasonably filled, with people from all over the town and beyond scattered over the common room, some sitting at the tables, while others just stand there, a mug of ale in hand. The sound of constant chatter fills the place, while a red-haired serving wench tries to make her way through the tables, carrying four full mugs, the strain at the weight clearly visible in her mien, although she tries to conceal it with a charming smile.

Adlivun enters the tavern from the street, pulling down the hood of his ranger-like cloak. He runs his fingers through his short black hair, then takes a seat at one of the only empty tables. He watches the serving girl running about, impressed with her ability to run about with so much in her hands. He calmly waits for her to get to him, taking his coin pouch from his belt and setting it in front of him, counting his money, largely stars with a few patin in the mix as well.

Airysse hands one of the mugs to a middle aged man with a beard, and when she continues on her perilous path, she is pushed, maybe by accident, and almost loses her balance. The source of the trouble, another man with a balding head sways dangerously - yes, he's had a couple of drinks already - his bleary eyes stare at the girl as he belts: "Can't you look where you're going wench?" Airysse holds on to her remaining three mugs, and spotting Adlivun and his counting of the money with keen blue eyes she drifts past him, handing him one of the mugs, her gaze flitting to the money in his hands. "Ale?" She holds out her hand to him, while the other is busy holding the remaining two mugs.

Adlivun nods to the girl, smiling. "Yes, please." He takes a sip from the stein, then pays her a couple of stars, winking at her, then immediately gets up from his table and goes to the man swaying back and forth dangerously. "That was quite rude of you to say when you bumped into that poor girl. I think you should apologize." His voice is even, but stern, hands at his sides.

Airysse's mien is warmed by a smile when she receives the payment, and Adlivun's wink earns him one of her own. "New to town, are ye?", she inquires, remaining there for a moment, her free hand brushing down her brown skirt as the other still is holding those two heavy mugs. The smile fades a touch when she sees the man is going over to the drunkard. "No… wait…" But it is already too late. The balding one, a large fellow of sturdy built reveals a row of blackened teeth stumps as he smiles at Adlivun. "What's it you sayin'? I'm rude? To /that wench/?", he barks, a voice that is suprisingly loud as it resounds through the room. "Apol'gize? She! She should apol'gize! She push'd me, that stupid girl."

Adlivun keeps looking at the man. "Yes, my very drunk friend. I'm saying you were quite rude to the serving girl, who you swayed into due to the fact that you've had a few too many tankards. I'm asking that you apologize, nicely." His hands clench into fists. "You won't like it when I stop being nice. Then I'll have to escort you out, as is my job here."

Airysse gaze flits from the drunkard to Adlivun, and then to the two mugs still in her hands. She manages to get rid of them as quickly as possible, as she puts them down onto a nearby table, nodding to the two people sitting there. "I'll come for the payment later," she mutters before she moves over to Adlivun, her hands pressed against her sides as she eyes the situation unfolding.

The man snorts and spits out, his saliva only landing a few inches short of Adlivun's feet. "You wanna impress her, right? Can't blame ya, she's a beauty, in't she? But no way will I apol'gize for her blunder. No offence."

Adlivun shakes his head. "Not here to impress, though she is certainly not difficult to look at. Just here to do my job, and make sure people act right, and take responsibility for their own drunken actions." He turns to look at the girl, giving her a small smile, before returning his gaze to the man. "Now, one least time. Admit that it was you who ran into her, due to your wretched drunkenness, and ask for her forgiveness."

Airysse's mouth twitches into a wry smile when Adlivun shoots her that glance, still she shakes her head ever so slightly towards him, as if she wanted to tell him the drunkard is not worth the effort. That exchange of glances is noticed by the baldhead and he chuckles, revealing those blackened teeth again as well as unleashing a strikingly bad breath on the young man. "Oh my, 'not difficult to look at'. The answer is no, lad. Leave it. Not necessary, she adores you already. Even if she's a clumsy bitch."

Adlivun attempts to swing at the man, but unfortunately doesn't connect. He does, however, drop into a combat-ready boxing stance, hands up to protect his face, fists clenched with the thumb outside of the fist.

