Fantasy World of Gea: The Greatest Adventure [IC] [CLOSED]

[Ace Cream]

Zen

Zen's eyes widen when the barmaid offered him a drink and stated the price. 50 denari for a drink? Propesterous! That's a fifth of his front payment! Still, the sweet fragnance of the drink tempted him to try out a few sip and he gawked at the sweetness of the drink. Yes, this definitely something he had never taste before. Maybe buying one wouldn't be that bad, yeah, he gave the barmaid the money. He took another sip, then another one... he didn't even pay attention to the adventurers that surrounds them. Truthfully, Zen wasn't that good with liquor, but he's just too much of a sweet tooth to abandon any source of sweet taste. He snapped back to reality when Angelica asked him some question, there's a few hiccups between the question and his answer.

"Lance? That's too heavy. Coat metallic sharpnels with poison, put it inside a clay vial. Add some of those black powder, then give it a fuse. Throw it onto their face as you fly pass them at high speed." Zen answered non-chalantly as if he just tell Angelica about his breakfast. If only he was a human his face would be visibly red, but his tengu feathers covered it well.

"Now, boys and girls." Zen jumped on top of a table to draw attention to himself. "Line up nicely and follow the clown! You want the front payment right? Follow the clown! Watch your tongue when talking with our boss! Come on, come on!" He urged the freshly recruited mercenaries to go to the Happy Goblin.

EdwardDewey98 Infab Emperor Sagan

 

[Dmaster]

"Selective listening is the only way you can survive meetings such as this." the wizard replied bluntly yet slightly amicably. Gawain was as stone-faced as ever between Edgar's continued mixture of compliments and insults, though such meeting of the minds of their caliber always resulted in conversations going like this more or less. The wizard wished he could say that the now-disembodied skull was the most pretentious practitioner of the magical arts he had ever met, but that would be a bold-faced lie. "No need to butter me up with compliments either, Edgar. Yet I will say that I appreciate the credit from you where you see it being due. I try to... think outside the box when it comes to approaching new discoveries. I'll make the sacrifices necessary so that others may benefit."

The questioning about Lady Cécilia and her amulet was enough to prompt the mage to tilt his head with curiosity, but Edgar was correct in saying he wouldn't know about the details. Perhaps it was something worth asking her about once they set off... "I imagine it is led by the very same woman you are thinking of, but I know not the finer aspects of her character or background. We just met today, after all." Gawain said, taking the gem from the skull before he placed it into his pocket. "If my voice - even for as distorted by my state of being it may be - could provide you comfort, how am I to say no to obliging?" the mage said somewhat sarcastically before he chuckled dryly. "I will be happy to remain in contact with you should I need a second informed opinion on such matters, even grant you updates on my research as I make progress. For now I should probably be going, not too much in this library that I am not already versed in unfortunately. Take care of yourself, Edgar try not to get bored with your lack of appendages in my absence."

With those parting words Gawain gave a slight bow and began to escort himself out of the library and back into the city streets proper. He had to imagine that the expeditionary team was enjoying one another's company in the tavern, but he couldn't see himself making merry surrounded by food and drink when he was unable to consume any such luxuries himself. That was hardly a bother to him though, and he may even make his way to the gathering once the initial commotion dies down.

 

[Infab]

Devereaux chuckled at Gsera, grinning under his mask. "Oh, if you insist! Just a few drinks, though. I can't perform a lovely duet with Kastalli if I'm inebriated!~" he said, as he strolled over his his own fancy way. As soon as he arrived and found a cup of ale, he casually lifted his mask up just far enough for the mug to meet his lips. Still hiding the rest of his face from view. From what the others could tell, he was clean shaven, with lightly tanned skin. They also caught a glimpse of his hair, which bore a salt-and-pepper look. Grey strands scattered across black hair.

