Oswald spends the afternoon at a local Café asking big questions and meeting new people.(This is a thread from Mizahar's fantasy role playing forums. Why don't you register today? This message is not shown when you are logged in. Come roleplay with us, it's fun!)
by Oswald Adams on August 4th, 2016, 7:34 am
by Evarista on August 4th, 2016, 1:50 pm
by Oswald Adams on August 4th, 2016, 4:00 pm
by Evarista on August 4th, 2016, 7:31 pm
by Oswald Adams on August 5th, 2016, 2:57 pm
by Evarista on August 5th, 2016, 11:30 pm
by Lothuialeth on August 13th, 2016, 6:01 am
Timestamp: 22 Summer, 516 AV
Meanwhile, somewhere in the Merchant's Ring that honestly isn't that far from the café itself. The area is bustling with activity that ranges from shoppers buying food or clothes of necessity to even buying elaborate items such as jewelry and decorative weapons that's probably meant as gifts to either lovers, relatives, or even establishing bonds with another. The smells of food especially lingers in the air with the moisture being a tad bit noticeable if one pays attention to it. With the voices of merchants calling out of their sales and wares can be heard over the bustling activity. Honestly it makes one wonder of how much power in the voice would be required without sounding like one is shouting their own air out.
Centered on one particular individual garbed in a stark white cloak that doesn't appear to be made out of the ordinary cloth nor leather. Granted there is signs of leather that's being worn underneath the cloak, but it doesn't appear to be part of the cloak itself. The hood is lowered down to reveal the fiery red long hair with her gray eyes seem to resembles a lot like a storm. With the lighting from the sun striking her eyes at the right angle; it almost makes it look like there's lightning streaking across her eyes when there's obviously isn't any electricity emitting from her. She appears to be wearing a rather focused expression, though its more that she's paying extra details with her surroundings.
Lothuialeth had arrived in this town a few days ago, but so far no one has really hired her yet considering that she's a mercenary. Or a sellsword as some might call her since she fights for money. One can safely say that working as a mercenary is her line of work considering that she has the skills for it. Still she was more of scouting out any potential clients that might need her blade at their side, but so far Lothuialth has gotten no such luck on her search. Heaving a sigh as she is giving her eyes a break from searching by entering the local café that was named Café Fleurs.
Almost immediately she is hit with a much more pleasant smells of tea blends and nature taking root into the air. Briefly observing the scenery of the plant life, Lothuialeth could only think of one thing about this place.
'This place is magnificent.'
In truth the smells and the scenery brought up some memories of her father when he was trying to grow a variety of flowers next to the house. She remembered of how that old coot was practically dragging Lothuialeth by the teeth metaphorically to plant the flowers with him. Afterwards he fixed some tea that had a hint of lemon inside of the drink that Lothuialeth fell in love with. "Are you with someone? I can show you to their table if you wish ma'am." The waitress asked that made those stormy orbs blink once before Lothuialeth turned her attention over to the polite woman. A soft smile formed on Lothuialeth's lips while her once hardened eyes also seemed to soften upon the relaxation Lothuialeth felt.
"No, it'll just be me attending here. Its actually my first time here, and i'll admit this place looks lovely." This compliment to the café seems to have brought a bright smile to the waitress's face as she grabs a single menu from the counter. "Oh, welcome to the Café Fleurs! We're glad that you like this place. If you would just follow me please." The waitress seem a little energetic as she leads the mercenary over to a vacant table. Ironically it was the same table that Evarista originaly occupied, but she quickly cleaned up the table before setting the menu down. "Are you a traveler perhaps?" Lothuialeth seemed to be looking around for only a moment before the question popped up. Which she responded with a friendly yet casual tone.
"You can say that. I came here looking for some work, but sadly i had no luck yet." The red head sits down on the chair before propping both of her elbows on the table with her movements giving off a hint of grace. Not like nobility nor etiquette type of grace. It was more of a dexterous form of grace that most likely came from training and its showing up without her noticing it. The waitress sets down the menu before Lothuialeth who placed her left hand on the menu. "Ah, well we are hiring if you're interested in joining our staff." However that seemed to have made the mercenary giggle lightly before responding without even looking up from the menu. "No offense, but i think it would be better if i don't work here. Its just not the kind of thing where i need my blade."
Speaking of which, the red head's hands showed signs of hardship and something along the dangerous line of work. For one, Lothuialeth's palms are hardened and looks like previously cut up from the use of a blade. Hence the cutlass that's strapped to her belt. Secondly, the knuckles of her hands are not exactly weak nor fragile. In fact they look quite strong and could probably pack one hell of a punch if she wanted to. Additionally she looks slightly fit from what one can see of her, and also a couple of mild scars can be seen on the back of her hand as well.
"Well, there's always time for training to the job if you ever wish to apply here. At any rate, what can i get you ma'am?" Lothuialeth didn't answer the waitress for a moment before she tapped her finger on the finger. "I would like the Lemon Bliss please. That would be it for me." The red head kept it simple and short on what she wanted while picking up the menu and hands it over to the waitress. Who takes it from Lothuialeth and nodded her head in acknowledgement before the waitress went away. Allowing Lothuialeth to take off the cloak and just let it fall onto the back of her chair. Revealing the woman's leather pieces of armor that is adjusted on her shoulder and on her torso area. Underneath that armor was a leather blouse that has a leather belt strapped around the waist. Where it was now more visible of the woman's cutlass that has an unusual guard than a cutlass normally would have. As in the guard has four rising edges that flows with the blade like it was meant to catch something if it strikes the guard. With her trouser seeming to be the normal and simple of sandy brown cloth. Even her boots are made out of leather, but they also appear to be a bit worn as they show signs of traveling a lot.
by Oswald Adams on August 19th, 2016, 6:23 am
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