Gile Ollpheist
2nd of Spring, Evening
Any night in which there is drinking, there is likely conflict, not that drinking is the reason for conflict merely that it encourages it, though to be fair, alcohol encourages many forms of behavior, which begs the question, is alcohol the real source of the problem? It's entirely likely that alcohol is not in fact the primary source of the behavior, but that the lucidity that comes with being Sober merely inhibits the behaviors that are already there?
Thus do these thought flow through the head of Gile who takes his place in a seat to the far back of tavern from a place that he can see the bar, but will likely not be disturbed by anyone who did not intend to disturb him, which was not particularly a bother for Gile as he found most people to be in some way dull or uninteresting, lacking the spark that made the ordinary into the great and as thus Gile had little interest in people who did not in some way strive to be better, Or at least different. Those that lacked this "spark" were generally not worth the time it took to acknowledge unless Gile had some use for them, after all, those who were not willing to be their own, were left with the purpose to belong to someone else, that was the nature of Giles world to any extent, Use, be used, or strive to be unusable. these were your choices, nothing more, nothing less.
Waving the bartender over, a older gentleman by the name of Grayson, a good natured fellow though he had an edge to him when it was necessary. Gile was an infrequent patron of the tavern but he had visited often enough that he knew the bartender by ame and the same was likewise, I'd like a gallon of ale brought over to my table if you don't mind". to which Grayson's reply was his characteristic response of, "I don't mind as long as yo don't mind paying". to which Giles normal response was to oblige the fellow but tonight Gile was feeling particularly lucky, taking the flow of djed within himself and letting a little flow out with his next few words. "Well you know I have never once minded paying, in fact considering the amount of coin you've had off me, don't you think I have earned myself a discount"? to which the mans response was to blink a few times, and grin, Are you kiddin me? a lightweight like you couldn't drink enough in a year to deserve a discount" he said with a chuckle before patting Gile on the shoulder and taking the two silver coin grudgingly proffered By Gile before heading off to get Gile his gallon of ail.
This left Gile to smile ruefully to himself, it wasn't all that surprising he had failed, He hadn't tried all that hard, and trying to get a penny pincher like that to give him a discount had been a far shot to begin with. Well can't say I never tried Gile though to himself until the pitcher thudding against the table brought him back to his senses. Looking at the pitcher Gile seriously doubted that he could indeed finish the pitcher alone, though perhaps this night would reward him an interesting person to drink with, or at least something that would keep his interest long enough for him to not have to consider the folly buying such a large pitcher of ale.