He chugged the ale, leaning back as far as he could go...which was pretty far with his flexibility, before straightening up and slamming the mug down on the table. His mask popped right back into place, and he gave them a theatrical bow. "...Trust me, you're drinking with one of the best." he remarked, before glancing to Kastalli. "Now! I need another mug! In the meantime, come here Kastalli! I have a gift for you!" he said, before setting his bag down. He reached into it, and soon, he drew out a fiddle! The one he had purchased earlier. "For you! A fine quality fiddle! May it enhance your musical escapades on our journey!"

 

[Beann]

"Destiny can have quite the strange sense of humor sometimes"

Hearing Syllannan emphasize with her, she felt a little less alone. While she did not wish for anyone else to experience how she was feeling, she was relieved to know there was at least one person that understood her. However, now was not the time to mope around, not when everyone else around them was having a great time. She took his hand, lacing her fingers with his and squeezed in a comforting manner as she offered him a bright smile. "Then may we overcome the beginning of this journey together!"

"Now! I need another mug! In the meantime, come here Kastalli! I have a gift for you!"

Before she could say anything else to Syllannan, her ears perked up as she heard her name being called elsewhere. Turning her head, her tail flicked in excitement to see Devereaux had requested her presence. "Excuse me." She bowed her head slightly to Syllannan, pulling her hand away from him before rising to her feet. Walking over to the jester, she tilted her head curiously as she watched him dig through his belongings before pulling out a fiddle. "For...me…?" Kastalli carefully took the fiddle into her hands, inspecting it closely. It was indeed a fine quality but that didn't matter nearly as much as the kind gesture. She looked up at Devereaux, and then back down to the instrument, and then back up to him and stepped forward to embrace him. "Thank you! Truly - I appreciate your kindness. I will make great use of it, I promise."

 

[Infab]

Devereaux smiled beneath his mask, hugging Kastalli back. "No need to thank me. I enjoy making people happy. Really, that's what makes me happy." he said softly. He then released her, pulling back and giving her a deep but quick nod. "If you need help with it, or don't really know how to play it, just ask. I'd be more that happy to help!" He then reached up, and gently pet her head. It was really a reflex...she did have cat ears after all. "Now! I need one more mug of ale, and then we can play a song for this lovely group!"

 

[FloweryMuffin]

The moment he laid eyes on the feast presented to them once they’ve arrived, Korzhev’s eyes had widened so much so that they could’ve burst out of their sockets right there and then. The amount of food occupying every inch of that was borderline unfathomable to him, yet it was a most welcome sight nonetheless. He hopped on the seat and quickly helped himself to some salad. In between mouthfuls, he managed to utter a greeting to the slime seated next to him, who appeared considerably larger than when he last saw them. “’Evening, once little fellow! Having a fine night? Why I believe there’s no reason you wouldn’t!”

Moments later, Korzhev’s platter sat empty before him, as he practically inhaled the food. Now, it was finally the time for a drink, which he’s been looking forward to for days. For starters, he fixed himself a cup of wine and hopped off his chair. He later reappeared on a chair next to Dakarai, cup in hand. Korzhev would have clinked his cup to the reptilian’s had he had one, in sort of a greetings, but he resolved to raising it high enough.

“Cheers, sir!” Korzhev chuckled, as he took a sip from the wine. “My, I believe we have yet to speak to one another, but what about, we shall quickly settle upon! You should have some of this,” he gestured to the cup he was holding, “not quite heavy enough for my taste, ah, almost not at all actually, but the flavour does make up for it. Sour, but nonetheless enjoyable.”

“Ah, I should’ve perhaps mentioned it earlier, I am Korzhev. Glad to make your acquaintance. It needs to be said sir, but you, are quite a dashing fellow, not quite a deity, but of an admirable appearance.”

 

[joshuadim]

Seeing Devereaux drink an entire mug of ale not only impressed Gsera in her drunken state but also made her feel a little jealous as to his drinking proficiency. Not one to back down from a challenge, she giggled as she obtained another mug of mead and began to chug on it. She only managed to get halfway before needing to cough from the strength of the drink, as by this point she was thoroughly smashed.

