70th OF SUMMER, 515AV
6th BELL, EVENING
EAST STREET
6th BELL, EVENING
EAST STREET
The Summer sun was no where near ready to set as Eliro departed from the docks. She had been sober far too long, and the Kelp Beer that Zeltiva was famous, or notorious, for was enough to make her gag at the thought of it. Too much of the vile liquid had found it's way to her mug in the past season and the Svefra started to forget the taste of the more refined alcohol. Like Rum.
So naturally, when the Svefra caught whiff of a few better quality spirits in the sailor's hands, she had to find how to get her own hands on them. And thus, she ended up wandering inland towards the East Street, which had slowly become the most comfortable she could get without being in the Ocean.
"Ay Girlie! What do you want? We got whiskey, rum, barley beer... And I'm sure I could find a pretty thing like you a bottle of wine if you wanted." The lady who stood in the middle of the almost tent-like structure winked at her. The Svefra reached forward to pluck the first bottle of liquid from the counter in front of her.
"Hey now," The woman's sun-baked hands snatched the bottle from her own digits, the dark liquid disappearing from view. "I'll get'chya what you want. Let me know, Girlie"
"Something dark. Rum?" Eliro kept her sentences short. As if it wasn't already obvious enough by her ink and her lack of shoes that she was Svefra. Although whether the woman distrusted her because of the location of the flimsy establishment or by her race's reputation, she couldn't tell.
"Here we go. A spicy one for you, Girlie. All the way from the swamps of Kenash, I got it. Good quality." Eliro rolled her eyes. She wasn't entirely familiar with the west, but she did know Kenash was too far for such a cheap rum.
"Doubt it. Let me see it." She prodded. Holding an expecting hand out to the woman, eyeing the markings on the umber bottle.
"No, no, can't have that." The wrinkled woman grinned at her, trying to keep it pleasant but it was obvious she would not hand the bottle over.
"Fine, won't get it." She snapped in broken common, turning her hips so slightly.
"Ah, no, no. You don't want this one. Here, smell this one, it's closer to home." Eliro glanced back. Watching the woman pick up another bottle, but the vendor didn't hand it over.
"It's lighter."
"Cheaper too. You want?" Eliro huffed. She didn't care at this point. A bad rum couldn't be as bad as the Kelp Beer. It isn't as if could pretend to know much about the alcohol, there had rarely been a reason to drink it before coming back to Zeltiva.
"No argue. How much?" Eliro kept her sentences short so they made relative sense to the woman, propping a hand on her hip, irritation radiating from her posture.
So naturally, when the Svefra caught whiff of a few better quality spirits in the sailor's hands, she had to find how to get her own hands on them. And thus, she ended up wandering inland towards the East Street, which had slowly become the most comfortable she could get without being in the Ocean.
"Ay Girlie! What do you want? We got whiskey, rum, barley beer... And I'm sure I could find a pretty thing like you a bottle of wine if you wanted." The lady who stood in the middle of the almost tent-like structure winked at her. The Svefra reached forward to pluck the first bottle of liquid from the counter in front of her.
"Hey now," The woman's sun-baked hands snatched the bottle from her own digits, the dark liquid disappearing from view. "I'll get'chya what you want. Let me know, Girlie"
"Something dark. Rum?" Eliro kept her sentences short. As if it wasn't already obvious enough by her ink and her lack of shoes that she was Svefra. Although whether the woman distrusted her because of the location of the flimsy establishment or by her race's reputation, she couldn't tell.
"Here we go. A spicy one for you, Girlie. All the way from the swamps of Kenash, I got it. Good quality." Eliro rolled her eyes. She wasn't entirely familiar with the west, but she did know Kenash was too far for such a cheap rum.
"Doubt it. Let me see it." She prodded. Holding an expecting hand out to the woman, eyeing the markings on the umber bottle.
"No, no, can't have that." The wrinkled woman grinned at her, trying to keep it pleasant but it was obvious she would not hand the bottle over.
"Fine, won't get it." She snapped in broken common, turning her hips so slightly.
"Ah, no, no. You don't want this one. Here, smell this one, it's closer to home." Eliro glanced back. Watching the woman pick up another bottle, but the vendor didn't hand it over.
"It's lighter."
"Cheaper too. You want?" Eliro huffed. She didn't care at this point. A bad rum couldn't be as bad as the Kelp Beer. It isn't as if could pretend to know much about the alcohol, there had rarely been a reason to drink it before coming back to Zeltiva.
"No argue. How much?" Eliro kept her sentences short so they made relative sense to the woman, propping a hand on her hip, irritation radiating from her posture.