Ellen meets an intersting man in a distasteful place.
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by Ellen Ansgot on November 14th, 2013, 7:02 am
9th of Fall, 513 AV
Why was she here? Ellen hated taverns. Ellen hated taverns with a passion. She felt as though there were so many things that she could be doing right now, but instead she was here, at the Rearing Stallion, wasting her time. She needed to socialize more though, and the other squires on off time often came to taverns like this. Which led to her terrible idea of trying one out, even if she didn't drink, and already knew that the places were not her cup of tea.
It was getting dark and the Stallion was beginning to pick up in business, having actually quite a few patrons by the time Ellen showed up. The place smelled of alcohol and sweaty people. The second didn't bother her so much, as most of her days were spent at the training grounds where you weren't learning anything if you weren't sweating. Something about the smell of alcohol had always displeased her, and the taste was even worse. She was here for the people anyway, avoiding alcohol should be easy enough. Ellen wasn't one to cave into peer pressure.
As she made her way through the tavern, she noticed a few faces she had recognized from some spars at the grounds. Though she really had no interest in talking to anyone there. Ellen felt as though she was the only one who still had any sort of wit about her. There were men making slurred remarks at one another in a playful manner, or at another person calling them out on something they had done earlier jokingly. It seemed that everyone here but herself was already roaring drunk. It was loud, and a bit cold outside as the sun had finally sunk behind the horizon, and the moon was taking to the sky.
While Ellen looked all around the bar, and it seemed like there were no seats at a lone table. Every table was occupied by at least a few people, some of them even had women sitting on the laps of the men. Not at all helping with her unfavorable outlook on taverns, she most definitely would not take a seat anywhere near those type of people. Of course they had all the seats by the fire though. The least crowded table was somewhere in the middle of the tavern, and it only had one man sitting at the table. He didn't look too intoxicated, if at all. Seeming like her only options Ellen walked up to the table.
"Would you mind if I took a seat here? Everyone else here seems a bit too off the wall for me."
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