The entire world seemed to distort as sounds began to melt into one another, her vision overall became blurry with a powerful haze set it. Flustered, she tried her best to muster the courage to finish her fifth drink before something else happened: she started to feel nauseous. She clutched at her stomach rather quickly as her head sank to the table. "Oh... oh no." she simply stated before having to briskly make her way out of the establishment. Fortunately for her, a nearby outhouse had just been vacated as she rushed over to puke her insides out, shutting the door violently for some much needed privacy.

A few minutes passed before she staggered out and back into the establishment, managing to hobble her way over to where she had sat with Sentry originally and rested her head on the table in defeat.

 

[Develius]

“Cheers, sir!”

Dakarai's attention was soon brought towards the frog-person who sat across him. He issued a friendly nod while baring his jagged teeth. "Ah, cheers to you as well."

“My, I believe we have yet to speak to one another, but what about, we shall quickly settle upon! You should have some of this,” he gestured to the cup he was holding, “Not quite heavy enough for my taste, ah, almost not at all actually, but the flavor does make up for it. Sour, but nonetheless enjoyable.”

The Sobekan's eye-lid rose as his scaly claw grasped at Korzhev's cup. It was filled with a dark maroon-colored wine, coinciding with a light yet pleasantly aromatic scent. Despite himself waiting for his own cup to arrive, he allowed himself a sip of the frog-man's wine. He took a moment to let the taste settle in his mouth before commenting. "Hmm, not bad. A bit sour, yes, but good. I personally prefer my wines a bit more on the sweeter and drier side."

Soon enough, a waiter came and proceeded to hand Dakarai his wine.

“Ah, I should’ve perhaps mentioned it earlier, I am Korzhev. Glad to make your acquaintance. It needs to be said sir, but you, are quite a dashing fellow, not quite a deity, but of an admirable appearance.”

"Dakarai." the Sobekan introduced himself as he turned to fully face him. He chuckled at the frog-mans compliments, "Ahh, you should've seen some of the people here when we went in. My appearance tends to be a head-turner... although not for the best reasons, I'm afraid. But I do not mind much anymore. I've grown rather used to it."

He quickly took a sip of his wine, being that of a sweet and dry white variety and shifted to be more comfortable in his seat.

"That being said, I've not seen many of your kind around in my travels. Where do you hail from?"

 

[Breadman]

"Now what did I tell you?" Sentry placed her cup down to refill with more wine. This should be her third one. The night was still picking up and there was no need to hurry to get herself blackout drunk. Why if she were to pass out, how would she join in on the fun. The dancing and singing that comes with a full tavern like this. Not to mention the odd arm-wretling competition here and there. Who among the group would be up for it, she wondered. Dakari was big and strong looking. Maybe the jester was also hiding some strength? In any case, she would help Sera combat one of the worst things a young drinker could encounter. A severe morning hangover. Getting up from her seat and back in a few minutes, she tapped the young one on the shoulder to rouse her from her state.

"Here. Drink this." Sentry placed a tankard of cold water in front of the girl. "After that eat as much as you can of this." She pointed to the food in front. The barbarian had gathered as much pork as she could find. The steaks and bacon were dripping with fat. The odd pastries here and there were also sufficiently greasy. But she didn't expect Sara to eat all of it by herself, not with that small of a body. So she started to carve out something for herself with the knife to enjoy the meal.

 

[FloweryMuffin]

"Ahh, you should've seen some of the people here when we went in. My appearance tends to be a head-turner... although not for the best reasons, I'm afraid. But I do not mind much anymore. I've grown rather used to it."

