A Drink for the Soul

[Avean Luxenbourg]

Avean entered the tavern, an air bubble surrounding her. She flicked her hand and the bubble dissapeared. Avea walked upto the bar and ordered a seltzer water.

[Fera Lupinus]

Fera walked in silently behind Avean shaking her head to move her violet locks out of her face. She noticed quite suddenly that the air bubble had been in a sense popped for she could now feel the slightly chiller air of the tavern. Grinning she followed her up to the bar, though not wanting anything at the moment simply stood there looking at her surroundings.

[Avean Luxenbourg]

Avean watched her curiousity.
"Simply darling place isn't it?" she commented, setting her glass down and turning to look at her. She followed the walls, looking at the others that occupied the tavern.

[Hayzie]

"Well that was interesting," Hayzie muttered to herself, noting the bubble hat had disappeared from round one of her female customers. The stiltzer water was served up quickly and with a smile, before the barlass continued wiping down the bar and cleaning glasses.

She had heard of Mages in the City, but was unsure what to believe on the matter. The redhead hadn't been able to get out and about much since she had arrived in Avaren, and so still knew little of the people there, but was always willing to exchange stories and experiences with people... should they choose to share them.

[Avean Luxenbourg]

"Thank you Miss." she said bowing her head slightly to the young woman. Avean turned and watched Fera's amazment.

[Tristram]

It seemed to take forever for the young man outside to work up his courage, but finally he stepped inside the tavern while closing the door behind him. The name of the young lad was Tristram Landevor, and he had been placed in the warrior class since he had no skill with magic, and he was contented with that decsion. He might not be as good a fighter with hand weapons as other militia members, but he did make use of two weapons and they were slowly becoming natural for him to use. The yew longbow that he carried on his back, yet it would take ages for him to sting since he had not the strength to do so.

Tristram had dirty, blond hair and was of a decent height for someone at his age (18 and he is 6 feet tall). Although he didn't have the beefy, compact muscles that most of the warriors that he had heard of sported; his leaner muscles made him swift and stealthy. Though he had no mind to be a thief; that was just a dishonorable field to enter in his mind. And as for the other weapon that he had stashed into his belt was a hand axe, which he had grown used to since he chopped down many a tree when he worked on his father's farm.

But now the boy had grown up and left the farmer in the west and had journeyed eastward; to Avaren and it was there that he intended to make a future for himself. Not a name, for that was just something that he didn't need; he hated the attention of the masses. He prefered to be left only or congratulated in private, but public gratification was too much for him.

The strapping, young lad wore a green forester's shirt and wore the brown pants and boots that came from his land. Underneath his quiver and his longbow, was a wooden shield; it's only use was for when he needed to use the hand axe. The only part of the entire that he needed was a hat, for Tristram had grown tired of the rain constantly soaking his head. But now he was inside a tavern; and that was all well and good. Nervously approaching the girl that seemed to be the owner, Tristram quickly tapped her on the shoulder and pulled away.

"Excuse me Miss...but this is the tavern? If it isn't; I am so sorry...I'll just head out then."

[Avean Luxenbourg]

Avean watched the boy with intrest for he looked much like the men from her own land. She then turned back and took a sip of her seltzer water, sighing deeply.
She wrapped her cloak tighter around her and crossed her legs, her long red hair, flowing down her shoulders.

[Guinevere Viperatus]

A young woman stepped into the tavern. She had dark hair that fell to the middle of her back that was pulled into a tight braid. She wore a black shirt, a cropped leather jacket over. As everything she wore was black, so were the boots and pants she wore. A sword hung from her hip and cross bow was strapped to her back.

Upon first look, she looked threatening but if you looked again you'd see a warm smile upon her face. She smiled to those in the tavern before quickly taking a seat herself.

[Fera Lupinus]

"Yes I must agree with you there Avean." Fera's voice still contained some awe as her head continued to swivel around, taking in her surroundings. However once she heard the door open she turned to face that instead. She looked upon the man who had entered with a light interest, then she noticed the weapons upon his back. Turning back to Avean she picked up conversation once more, after pushing a strand of her annoying violet hair out of her eyes. "He would be a warrior I imagine, wouldn't he?" She whispered so as not to parade about her curiosity. Even though she had been raised in a kingdom of nothing but warriors it was of interest to her to see one, especially since most of her time was now spent with mages.

[Avean Luxenbourg]

Avean chuckled. "I would say so.." she said, her eyes following the lady in which had just entered. "I think we are a bit over populated." she said, a smile growing on her face.

[Morwen Brandir]

A cloaked form entered tavern, hood concealing the face as it has begun to rain outside. The figure looked about the room slowly taking everything in before lifting the hood to reveal a young woman. Her face was tanned and worn as if she had known a life of work but yet held the radience of her youth. Shaking the water from her dark brownish red hair she walked up to bar and talked in a pleasent voice,
"What have you that is good and warm? I am new to the city and have been walking a long way in my explorations." Pushing her cloak back to reach her money purse, revealed her claymore and brace of throwing knives along her belt gleaming in the light of the tavern.

[Fera Lupinus]

Fera scrunched up her nose at the thought of crowds, but it quickly vanished as she laughed rather childishly. "Yes...however it does make hings entertaining."

As a gust of wind blew her hair into her face she turned to see the door open and close once more as another person joined the tavern. "Avaren is defiantly new to me. I mean it would seem as if the amount of the people gathering in the tavern equals to about half of my kin...I mean village." She had spoken with eagerness in her voice yet when she almost spoke of her kingdom her voice had quickly fallen.

[Hayzie]

The sudden rush of people entering caught Hayzie off her guad for but a few seconds. Looking up at the first male who had entered, the red head nodded in confirmation. "Yes, Sir. This is the Tavern. Welcome! Can I get you anything at all? I assure you, you have found the best hospitality in the Kingdom." With a bright smile, the barlass turned to the next customer, determined to get the flow down as quickly as possible.

Handing her over a copy of the season's drinks menu, the Tavern owner, pointed to the bottom of the page. "Just down here for hot drinks, and the hot food menus are at the tables if you're hungry. Just take a seat if you wish, and I'll be with you as quickly as possible."

Next directing her gaze over to another female she had seen at the bar, and making eye contact, the redheaded girl sent over a quick smile to say she knew she was there and wouldn't be long before turning back to the male she had first adressed. "We have both hot and ocld drinks and the best ale for miles around."