PM to join [The Rearing Stallion] A Drink Owed (Irathia)

[Terag]

3rd of Summer, 516 AV - Sunset Terag sighed as he made his way through the streets from The Ironworks and towards The Rearing Stallion. There was no reason for it but today had felt especially taxing, and he figured he would remedy that with a cold drink. Of course a beer couldn't hold a candle to Isurian Wine but it was better than nothing. As Terag pushed open the door into the Tavern he thought about his times at home. Drinking with the other smiths until he had decided he could make the tables look better, and was of course wrong with that much alcohol in his system. He let the thoughts fade as he walked up to the bar, waving to Kevith both as a greeting and to catch his attention. He didn't come quite every day but he was here often enough that he figured the old knight would at least recognize him. After all there weren't that many Isur in the city to start with. Terag pulled two silver mizas from his pocket and set them on the bar, "A mug of dark beer, if you would." Kevith nodded and within a couple moments a full mug sat in front of Terag, the head just slightly over-flowing the brim. With a nod of thanks Terag picked up the drink and took a long drink from it, taking down about a fourth of the drink in one go. The cold alcohol felt great, and the brewmaster's drinks never disappointed in taste either. Terag smiled a little before turning to face the rest of the Tavern to overlook the other patrons to see who was already here or who might be walking in. Ledger : -2sm : Mug of Dark Beer -2sm : Total

[Irathia]

Irathia found herself walking through the streets of Syliras once more, she was in a rather bitter mood as of late due to certain events at the end of spring. She was a mixture of worried and scared, and it ended up swirling into a whirl pool of anger and stress. She had her cloak on, tightly wrapped around her body, her hood covering most of her face at the time. She frowned, generally she was in a bad mood, though, she did feel her stomach tightening slightly out of hunger. She looked from side to side, and saw she was close to the Rearing Stallion. From previous experiences, she didn't enjoy how loud it could get. Though she was hungry, so she frowned and decided to go in instead of walking. She entered the tavern, her eyes scanning everyone in there. Here eyes locked onto a very familiar Isur... She started to walk towards the Terag, she remembered something about being owned a drink. She could use a drink, preferably a non alcoholic drink. She is... Sort of intimidated to drink alcohol at this point, she has no clue what she might do with her current issues. She grabbed an empty stool and placed it in front of the Isur and sat down in it with a slight sigh. She still had her hood up as she brought her head to her hands so she may rub them. When she finished she crossed both arms onto the table, exposing her blue arm. "Greetings." She said.

[Terag]

Terag took another sip of his drink, this time only taking a small amount so to make sure he didn't get too drunk before night had truly fallen onto the city. The tavern was a bit quieter than usual, though unfortunately for the rowdy Tavern that didn't mean a whole lot. Regardless it was still nice, though most everything was softer and perhaps an improvement to the sound of pounding metal. Terag looked over when he heard someone greet him, and while her face didn't immediately cause a memory to surface her blue arm that she had exposed sure did. It was the half-isur, the one he had made a pair of gauntlets for. That and he had majorly hit a sour note with her when he had suspicions about what her other half might be. Though rather than a frown, a gentle smile graced his face that still slightly seemed apologetic. "Ah the half-Isur, Irathia, yes? Greetings. It is good to see you. How are you this evening?" Terag awaited her response before he continued, seeming to be completely unaware he had switched languages for a moment on her. "I suppose it is a sort of fortune you happen into here today, no? I do believe I owe you a drink. Please, ask for whatever you would like and I will cover it, yes? A drink or a bite of food, or both. I do not mind. It is the least I can do for another of a similar blood, no?" Terag tried his best to smile a bit friendlier now, gesturing for Irathia to order what she would like. After her order Terag would add in, "Yes and a second mug of dark beer. To bring to the table." Terag would pull a few more silver mizas from his pocket and set them atop the bar before turning towards the tavern as a whole, quickly picking an empty table by the wall and gesturing for Irathia to follow. Shortly after they were seated their order would arrive, and Terag would thank the waitress who had brought it over. His accent was still rather noticeable with his speech, and it became a bit more pronounced as he forced himself to relax and have another drought of his first mug of beer, draining it down to half. "So, two things, yes? First, how do you like the gauntlets so far? I do hope they are holding up to your standard. And second, if it is not too forward, what is with the sigh? Was it a long day for you as well?" Ledger : -2sm: Mug of Beer -2sm: Mug of Beer -4sm: Total

