Closed Of Like Minds (Hadyn Skellig)

[Tourmal Firemane]

Tourmal, Winter 37, 513 AV “Ah, I'm starting to wonder that meself.” he looked at her after taking another swig of mead. “Sadly work in the plains, is harder to come by. Just don' have the resources there tha' I need. Having to buy metals at a marked up price means you need money to make it. En tha' I don' have.” He looked at the woman as his face became more serious. “You know it's only gettin' worse, with me kinsmen an their raids.” The man had been ostracized since he returned from his homeland. He could not blame the Sylirans, he was a large imposing figure and he was Drykas. Their recent actions got them a lot of bad publicity. But that did not mean that he had to like being treated that way. “Ah maybe I will sometime. It would be a nice change to see yer face agin.” He said adding a smile. As his smile faded, he watched Hadyn as she scanned the tavern for Kevith. When she smiled at him he gave her one in return. “So d'ya know of any other cities where a smith can make a decent living?” The man hadn't really considered leaving until now. However knowing your options seemed like a good thing to him. “Ya ever hear anything about Sultros or Wind Reach?” He thought about Eanos and his arm, and was sure that there could be some decent work to be done there. “Heh, yeh prolly think tha' yer scarin me off now don' ya?” The man chuckled. “Just keepin me options open thas all. Yeh never know if the Drykas will start their raids agin. An if tha' happens, I'll be runnin from here like a strider with it's tail on fire.” The man's face soured at the idea. He tried to wash the horrible feeling he had for saying it away by downing the last half of his mug.

[Hadyn Skellig]

"Don't know much 'bout either," the brunette replied thoughtfully with a tilt of her head. "Y'might inquire with Eanos about Sultros. Though you'd be piss outta luck 'round the Isur, for all your muscle." She shot him a wink as he chuckled. Hadyn preferred not to comment on the state of Drykas in or out of the city - especially with a Drykas in her company. If he didn't ask for her opinion she wasn't about to give it blindly. With a small smile the brunette decided to change the subject.

"Well I hope you're here for a good while," she intoned with a raise of her hand to a different barmaid. Pointing at her mug and nodding she effectively ordered another drink without having to converse with the staff. Returning her dark gaze to the Drykas she gave him an easy smile. "Unfortunately you'll be seein' a fair bit of me here. Can't hardly avoid it for all I'm worth. I'll buy you a round if you're here longer. Seems Kevith's takin' his sweet time."

[Tourmal Firemane]

Tourmal, Winter 37, 513 AV Hadyn told him she hadn't much knowledge about his question. “Yea I suppose you are right” The man paused looking at the table. “Eanos would be a good source. Just hoping for something.” He looked at the woman across from him rethinking leaving. If he somehow never came across a woman like this at the stallion, then maybe there is still quite a bit of tail to be chased. For Tourmal enough tail could help him overlook the other downsides to Syliras. The man nodded at her next statement. Then the ladysmith hailed another drink from a barmaid. “Tis not unfortunate at all.” He said smiling at the woman. “Looking at you, is a treasure to my eyes.” Tourmal looked around for Kevith again as she mentioned him. “Hmm... Ts'not like him to be late, maybe the old maid has got him tangled up at the moment.” He laughed, not taking into account his companies gender. “Well, I wasn't planning on leaving anyways, but now that you said the magic word, yeh couldn't pay me to go.” The man said leaning over with his weight on his elbows. He then followed that up with a wink. “So, tell me a bit about yerself. Say, waddya fer fun?” Tourmal asked, with his full attention on Hadyn.