Roleplay from Rogos V'Orlan
Dockside Drinks
The Rose and Two was familiar to Rogos, though he had never been inside, it was well known as a prestigious establishment with some of the most expensive land in the city, rivalling even some noble residences. He ran his hands along the boulders that flanked the beachfront entrance to the establishment, noting how oddly soft they were, and so close to the sea.
This place is far too poncy, but I suppose I should respect Nemean's choice, considering how his time at the Bloody Stump went a few months ago.
The food smelled divine, roast pork with garlic, onion, honey, and... a strong red wine by the smell of it. He had been looking forward to this small get-together, drinking alone was not much his forte, but confined to a study, his letters, or the academy, he had little time to head out and socialise, and he had grown unfortunately accustomed to the practice. A short but tidy beard adorned his face, and his black curly locks had been shorn almost entirely off only hours before he received Nemean's formal invitation, leaving but stubble behind. Another campaign was on the horizon and of all things he did not want to worry about his hair. He wore a loosely fitting tunic of pure white trimmed with cloth of gold, and dark leather breeches that buttoned at his navel. An unusually long sword was strapped to his waist, leather belt dyed a pale sandy colour, standing out against his breeches.
My birthday was yesterday. He realised, somewhat unnerved by how quickly the year had rolled around. He started it as a Lieutenant in the Opal Griffons, and now he stood at Marshal Ulric's side as his second in command. A new title, but much the same job.
The more things change, the more they stay the same...
A smile lit up Rogos' face as he ascended the stairs to the unnecessarily heavy doors and spotted the dogs ostensibly guarding it. He crouched down and extended a hand to them, looking them over and roughing them up playfully. Training and habit took over and he examined the dogs thoroughly but quickly, and was pleased with what he saw, two well mannered pups that were looked after properly. Looking to the kennels was his job for almost two years in the Griffons as a young man, and had forever impressed a love of hounds on his heart, though the company kept no dogs at present. Dog slobber wiped on his breeches, he stood up, even more pleased to be out and about in Perdan City with a purpose. He spotted the pair of Perdanese nobles occupying the bar as he walked through the doors and threw his arms up, shouting over the music,
"His Royal Highness, Marshal Nemean of Perdan's Blackmane Paladins! It has a wonderful ring to it doesn't it doesn't it?" He strode over, clapping his hand on Nemean's back in congratulations. "I am ecstatic you were given the position my friend. And Ser Kenneth! A pleasure to see you in something other than last month's plate armor once more," He exaggerated a bow in greeting, "If I recall Nemean's request correctly, you should be enjoying some extended time off here in Perdan City I should imagine. Ale, sea breeze, time to think and breathe without having to pack up camp every single morning."
He glanced around, "And... Isn't Lord Derrik supposed to be arriving as well?"