[Irathia]

Irathia took her hood off, her hair was a bit messy and there were bags under her eyes. Her eyes seem a bit darker and she seemed a bit more hunched, like something was pushing down on her. "Try more of a rough Spring, and difficulty sleeping. Other than that I have been peachy. The gauntlets are actually really nice, so thanks, if I didn't say thank you originally." She rubbed her eyes again, they seemed heavier than they usually did, and hey eyes almost seemed sore, like she has been using them to much. She stared at the beer in front of her, she hasn't really drunk anything that alcoholic before, and it seemed a bit unnerving to the thought. Like the idea might trigger something, causing her to go berserk once more... She decided to swallow her fear and picked up the mug and began to drink, drinking about one third of the beer. She sighed after she brought the mug down once more, she brought a hand through her hair. Irathia leaned forward, lacing her fingers together as she rested her chin on the finger platform she made. "What about you Terag? Anything particularly interesting for you? Any strange weapon or armor you have to craft? If you don't mind me asking that is, your job is your job and you can have your privacy." She said, a small smile forming. Waiting for a response Irathia brought her arm down and grabbed the mug once more and took several drinks as Terag talked.

[Terag]

He was quiet for a long time as he look Irathia over. Her eyes definitely showed how tired she was feeling. Difficulty sleeping could be a number of things, though it seemed more often than not it was because of stressful days, of events that people aren't proud of. At least, that's what he could remember from the few stories he exchanged with a Coglias. As the might of the Isuian military sometimes they saw things that made it hard to sleep at night. He tried to put the mind to the back of his head, she seemed much too young to be involved in that sort of work. Right? He shrugged at her question, "No, nothing interesting unfortunately. But, work is work. It's good for the mind, body, and soul so it'll do." He raised an eyebrow a bit as he watched her drink, she made it seem like she had been drinking for way too long. Too long for someone so young. "Like the taste of beer, eh? The drinks here are good, granted it is nothing compared to silverwine, but it definitely works. Thankfully no strange drunk stories off of this stuff though, you would not believe some of the stuff that happens back home when an Isur gets drunk off of silverwine." He took a long drink of his beer again. Definitely hit the spot. "Happen to have any drunk stories of your own? Perhaps a brawl or two, or maybe a late drunken night of passion perhaps?" He chuckled a bit and smiled, trying to keep the conversation good-natured. By the looks of her eyes, it would seem she might need it.

[Irathia]

"I don't mind the taste of beer, though I am more just really thirsty compared to the desire to get drunk to be honest... I also haven't really been drunk? I mean I have drunk alcohol before but I never actually have been drunk... So no stories to share..." Irathia shrugged slightly as she leaned back into her chair. "My life was... Not that "fun" back home, before I came to Syliras and became a Squire." "Now I am sort of... Rethinking, my whole choices, just so much stuff that I didn't even know I had problems with are coming up sense I stepped foot into this city." Irathia was just thinking aloud now, she shook her head as swiped a lock of hair that has fallen into her face. "And I don't really have had a night of "passion" as you say..." She shrugged again, this time popping her shoulders as she did so. "What about you? Any stories to tell? Also... What is silverwine? I have never heard of such thing." Irathia spoke, she was genuinely curious about this so called Silverwine. It sounded odd, and Irathia was beginning to think it was an actual drink that was colored silver for some odd reason.

[Terag]

"Well you could always ask for water I suppose if you're thirsty? Though it is a shame that you have no stories to tell, perhaps too young? It is alright though, not necessarily a bad thing. Means you have not made any bad choices while drinking, yet at any rate." He took another sip of his drink, listening at Irathia continued to speak. "My, no night of passion and rethinking life hmm? You are in quite the situation. What things are you rethinking, if I might ask? Or what has been going on the city that has been giving you issues? I am sure whatever it is can be resolved one way or another, no?" He thought for a long moment after Irathia asked him if he had any stories to tell. "Well, first off. Silverwine is a drink back in Sultros. It is very strong, much stronger than most anything you will find up on the surface, and I have been told it is even made with metals in it as well. Very good though, though I do not think anyone but an Isurian could drink it and live. From what I understand metals and such are not quite the best thing for the other races." He chuckled a bit before he continued speaking. "As for stories to tell, I could tell you about one of my first times drinking when I ended up changing the table into a sword, or rather. I tried to make the table into a sword. Or was it a bird? I do not quite remember that. Probably a snake."

