Open A Drink at The Sharp Tongue Pub

[Peyton]

(This is my first time threading, but not my first Roleplaying. I hope to RP here for a long time, and get a lot out of it. Upon that, let us begin!) Peyton sits at the bar, talking lightly with the barkeep, Alex. Their discussion mainly pertain of Peyton's hopes at becoming a Nyka Monk. "Say, Yeller. What do you think my chances are then?" Alex merely chuckles, he has seen many hopefuls pass through his bar and never return. Although, this lad looks like he has a chance, atleast to get through the first round. He ignores the boy, and shouts a comment over at two having a rather raucous conversation at the back. To Peyton it becomes blatantly obvious he is being ignored by the barkeep. He takes a deep drink from his Wheat Beer. "If it comes to blows, take it outside you two!" Peyton looks around for some other conversation. There must be someone willing to talk in this pub. Picking up his ale and handing the barkeep one Silver Miza, he looks around for someone to sit with.

Purchase	Cost	Total
Starting	+100 GM	100 GM
Wheat Beer	-1 SM	99 GM 9 SM

[Xen O'Thlian]

"A monk to be was it? Why would you want to be one of those? " Xen extends his hand. "Xen's the name, and hour's?" He looks the man in the eye revealing his dark wolfish eyes. Ignoring the rough housing in the background as if it were an every day occurrence.

[Peyton]

Peyton looks at the man, and sighs. This man is no Nykan... What in the name of Uphis is he doing in this inn? Peyton glares at the man, before asking in a rough tone. And who are you exactly, hmm? Peyton snorts in annoyance, regardless of the answer it will not be good enough for him. He should kick this man out of this part of town...

[Xen O'Thlian]

Xen regards the man with a laugh. "Already told ye me name." Intrigued by why this man clearly has a problem him, Xen smiles a very wide smile.

Xen snorts back at him. "I can do that too" he replied with a smerk revealing canine grin.

[Peyton]

Peyton glances up at the barkeep, and all he gets is a simple chuckle and a wave of the hand. This does not help one bit, so he turns back to the wolfish man. Strange thing. Wonder what he thinks he's doing in this part of Nyka without a guide? "I asked who you are, not your blasted name. Anyhow, it's not as if that matters much. Where d'ye come from? I can confidently tell you're not from the Northern Quarter." Peyton asks this question with force, and an annoyed expression. This is the Northern Quarter. Foreigners shouldn't be in this Pub.

[Xen O'Thlian]

"The Sea of Grass my friend, me ol' pack used to roam there," Xen replied wistfully longing for a life thatg was not is.

"Oh you happen to know a Human named Ximal? I'm looking for him." He regards the seriously not understanding why he seems so on edge. Either way this man wants to be a monk and the man you're looking for is a monk, maybe we can use him.

"So, what entails in becoming a monk? Nary do I care about trying to become one but I.'m curious of the hardships you will endure."

[Peyton]

Pack? What in the name is this man on about? Is he so wild he would call a group he lived with a pack? It almost defies any understanding he had of the people who lived in the 'Sea of Grass'. He always thought that the horseriders lived in this 'Sea of Grass'. Apparently, not instead they live in packs and... do whatever it is this man does. "I've heard of Ximal. Don't know him personally, although I'm sure a few others might." Peyton sighs at this man, his incessant questions annoying him. Why is such a foreigner being so presumptuous? Almost rude, if Peyton didn't know that this man is probably lost. Only a fool wanders into this Quarter with no idea what he's doing. Peyton releases a quick chuckle, thinking of the myriad of ways this man's life could end in this city. "A monk? It's a rigorous challenge of many stages. I am not about to describe them all to you. Ask some other person. And Xen, was it? Even if you wanted to be a monk, you wouldn't get through." Peyton looks around for some normal company, perhaps another Nykan, not this foolish foreigner.

[Xen O'Thlian]

"What makes you think I couldn't be a monk? And furthermore I'm trying to get a feel for things around here and if you're going to be an arse about it than go play 'hideand go peltch yourself'!"

Xen begins to get angry and starts making a low snarling sound. He begins to start hating tthis man's tone with him, he begins sizing the monk thinking to himself he's dealt with bigger.

This isn't how he wanted to start in the city but he was not about to back down from this constant belittling from this man. "If you got a problem with me I'd advise we handle it like sensible people before we make a scene."

[Peyton]

Seeing the man's anger, evident on his face he waves a dismissing hand. Peyton is now bored by this foreigner, no matter what in Uphis' name he is doing in this area. As long as a dead body doesn't show up next morning, Peyton would pleased. Many had seen him talking with this newcomer and if some monk decided to play 'hide and die' with the foreigner, he'd likely get blamed. "Look, you're a foreigner and I don't want to talk to you. Go find some other person to bother." Peyton turns, and walks back to the bar, seeming agitated by the man's... tenaciousness.

[Xen O'Thlian]

Xen stands up and moves his hand towards his sword, one swift slice and another bigot dead... he stops scratches his head instead of grabbing his hilt. Xen walks up to the bar and puts a hand on the monk to be's shoulder. "Good luck with your tests I wish you well. Could you point me in the direction of Ximal's martial fighting school?"

Xen has a look of shame realizing what he had done. He hangs his head in shame knowing that he shouldn't react the way he knowing how outsiders are treated.

"If you could be any help I promise to try to help you with your quest." He extends his hand. "I give you my word."