Bon Appetit. [Savitaire]

[Byrne]

Evening, Season of Summer, Day 2, 512 AV. As often as the Inartan came to this bar for a drink or two, he still hadn't spotted a person that would be a guy worth talking to. The man sat at the table in a far corner of the dim bar, not far from laying on the table he sat at. Occasionally his eyes drifted to the wine bottle he had ordered, then again back to the people in the tavern. The Rearing Stallion wasn't nearly as full as it should have been, but the evening was still at its early hours. He grabbed the bottle of wine and took a long swallows until the bottle was empty and the redhead turned it bottom-up, making sure it really was empty. After that he put it down on the table and hit his head in the wooden table, making a loud 'thunk' sound in the middle of all the people chattering. He sighed and waved his hand a moment before slamming it down on the table and supporting himself up to sit. "I think that last bottle was too much." he mumbled, talking to himself like usual. He stared at the door for a while and ran a hand trough his hair, leaning back on the chair again. He thought for a second, an other, listening to the people that were also rather drunk around him and decided to offer a meal to the next man who came in trough that door. HE first pointed at the wall, but slowly turned his index finger at a door and tapped it from afar. "The next *Hic* living thing that steps trough that door, gets a free meal." he said out loud, and then he let his hand lazily fall on the table. He stared at the door and grinned widely, Thinking of what kind of people could just stumble in the tavern without even knowing anything. He laughed out loud and sneezed, then he lazily leaned back on the comfortable chair. And waited.

[Savitaire]

Savitaire walked in through the door and was immediately assaulted by a wealth of new things, primarily the scent of food and drink. Conversations reached his ears in a blend of words and as usual it was a welcome experience, he liked the activity. He got some looks from people, mostly because his height and build was what drew gazes. He stood at six foot four inches and weighed at a lithe and stocky one hundred and ninety five pounds. This of course wasn’t typically seen around the city, one who was taller than average was bound to bring attention even if for a moment. He had come mostly because he had heard some merchants talking about how good the food was. This intrigued him enough to simply take the next opportunity to explore, to come to the tavern. His grey eyes scanned the people around him before he simply chose a table to sit down. His table was next to a man alone with a bottle of something on his table. At least he wasn’t needing to sit with a group, which was what he first thought he’d need to do with a few groups sitting together as they were.

[Byrne]

That was the guy. A tall stranger that was tall, but that he said already, right? Byrne stood up, sat down again, and slid away from the table. then he wobbly-walked to the stranger and pointed at him, or so he thought. In reality he was pointing at the table, frowning a few times before turning his eyes on the guy. "Ddd...You! You want a free meal?" He laughed and crashed down, blinking. His body was shaky now when the alcohols tarted to wear off, but he didn't notice it. "It's yourrr lucky dayyy.~" He sang while flailing a little, losing his balance and almost, just almost, falling with his chair. He grabbed the table ad held himself steady while staring at the guy. He was tall, right? How Byrne wanted to be tall, but he was.. A dwarf. Well, not really, but almost. When he stared at the guy his grin got goofier and bigger all the time, and soon enough he started laughing and that's when he fell on the floor with a loud thump, followed by a cure, followed by a weak "I'm fine."

[Savitaire]

When the man approached Savitaire watched him wondering what was wrong with the man. He’d never seen a drunk person before and all he could think of was perhaps the man was ill or something. His strange behavior continued until he fell to the floor, no one looked around or even asked if he was okay, but Savitaire stood up took him by the wrist tugging him to his feet. This was hardly a taxing effort on his part since he was easily as strong as two full grown men. He then gently, but firmly, made him sit in a seat next to him “I think my friend you should stay seated and still eh? Your legs don’t seem to be able to keep you up and you might get more than a bruise next time. Why are you offering me a free meal?”

Not that he was turning it down of course, but he was highly curious, no one had ever offered him something for free before.