Timestamp: 42nd day of Fall, 511. Location: The Red Diamond As usual The Red Diamond was packed. Bodies wiggled across the crouded dance floor in various stages of gyrations, and Baine couldn't help thinking to himself that it looked to him as though they'd been gil caugh in one of his nets and were all struggling their hardest to get un caught and failing miserably. Well, most of them anyway. A few of the girls, well, now, he had to admit, his eyes glowing a warmer hue of blue, almost purple in his appreciation of their particular movements, well, they were a different kettle of fish all together. “Baine, hey!” He turned his head to the left, his name being shouted over the din the band was making, and in reflex he waived and nodded, answering he brother Banner's, “hey.” Banner, at seventeen was the middle child of the five boys born to his parents. And truth be told, he was closest in temperament to Baine. Baine would have gone to join his younger brother for a drink, but Banner's arm around a certain young Frostfawn girl kept him right where he was. He took the last swig of his ale and was about to order another when he felt a warm body settle into empty seat beside him. “Well hey there pretty woman. You look like you could use a drink.” He grinned down at the red head of Yura, the Tavern's dancer, whom he had admired earlier working her dancing magic for all those inside to enjoy. Lifting his head he motioned for Rayvoris, who was working the bar that night, to bring him another ale, and motioning to Yura and back at himself, let the owner know too to bring the young dancer a drink of whatever she'd be wanting and he'd pay for it. Baine was about to speak when a loud crash from upstairs had him turning from his place near the fire to see what the comotion was about. Seeing that an out of towner had fallen, face first, and stinking drunk, under a table, he arched an eyebrow at Yura. “Looks like someone's found a nappy place?” He held his face still though his light blue eyes danced. |