The Scholars Demise
2nd of Summer, 514 AV - Night
After the evening, Arcia rushed over to the Scholars Demise. She opened the door, automatically hearing clapping from the door from a busker with a small violin walk off from the small area for the musicians with a small smile on his face. “Arcia!” A shout came from the bar, Aleah waving his hand, motioning for her to come here. “Nice to see you. I’ll be here to help you for today if you need help, alright?” Arcia nodded.
A man came up to the bar, sitting on a chair. After a nervous glance at Aleah, who simply shrugged and made a small motion of “just go to him”, she went up. “Hey.” She said, forcing her voice to sound natural, the man’s blue eyes looking at her, staring… which felt awkward. Her eye colors were probably moving insanely right now, which might be why he was staring at her, but how did she know? She couldn’t read minds, after all.
“I’ll have a Riesling. “ The man’s voice was quiet compared to the rest of the other men’s voices in the tavern, clapping and shouting. She tilted her head, as she asked, “Glass or bottle?” He shrugged, then replied, “Glass.” She nodded, taking a glass, and looking for the bottle that read ‘Riesling’, and took the bottle, and poured it in the glass, making a small spill on the table, taking a quick glance at Aleah again, and wiped the wine stain way with her hands, sighing mentally at the stain- she’d wash her hands later.
“Tell me a story.” The man said, taking a sip. Arcia frowned. Vanthas might’ve been renowned for their storytelling and carving, but really, she wasn’t much of one. “I can’t really tell one well..” She said honestly, and the man frowned, and said, “Of course you can! You’re a vantha! Everyone knows that they can tell great stories.” Her eyes narrowed at him, eyes changing color to a vivid yellow. “Oh, really?” Didn’t this man know not to generalize every single race? She stopped herself from saying a sarcastic comment with a hiss, and the man replied with a small sigh, “Just humor me.” With a roll of her eyes, she sighed, trying to think of a way to get out of this. She didn’t want to make one for him, really.
“Well.. “ She said, keeping her voice hesitant, and launching a small nudge in his head along the lines of “well, maybe she really isn’t good at it..” as she said it after, making her face a bit more hesitant too, and the man finally sighed and replied, “Fine.” She smiled a bit, though it was indeed hard to not smile much much bigger when she realized that yes, she managed to convince him that she couldn’t tell a good story.