“To be viewed with contempt by anyone and everyone, why, their glares fade from the mind’s eye, especially when they loom far above your head. Trees that sway in the wind as you continue down your path. Viewing them as such does wonders to ease my own sadness.” He was staring ahead, his features having softened into a joyful sort of melancholy.

“Where I hail from, sir? Why, the Great Swamp. My tribe sits right in its heart. It’s quite a beautiful sight at night, when our abodes are brought alight by fireflies. Ah and the feasts our chief would throw after another skirmish well done with another of our neighbours trying to trespass into Taras territory. It’s not wonder you’ve never come across any of my brothers, or my kind at all, seeing that we never leave our homes, if only for a rare long trek to trade with outsiders. “He turns to fully face the reptilian, a hopeful, resolute shine in his eyes,

“I dream to see my home again, before I’m dead, to see the faces of my brothers one final time.”

 

[Roda the Red]

Syllannan was taken aback by Kastalli's sudden gesture for a moment, but quickly realized her supportive intentions, it was nice to know some people would be this kind and welcoming when he was this far from home. "U-uh, sure, I hope that as well" was All he could mutter, feeling a bit bashful, and bowed back when she left to talk to Devereaux.

He then turned his attention to Grunde and Cécilia, the slime seemed like they had some Mana potions and were definitely bigger than before, slimes could slowly process almost any material, organic or not, but only Mana could truly sustain them, since they're creatures of purely magical nature.

"So, if it's okay to ask, how come you two became traveling partners?" Said Syll as he filled his cup with raspberry cider, one of his favorites actually

 

[Fauxs]

One by one, huge serving plates filled with food was so graciously placed at the table. In the eyes of Callop and Fauxs, nothing could beat such a treat. Both of them couldn't help but leave their mouths wide open in excitement to consume such delicacies. Callop immediately grabbed the nearest, delicious looking meal he could reach and chowed down as he couldn't contain himself any longer. Out of excitement, Fauxs also hopped in on the seats, joining the table with his two-legged companions, and of course, the adorably peculiar slime.

Although Fauxs did reach the table on eye level, he did not want to stick his paws out the table itself as it might seem unruly of its nature resulting in the creature to look at his companion Callop, who is distracted by his own food. Luckily for Fauxs, their familiar friend, Kastalli, offered the creature a piece of salmon. As Kastalli's hands ran through its head, Fauxs rubbed the side of his head to the woman, signaling his thankfulness. Now that he was presented with food, Fauxs no longer hesitated to eat along everyone else as well.

"Thank you, Miss Kastalli." Callop said, as he witnessed her kindness. As the boy thanked the woman, he added more food near Fauxs so that he may eat more as well. At that moment, everything felt natural, his companions were all smiling, good music was being played, and there is nothing else but positive energy brimming with each soul in that tavern unlike before when he was living in the forests. One thing he has noticed was everyone drinking some sort of drink. a drink that they couldn't stop consuming. Callop was unaware of the drink but he was quite parched as well, so, the boy grabbed a bottle and began pouring a portion in to a cup without analyzing its contents.

 

[Breadman]

The meat was succulent and melted in her mouth, coming right off the bone. Almost sweet. Not wanting to sit in one place for the entire evening, Sentry got up from her seat to meet and talk with the other patrons and members of the expedition.

"I'll be back real quick." She told Sera "You just focus on getting yourself back together." A toast here, a joke there, the comradery was in the air. The she noticed something that caught her attention. It appeared that the young boy of the expedition was going to get himself in the same situation as Sera. Grabbing another cup from the table, she picked up the pace. Just as soon as the last drop of wine had dropped in Callop's cup, did she move her hand right on top of it. "I wouldn't advise that, young one." she spoke with a friendly tone "You're tough no doubt, but these drinks are better suited for you when you can grow more than a few hairs on your chin and lip." She raised the empty cup in her hand "How about I pour you a more appropriate drink and we swap stories for a little while?"

