Post by The Prettiest Squish on Mar 15, 2018 17:31:17 GMT -5
Roughly fifty minutes passed since the dragon's exclamation. The bar was now as empty as the barrels behind the counter. Only a handful remained if even that much, consisting of the flame-bellied drinker, the apathetic bartender, and the girl with the sword sunk back in her corner.
Thankfully there was no clock as far as she could determine; the vast silence that encapsulated them was suffering enough but the incessant tick tock of a timeturner would have driven her mad. She looked to her left in the direction of the bar and saw her compatriot working overtime still cleaning the cups left nearly an hour ago. Rémi could not help but smile at the observation as the amount of cleaning work that needed to be done spoke volumes of just how large this crowd really was. There was confidence to be had from that inspection, she knew that much.
Suddenly, the creaky wooden doors at the front swung open to reveal a party of five burly men, all armed with either clubs or broadswords. The sword girl stood up immediately to greet them albeit a bit too honestly, "What a surprise, I never expected anyone to show up so early." The audible grunts and huffs heard from the men signaled they were in no mood to take such a minor offense. And it became apparent that the lack of alcohol had sharpened their belligerence and mellowed their tolerance for displeasure. The five grouped around a table on the opposite side of the sword girl and began to discuss amongst themselves in whispers and murmurs.
In her sullen corner, Rémi sat with eyes staring intently at the men. Just a moment ago, she was on top of the world, swaying men left and right with her words and now this was the attention she got. Her pride ached at the clandestine nature of their conversation and the proximity of their location to hers screamed how little they wished to be beside her. Nevertheless, this was only five of how many other dozens that she could impress. There was more to be done tonight than make idle talk with drunks at bar. "Right...We'll begin shortly once everyone arrives." And back in her corner she sat awaiting for more.
Thankfully there was no clock as far as she could determine; the vast silence that encapsulated them was suffering enough but the incessant tick tock of a timeturner would have driven her mad. She looked to her left in the direction of the bar and saw her compatriot working overtime still cleaning the cups left nearly an hour ago. Rémi could not help but smile at the observation as the amount of cleaning work that needed to be done spoke volumes of just how large this crowd really was. There was confidence to be had from that inspection, she knew that much.
Suddenly, the creaky wooden doors at the front swung open to reveal a party of five burly men, all armed with either clubs or broadswords. The sword girl stood up immediately to greet them albeit a bit too honestly, "What a surprise, I never expected anyone to show up so early." The audible grunts and huffs heard from the men signaled they were in no mood to take such a minor offense. And it became apparent that the lack of alcohol had sharpened their belligerence and mellowed their tolerance for displeasure. The five grouped around a table on the opposite side of the sword girl and began to discuss amongst themselves in whispers and murmurs.
In her sullen corner, Rémi sat with eyes staring intently at the men. Just a moment ago, she was on top of the world, swaying men left and right with her words and now this was the attention she got. Her pride ached at the clandestine nature of their conversation and the proximity of their location to hers screamed how little they wished to be beside her. Nevertheless, this was only five of how many other dozens that she could impress. There was more to be done tonight than make idle talk with drunks at bar. "Right...We'll begin shortly once everyone arrives." And back in her corner she sat awaiting for more.