Airysse's blue eyes widen, and she takes a step backwards, bumping into a group of similarly swaying men who are luckily of a less easily irritated disposition. Whereas the baldhead breaks into a fit of laughter. "Sorry, lad. You'll regret this,…" he barks, taking a step twords Adlivun, swaying again dangerously before he tries to place a hit to the young man's chin.

Adlivun ducks under the man's swing and throws out a quick jab to his body, aiming to his him in the solat plexis, even though he doesn't know what that is. His father had just told him 'hit a man here to really hurt him.'

There is a legend that surrounds drunken people, saying that there is some one, a Guardian watching over them, sometimes. This bald one seems to be blessed with this particular luck of the drunken, as he loses his balance just at about the same moment Adlivun is swinging at him, and bumps into two other men standing close by and watching the spectacle. "Bah, stupids? What's up with all this pushing around in this place?" the drunkard roars, flipping back into his slightly shaky stance. Then his bleary gaze brushes Adlivun and he remembers. "And you! You're the worst of all!" With this said, he launches at the young man, trying to fell him with his weight and impetus to burry him beneath his tall sturdy form on the ground.

Adlivun quickly sidesteps the man's stumbling, throwing a hard jab at the man's kidneys.

Finally the many ales he has already had take their toll. The bald one launches forward, missing Adlivun by only a few inches, whereas the hard jab hits home with full impact, making the man groan with pain as he falls onto the ground, where he remains for the next few moments. He tries to get up, but his arms fail him the first time. A second time. His fist hits the ground as an avalanche of slurred and probably flithy language leaves his mouth. "…damn you, boy…" Airysse appears at Adlivun's side, her hand reaching for his arm to hold him back. "He's had enough, I think.", she says, as a grateful smile lights those blue eyes of hers, and one hand moves to brush a loose strand of red hair from her view. "I thank you, master…?"

Adlivun looks to the man, then back to the girl, with a warm smile, as if he hadn't just slammed his fist into a man's kidney moments ago. "Adlivun. Adlivun Soven. A pleasure to meet you, miss…?" He takes her hand and kisses it gently, formally, his grey eyes looking into her blue ones.

There is light blush turning her cheeks a shade of pink, when the serving wench smiles and gives her name. "Well, I'm Airysse. Airysse Grafton. I work here." Her blue eyes flit downward to him as his lips touch her hand, and she giggles. "Master Adlivun. I owe you a drink, I s'ppose." The bald one is lifted to his feet by two other guests and they support him sufficiently to help him outside, the three of them still swaying dangerously from side to side.

Adlivun smiles and shakes his head. "That's not necessary, Madame Grafton. I was simply doing my duty, and my job. My father always taught me to protect others, especially women, and those who cannot protect themselves." He straightens his cloak a bit. "If you like, I can help you with your work. Or, if you'd care to join me after things calm down a bit, I would be more than happy to speak with you then."

"Madame Grafton?" Airysse chuckles, an amused glint sparkling in her blue eyes. "I am not that old yet, just call me Airysse." Then she shakes her head. "Help me with my work? It is my job, good man. I'm getting paid for it, and I can certainly manage." Then she blushes and shoots Adlivun a glance that gives away she is flattered. "I'd be glad to speak with you too. But… is it true what you said, that you are employed to take care of trouble here?" Referring to a thing she remembers hearing him say to the bald one.

Adlivun smiles and nods. "It is. Well, I am here to supply meat and herbs, with my trade as a hunter, but I also am here to make sure there isn't too much trouble. Madame Raines said she was happy to have me here to make sure trouble ends as quick as it starts."

Another strand of red hair is brushed out of her face when Airysse nods, a warm smile lighting her face. "Oh, I already feel much safer now. Adlivun." A wink accompanies her use of his first name without the appropriate 'master' before it. Her hands move to smoothen her brown skirts, and she adjusts the chemise that has slipped over one of her shoulders. "And… Thanks again, for showing that drunkard out. Even though he didn't exactly apologize."

Adlivun smiles and nods. "It's no problem, Airysse. And don't worry. Next time he comes in, he will." He winks at her again, sitting back down at his seat. "I await the time you can sit with me and we can talk."

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