 

[Fauxs]

Just as Callop raised his cup to take a sip, a hand covered his attention towards it. As he looked up to see who stopped him, his eyes ended up locking with a tall, blonde woman. Just a while back, this woman was appointed as one of his "guardians" to stay close to during the expedition. "What's wrong with that drink? I thought everyone liked it..." Callop asked as he tilted his head to the side. During this interaction, Fauxs was merely looking at the two of them, not knowing what is actually happening as it was curious as well.

 

[Breadman]

"It's fine to drink when you're older, but it needs a certain...age?" She realized that she actually never had to explain why those not of age shouldn't drink alcohol. Usually she would take it away and that's it, but her friendliness might have caught her in a trap now. "Think of it this way. Just as it takes a certain time for wine to be worth drinking, so too you should be aged enough to really like it."

 

[joshuadim]

Gsera simply drank the water given to her by Sentry before grabbing a small chop of mutton and chewing on it weakly. Her eyes were half-closed as she struggled to focus on not passing out as well as chewing her own food. The food was good, but she would've better appreciated it had she not been in her currently inebriated state. Temptation arose when she saw her unfinished mug of mead sitting nearby, wanting more of the fermented honey beverage but decided against it when remembering her escapade to the outhouse and how it nearly emptied her entire stomach. Bit by bit, she started to feel somewhat better as greasy food entered her mouth coupled with cold water. She did notice however that Sentry was preventing Callop from drinking as well as, seeing firsthand what drinking did to someone like herself, decided to hobble over to Callop to give her own advice.

"I lost all the contents of my stomach because of this honeyed poison... don't drink it!" she spoke to Callop in a semi-serious manner, grinning as she did so.

 

[Auda]

"So, if it's okay to ask, how come you two became traveling partners?"

Grunde never liked looking back. Its life was just a series of overzealous wizards, unfortunate accidents, and years of isolation. The slime much rather focus now, where its life is significantly better thanks to Cécilia, and its future with the current members of the expedition. Nonetheless, the slime concentrated as it tried to remember how its friendship with its guardian came to be.

"I imploded. Then died." Grunde started, hands mimicking a huge explosion. "Then... I woke up? Alone." Voice laced with a hint of sadness. The slime isn't sure about what happened after the accident or how it survived the initial blast in the first place. It only remembered opening its eyes to see its decimated home and the levelled forest. "But Cécilia came. She tried to kill me. But we talked after and made up. She put me in a jar and then we're here."

 

[Roda the Red]

"oh, sorry to hear about that, but I'm glad you two managed to befriend in the end"

The poor slime looked to be constantly pretty sad, it made sense though, Grunde is alone in this world and surely wherever it went, it would be met with rejection and even hostility. Syll didn't feel very weirded out by a talking slime, the academy had it's fair share of strange creatures, and he wanted to do something to make the slime feel more welcomed.

It was then that he got an idea. He looked at his right hand and focused on it, his palm started to glow as a small ball of light started to appear, and eventually grew to the size of a grapefruit and turned into a faint blue color. It was an orb of pure Mana, an extremely ineffective manifestation that takes a big hit in a mages reserves for pretty much no use. In fact, the only common use for this is for training, as constantly using large amounts of Mana would slowly increase the amount one could hold in their body.

"Here, you can have this if you want, take it as a token of companionship, we are going to travel together for a long time after all" Syll stood up and extended the floating orb of raw Mana close to Grunde. "I can't guarantee it'll taste good though, we don't really eat these ourselves"

 

[Develius]

“Where I hail from, sir? Why, the Great Swamp. My tribe sits right in its heart. It’s quite a beautiful sight at night, when our abodes are brought alight by fireflies. Ah and the feasts our chief would throw after another skirmish well done with another of our neighbours trying to trespass into Taras territory. It’s not wonder you’ve never come across any of my brothers, or my kind at all, seeing that we never leave our homes, if only for a rare long trek to trade with outsiders. “

"That explains a bit," Dakarai responded as he took a bite out of the juicy roasted chicken, "After all, not many live in the swamps in my homeland of Dúkũ. Those who do are specially equipped to handle the dangerous perils that lurk within. You could easily become a tasty morsel if you aren't careful."

