Message #125253

[Logar]

Roleplay from Logar Soul

Logar entered the tavern of Lavendrow. The 'Sword Swallow Inn' was an extremely popular gathering hole for the more wealthy of men--Peasantry and misfits were forced out simply from the unspoken message set by the scrutinising frowns expressed by the regulars with large purses.

The whores were doing their rounds, entertaining and teasing the crowds, enticing easy drunken prey to place coins in their bulging purses, before accompanying them to various rooms on the top floor. A chuckling, giggling group of young ladies huddled together aound one man at the end of the bar. Finally catching a glimpse of the popular man through a gap, as one of the girls swayed slightly to the left; There as expected, was Vice Marshal Jericho telling tales of his new mighty weapon he had aquired just the day before.

Logar approached the crowd, and one by one the girls walked away after catching glimpse of the Marshal, recognising the air of authority about him.
Now when all the girls had moved their attention to other unsuspecting victims in the bar, Logar sat beside the Vice Marshal, grinned and orders two ales.

"Great to see you again my friend" Logar spoke, "I am glad to see that recent events have not tarnished your taste in fine ladies"

Together they talked, and talked, laughed and drunk. "I really must teach Lord Axylia the correct use of the compass" Logar expressed "Inklen is the opposite direction to Lavendrow, Bah! Either that, or his scribes need to be replaced by more competent folk"

Jericho handed over his new unique axe, when Logar requested a look at the fine weapon.
"Beautiful" he stated, whilst swinging to and fro, clumsily knocking over his ale, then accidently catching his leg armour leaving a healthy chink. Another swing assured that he lost his grip resulting in the axe dropping to the floor, bounced until 'clunk' it laid to rest after hitting the foot of a large bearded trader.
Angrily, the giant of a man stood up and charged towards Logar with intent to harm.
At that moment Lord Adrianus; whom had been watching the events unfold from the opposite side of the room; Charged in between the burley trader and his Marshal, halting the trader in his tracks. Adrianus whispered something unheard into the trader's ear. The trader knodded once at Adrianus, then at Logar before returning to his seat.