[Irathia]

Irathia pushed some hair out of her face as she drunk more of her beer. "It's fine Terag... I don't mind the beer. Honest" Irathia took more sips from the mug. She gripped the mug tighter when he asked about why she is rethinking everything. Should've just keep my mouth shut... Irathia thought as she sighed again. "Well, I have been having this... Issue, right, where I black out when I get really, really angry. And I do bad things when I black out, and I have no control over what I do or what happens when these black outs happen... It's really hard to explain, and I have no clue why it happens, and I am just... Scared. I feel like I might just break down one of these days and never come back... That will inevitably end with... Well, my death." Irathia was assuming the worse with her black outs, as the feeling of the thing getting worse was increasing with the passing of spring. "But, how about we stop talking about my issues. It makes me rather uncomfortable. How about instead we talk about some of those interesting stories you mentioned? They sound quite funny." Irathia said, putting on a fake smile as a vortex of thought circled around in her head.

[Terag]

Terag thought for a long moment on what Irathia said about her worries, he shrugged. It seemed a bit small for the weight of what she said, until he decided to speak some on it. "A valid fear, one that I am sure one day you will contain. Perhaps it is your fear that makes it so bad? There are many things in life that you will never learn to do or control if you stay afraid my friend. Well if you ever want help feel free to ask and I will lend a hand if able." He figured that was enough of that, she seemed to dislike the topic enough and he was going to take the hint and not press it any more. "You want one of my stories, huh?" Terag took a long drink of his first mug, finishing it off and setting it aside so he could pull up the second mug of beer he had ordered earlier after it had arrived to the table. "Well I have a few stories, the most interesting one might be the first time I drank silverwine to tell you the truth. The smiths that I worked under took me out one evening to one of the local bars. It was wonderful, lots of people in heated discussions about their passions. Always a pleasure to see. Regardless they made me drink more than my fair share of silverwine. Powerful stuff it is, and apparently when I am drunk on it I feel the need to show off more than usual? So what is a weaponsmith to do in that moment? You would think make a weapon, but no! I decided it would be more fun to take the table we were sitting at and make it into some fancy sculpture. They told me that I mentioned something about Izurdin was going to do some great work through me. Needless to say, I probably could not have been farther from the truth, eh? I took this hand right here, " he raised his left hand up, letting his dark skin glint in the light for a moment before he continued, "And told them all to watch, and Izurdin help me, they watched as I morphed the table into what I was told looked something cute and resembling a bird, a deformed bird. I was pretty sure I tried to make a spear to be honest, but I must have gotten distracted half-way through. Who knows, I had way too much silverwine in me to make any sense any more anyways. He chuckled a bit and took another drink from his mug. "A short story, but it is pretty amusing, no? Certainly not the craziest thing I have ever done, nor the most embarrassing, but that one always gets a few laughs back home. I am sure each Isurian goes through that at least once in their life."

[Irathia]

Irathia smiled at the story, she chuckled at some parts, the whole table into a deformed bird spear was the best part. She tried to imagine what it was like and it was quite amusing seeing what seemed to be the composed Isur sloppily turning a table into a 'master' piece. She covered her mouth as she began to grin, as she still wasn't comfortable with her teeth around the Isur. After all she almost had a panic attack when she showed him her arm when she first was getting the gauntlets... She quickly stopped her grinning, "I guess I have a few amusing stories, not much though... For instance, one time during winter, when I first came to Syliras and became a squire. I went to the hotspring bath area, Soothing Waters I think it is called... When I entered I noticed that there was a fellow squire there, Alex Faircroft, and this... Weird... Snake... Person, I don't know what race they are but they appeared to have to abiltiy to turn into a snake... That is not the point though. Both of us decided to mess with him a little, sense he was sort of a 'humble' type. It was also revenge for him beating the crap out of me during a spar. By the end of the whole thing he looked a bit like a tomato." She said, laughing a bit at herself. She drunk more of her beer and smiled, the mug was almost empty at this point, as she was drinking it through out the tale Terag told. She covered her mouth again and smiled, as her mood appeared to be improving compared to when she first came into the tavern. Irathia felt a odd warm sensation that she hasn't felt before. She wasn't sure where it came from and why she felt like this... She just did as she drunk the rest of her drink. She whipped her upper lip from the alcohol as she thought of any other stories.