“I dream to see my home again, before I’m dead, to see the faces of my brothers one final time.”

The Sobekan smiled hopefully as the rose his own glass to him. "Then let us hope that this expedition will allow you to fulfill that very wish." He took a brief sigh as he glared spaciously into the crowd, "I'll be leaving my fellow brothers here for this trip. I wish they could join with me, but this "Great Journey" only calls for one of us to embark alone at Her Grace's request."

 

[EdwardDewey98]

Cecilia looked at the party as they began feasting and drinking with a big smile on her face. On the other end of the table, Alberto was now eating copious amounts of food, biting into mutton legs and drinking liters upon liters of wine and beer. "Ah! Now this... this is like the good old days!" he shouted, as Gsera walked around the tables, grabbing Syll by the shoulder and offering him to drink with her. Sentry, feeling a bit responsible for Sera, asked her to calm down with her drinking, but it fell of deaf ears.

Alberto got off his seat and gave the barbarian woman a smile. "Please my lady, 'tis a day of celebration! Headaches be damned, we have healers to tend to our sickened bodies tomorrow!" As he finished his sentence, Sera sat down next to Sentry again. The old knight patted the young druid's shoulder, giving her a friendly grin. "I say that our Tuatha girl here needs to drink more!" he said, while opening another bottle of mead and serving its contents of Gsera's half empty mug. "Drink young lady, for you are on the greatest adventure! Ohohoho!" His jolly laughter cheered the spirits of the other members of the caravan, who began singing a few songs to pass the time.

Meanwhile, Devy entered the eatery as he normally would, like an entertainer rather than a common patron. It caught the attention of pretty much everyone in the building, and the news he carried only helped bright up the mood of the caravan. Cécilia gave the jester a smile and raised her goblet in his name. "Ahhh! Thank you, monseigneur Deveraux! And I must thank mademoiselle Angelica and monseigneur Zen for this service! I'll make sure to write down the names of our latest additions in our registry before we depart tomorrow!"

After the little drink he had with the intoxicated Gsera, Deveraux thought about Kastalli who sat next to Syll, holding the young mans hand. He approached the hybrid cat woman and offered her a gift, the fiddle he had bought a few hours ago, and then asked her to join him creating music for the tavern. He wasn't the only one at that, there were other musicians already that would gladly take him and Kastalli in and make a little show for the other patrons. Improvised shows like these where the best type of events for taverns and inns. It lightened the mood and provides excellent entertainment to their costumers.

Speaking of costumers - the owner of Roxanne's gave Zen a hateful glare as the young Tengu led the recently recruited adventurers and mercs to their main competitor, the Happy Goblin. Angelica had listened to the recruits and made mental a list of them, before she continued eating. Well, as long as she could before Zen started to usher her outside to go to the Happy Goblin. As the other members of the party kept celebrating, they noticed a large influx of new patrons entering. Among them Zen and Angelica, and the knight with the weird chin Syll had seen at the market. Cecilia noticed Angelica, and got off her seat to give the mercenary a hug. "Merci beaucoup, mademoiselle Angelica! You and monseigneur Zen and monseigneur Devy have boosted our ranks!" She said before looking at the new recruits.

Outside the Happy Goblin, a tall figure made their way through the populous streets of Eran. They then noticed a bunch of adventurers entering the eatery, all of them discussing some sort of expedition. Before they could enter the eatery, a sorcerer with a hood over his head entered the establishment.

