Solo [Work] All Ale the Knighthood

So, a bunch of Syliras Knights walk into a bar...

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[Work] All Ale the Knighthood

Postby Kaie on May 31st, 2013, 4:20 am

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Timestamp: 91st Day of Spring, 513 AV





The days of work were beginning to blur together in a crude haze of unfamiliar faces and alcohol. Kaie was beginning to wonder how strong the scent of ale, beer, and wine stuck to her after spending so much time at the Rearing Stallion. Her days on duty had been consecutive. Four days of rather slow days and moderately rowdy nights. The daily grind had become arduous and repetitive in nature. The same few regulars in a sea of foreign travelers. The Myrian bartender was starting to seriously consider getting herself wasted.

That's when the bar door was roughly thrown open. Accompanying the disturbance was the sound of armor shifting with each heavy step of proud feet. Kaie lifted her bronzed face up after she had stared at the counter for some time, looking to the sound. Brown eyes captured the sight of sound source, a downward spiral entering her mood. Five knights. This can't be good.

The five entered with only two squires in tow for one reason or another. The guard came to the bars on a regular basis, but the way their eyes shifted, she knew they had other reasons. Finally, one stepped forth to take the point. A tall blonde holding his helmet in the crook of his arm against his rib cage. His chin was held up a little higher than it should, and his feet were just more than shoulder width apart. Clearly a man full of pride and confident in his authority. Nonetheless, as soon as his heavy feet started to move, his pack followed at his heels like loyal dogs.

Only one guy sat at the counter Kaie was tending. A ginger in his early twenties with a wormy kind of face that made you wonder how old he really was. Two beers in, he was rather down and quiet. Staring into the froth that layered his drink. The pairs of boots stopped behind the kid's chair in a mocking manner, several eyes gazing down onto his head. Suddenly, two pairs of hands clasped about the boy's arms and shoulders aggressively. The ginger just about leaped out of his own skin with fright. The blonde knight looked down at him with cruel eyes and a bright, white smile. Malicious.

"Hope you enjoyed that last sip of ale, boy," The blonde said before nodding to his fellow knights. Promptly, the two restraining the ginger tore their captive from his seat and hauled him out of the bar. They didn't look like they planned on simply tossing him outside either. There were only two possibilities in store for that criminal. Gallows or off to hard labor. Whatever he did, he sure screwed himself over on that one. Kaie might've questioned what the hell the armored soldiers were doing with her patron, but she knew better. Her tongue was sharp but so was her mind. She would've follow the red haired boy into the same fate because of some defiance and doubt. Better to simply move along and continue her work. Besides, she needed this job. Mizas were important to her. They were her only shot at getting back to Taloba. Eventually.

The rest of the squad took their seats with the blonde at the counter, helmets off and in their laps or on the counter. The remaining three weren't regulars, but she had seen them once or twice before. The blonde ran the show clearly, leaving the other two black haired men to sit back and spectate. They didn't say much unless he bid them to. They were like his personal little work horses, doing what he wanted when he wanted. She was starting to wonder whether they lived to serve the handsome golden boy or the city. The squires sat at a table, speaking quietly to one another before a barmaid found her way over.

"Sorry about that, Sweetheart. We'll all have a round of your darkest ale if you don't mind." The cocky knight said with a phony smile, conceited and mediocre at best. He was lucky she hadn't chosen to reach across the table with a right hook for his little pet name. The nerve.


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