OOC: Beware, this won't be fun for long!


Aralishia Bandaar, travlerer of Yomeniampa and daughter of Aelin, was surprised to be having a pleasant time. She sat around a table with a few others. One man was hidden beneath his cloak. There was something fishy about him, but Ara didn't pursue the matter.

"There once was a volcano in the Ered Annon..." Said one.
"It was dormant for years." said Ara.
The next man spoke. "But one fateful day, it erupted in bubbles." Everyone looked strangely at him.
"Alright, alright; and when the volcano erupted...."

Ara glanced around the table. It seemed like a very long silence. All one could hear was the rain dripping softly on the rooftop of the Wilwarin Inn and Pub. Ara looked around at all the people; most were having a good time. but one woman wasn't.
"I told you, it's impossible!"
"NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE" said the man beside her, raising his voice.
"This is!"
"Balderdash! This is very possible, why don't you beleive me?"
"You have proven you can't be trusted!" said the woman, who stormed angrily out the pub. "No, wait" said the man, chasing after her into the rain."Why don't you trust me? What do you want."
The woman was in tears." No...more...secrets..."
His voice was strangely cold. He didn't seem happy at the response.
"Secrets are my life."
The woman was crying softly, and she headed further into the rain. The man came back into the inn.
Ara's attention was taken back to the table when someone spoke.

Triella was sitting at a small table, playing chess with another old man. they'd gotten ditched by LaPlace again for some reason. He told her to wait right there for some reason. So rather than sit around and get plastered or die from sheer boredom, she set up a chess board and had been playing a couple different people for the past couple of hours.

They'd underestimated the players who came by, a few were just bored themselves and intoxicated, they weren't the challenge. It was the old guys who came in to just socialize. their wits were usually as refined as their wisdom, and it'd either be a close game, or she lost. At least it wasn't like against LaPlace and she had a chance. So it was enjoyable to actually play a game beyond ten turns.

The shouting couple got her interest though. It was just a mild distraction, but they paused when he stated what his life was. Was he a spy? An information broker? Maybe LaPlace wanted them to trail and subdue this guy...perhaps she was supposed to follow the woman.

What to do...

Abel weaved through the few people in the rain washed streets, his cloak protecting him from most of the rain, but some of it still hitting his burning form, resulting in alot of steam erupting from his skin. He made it to the tavern and quickly warping into a his humanoid shape as he walked through the open door and stepped inside. He ran his hair through his long golden hair before moving to an empty table and slumping into the seat with a contented sigh, his head leaning back over the back of the chair as he relaxed after his mad dash to make it here. He stretched a little as a barmaid came over and asked if he wanted anything, a professional smile on her lips. "No thank you, I am quite content to sit here and relax. I may want to rent a room later though, if the rain doesn't let up" he said, giving a smile to the maid as he did so.
"Okay, just speak to the bartender if you do need a room" she replied, before turning and moving off to another table. Abel had closed his eyes and was completely relaxed when he heard a woman and a man arguing loudly, quickly taking the argument outside where it continued to waft in through the open door. The man returned to the bar room, but the woman must have stayed outside. He wanted to go and ask her what was wrong, but that probably wasn't the best idea, him being what he was, so he decided to ask the man instead. He got up from his table and made his way over to the man through the tables.
"Excuse me, sir, I couldn't help but overhear your conversation with that woman, and I am curious as to what sparked it. I apologise if I am overstepping myself."