Gawain saw his companions enjoy each others company in healthy revelry and camaraderie. Suddenly he felt a man's hand pat him on the back, rather strongly too. "Aye, you finally arrived, undead sorcerer. I hope you weren't practicing any weird stuff out there eh?" said Alberto, who then 'shoved' a mug of wine into Gawain's hand. "I see you still have fleshy bits, so drink my friend! rattle them bones!" He gently slapped the sorcerers shoulder before walking away, letting out yet another contagious jolly laughter.

Cécilia had returned to the table by now, enjoying the conversation between Korzhev and Dakarai. Both men were interesting to her and she was tempted to ask the crocodile male a few questions. But before she had the chance, young Syll asked her about her relationship with Grunde. The slime gave a shortened version of the story, a story that she knew well by now. But to respect her friends wishes, did not speak about it now. "After we had met, I kept asking Grunde questions and they kept answering them perfectly. I've heard of slimes that, through the usage of basic magics, can mimic speech. But after hearing Grunde's answer and just... the way they talked, I knew at that moment that they were not like any other slime out there." She looked at Grunde and gave them a smile. "...And since that week, we've become friends." She took a sip of her wine and then looked at her reflection on the red liquid. It was almost as if she was looking at something in the liquid. "...Good friends. If anything were to happen to them, I'd do everything in my power to help them."

She then watched as Syll tried to cheer her companion up with a basic training spell. She was actually a bit moved by the Hobálfar's kid gesture. At the other side of the table, Sentry was giving some advice to the young Callop who almost made the mistake of drinking some wine. Alberto noticed this and awaited for the moment she'd move away from the child. He carefully approached the child and gave him a smile. "She's right about age. You are a bit young to be drinking copious amounts of alcohol like us adults...! But I believe that you can have a taster, eh?" He said while pouring just a bit of wine on an empty mug. "Don't tell the old lady, will ya?" he said before giving him a pat on the shoulder. "Enjoy your night, my boy!" he said before departing with another jolly laugh. While a confused and curious Callop was looking into the contents of the mug, a few of the fighters and archers in the company started to offer delicious bones to Fauxs. Completely unaware of the magical properties of the Fae beast.

Back on the other side of the table, as Dakarai awaited for drink, he felt someone resting their head on his arm. It was that young man that was going to travel with the caravan. Paulin. "Y...Ye wanna... dance, m´lord? [hic] I... dance very good! S-Sorry... [hic] ...I dance very well!" said the young man while an amused Cécilia looked at Paulin. As Alberto finished talking with a couple of warriors from the caravan, he noticed Paulin asking the crocodile man for a dance. He then noticed a few of the troubadours had already started playing their tunes while waiting for Deveraux and Kastalli. "Heh! A dance would be excellent, since it's our last day in a proper city for a while! Dance, lads! Celebrate!" The old knight then approached Sentry, offering his hand. "...M'lady, would you like to honor me a dance, eh?" Cécilia shook her head as the knight offered the barbarian woman a dance. But after he asked her, a few of the other members of the caravan began looking for partners to dance or simply joining the dance floor and dancing like David's Curse was flowing through them. She looked down at her drink again, gently caressing an amulet hanging from her neck. A soft smile formed on her lips. What will await in the future? Only Gaia and the Gods could tell.

 

[Ace Cream]

Zen

"Ah, leader Cecilia-sama. I hope you like some new addition to the rank!" Zen said merrily as he let the expedition leader deal with the new recruits. The tengu slipped easily between his comrades, looking for a good place to continue his drink. He noticed the boy only had a bit of drink on his mug so Zen kindly poured some of his drink.

"Don't worry, kiddo. It's sweet!" He then bursted into laughter as he gulped a few more from his bottle.

EdwardDewey98 Fauxs

 

[Beann]

Kastalli nodded eagerly at his words. It was true, she had no idea how to play the fiddle - yet! Her only instrument had been her bell but now she was determined to practice in order to add a new instrument to her growing arsenal. Feeling his hand pass over her head, she looked up at him, blinking in confusion for a moment. Oh? Headpats? It had been years since she received similar affection. Kastalli closed her eyes and smiled as she purred and nudged her head back into his hand for more. Devereaux's next words though caused both her ears and tail to perk up in excitement. "Oh, yes! I would love to!" She looked around almost frantically for a mug of ale. Luckily, plenty were served at their table to ensure none of their party members went thirsty.

