Roleplay from Kenneth MacArbin
Dockside Drinks
Kenneth was more than a little frustrated. He still needed to prove himself further before he could even consider taking up a new life as a Diplomat, and keeping a wary eye on the border while the main army marched to oust the northerners from the Mines of Isadril rankled. More importantly, that meant he was separated again from Dustiria, and most annoyingly she had been so caught up in the whirlwind refit that she had been unable to join him for even a moment.
A cooler head might have taken more solace in the words of both Marshals about his utility, but a cooler head was not normally a trait associated with frustrated young men who were recently boys, so alas Kenneth fumed more than was good for him.
His annoyance peaked at an unmarked message on his desk, and he tore it open with more force than strictly necessary, scattering the remnants of the seal. It appeared to be from his temporary Marshal, and seemed a terse "invitation" of sorts. He had vaguely heard of the establishment, and had to consult with one of the messenger runners before he could place it. Duty first, then, as this was unlikely to be a military affair.
He gave orders for the usual scouting of Bescanon, scowled as it showed them holding position still. He reviewed the usual daily report on the city, frowned, examined the reports more closely, and blanched as he realized the state of the Perdan City itself. A quick note to the Duke and orders for civil work to Captain Septinia followed. And with that...He found himself with no more excuses.
He dressed in finery more befitting the locale, bright silks in his House colours with his long, dark hair bound back with the House emblem in amethyst. He still had his sword, and still his fighting boots, remembering the events of the last social event Marshal Nemean had been involved in. He did not know all the details, but the cleaning up at the Stump had taken quite a while.
As he made his way to the beach, the sight of two massive dogs briefly took him aback. They seemed friendly enough, though, and he enjoyed the feel of such massive creatures on either side. Guard dogs, indeed.
The decor of the place was certainly enjoyable, though somewhat spoiled by the presence of the object of a fair amount of his annoyance at the bar. Kenneth's honeyed skin showed well against the dark wood of the bar as he decided to forego protocol and sit immediately. He kept the annoyance out of his voice, though it neutral, rather than warm.
"A fine locale."