As she reached over a couple comrades for the drink, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that the old knight was serving Callop a drink. Well, so long as it was a little bit - wait, WAIT! Only a little bit of wine was fine but seeing Zen approach as well and pour more into Callop's mug was not! Mixing alcohol was definitely not appropriate for a child! "Ah -! Callop, my dear! Only a small amount of wine is necessary." She rushed over to the child, taking the mug away from him before fixing him another with more or less the same amount Alberto had served him. It wasn't Kastalli's intention to dampen the mood of the celebration but she couldn't help but shoot Zen a quick glare. "Please do not mix drinks, especially when it is given to a child."

With that, she resumed her original task of retrieving more ale for Devereaux. "Here you are, Devy." She handed him a new mug with a cheerful smile. While waiting for him to finish his drink, Kastalli's attention was pulled away for a moment as Alberto encouraged everyone to dance and celebrate. Conveniently enough, the other musicians that were present in the tavern picked up their tune, playing a lively beat that couldn't be resisted. "Perhaps a dance before our efforts are dedicated to song?" She looked back to Devereaux.

 

[Infab]

"Perhaps a dance before our efforts are dedicated to song?"

After Devereaux managed to down the entire mug, just as he had done before, he replied. "Ah, yes! But I believe there may be someone here that could use a little help in the emotional department. And you're just the girl to help him." he said, motioning towards Syll. "You should get him to dance with you. I'm sure it'll make him really happy. And then, we can have our own little dance before we play!"

He had noticed how they were before he came in, and the boy did look a bit sad. He needed cheering up, and it seemed as though Kastalli was the best person to do it. "I'll be fine for now! There's plenty of others I can dance with in the meantime! So, go on! Have some fun with the lad.~" he said, smiling beneath his mask. He glanced about, noticing the attractive young man whom was chatting up the large holy lizardman. Perhaps a possible target to dance with, should Dakari refuse? He smirked, thinking of other possible activities they could do together before shaking away the thought. Not right now, Devy. You can fantasize later.

 

[Beann]

"Ah, yes! But I believe there may be someone here that could use a little help in the emotional department. And you're just the girl to help him."

"Ah, are you sure?" Kastalli looked over to see who Devereaux was talking about and her gaze rested on Syllannan who appeared to be a bit busy conversing with Grunde. The young man was certainly a delight to talk to but she wasn't quite sure about Devereaux's suggestion. She didn't want to interrupt the two so she looked back to the jester with a look of uncertainty. "Perhaps in a bit -?"

"I'll be fine for now! There's plenty of others I can dance with in the meantime! So, go on! Have some fun with the lad.~"

However her fellow musician continued to encourage her, forcing her to nod in understanding. "Very well, I will come find you later then." With a flick of her tail, she turned heel and walked towards Syllannan and Grunde. "I apologize if I am interrupting your conversation," she started, bowing her head to both the Hobálfar and the slime in respect. Her eyes shifted over to Syllannan, offering a gentle smile before holding out her hand towards him, "but would you spare some time to dance with me, Syllannan?"

 

[Breadman]

Sentry was distracted by the influx of guests. Specifically, she was distracted by one of the shorter men that ha come in. He seemed...cute. Hopefully nothing bad would happen to him, but one never knows. She almost didn't notice Alberto pouring the boy some wine. Almost. Very sneaky, but the amount wasn't worth raising a fuss over.

It was shortly after that he came around to ask her for a dance. Sentry smirked. He didn't know what he was getting into. The barbarian woman grabbed him by the wrist with one hand and hooked his body with her other arm.

"I'll lead."