Time Stamp -=2nd of Spring, 511 AV=-
Location -=Silver Sliver Tavern=-
Tie-In Thread The Spider's Kiss
Location -=Silver Sliver Tavern=-
Tie-In Thread The Spider's Kiss
Syndre, self proclaimed Vermin of Ravok, took a seat at an unoccupied
table in the back of the Silver Sliver Tavern. He made it a point to position himself away from any illuminating candles or torches, purposely avoiding the
light that so many people flocked to. Sharp elbows gently came to rest against
the smooth wooden surface of the rounded table, black stained digits entwining
between one another in a thoughtful pose. Entangled hands then came to touch
upon the apex of his pale chin and nose, his wicked cobalt eyes peering over
the combined leather of his gloves. He wasn't here for a meal, nor alcohol,
something else was on his ever working mind.
"What can I get for you today?," a pleasant voice questioned him. One of
the barmaids had approached him, but not to his surprise as he had been focusedon her movements since he had seated himself. She was short, and had an average
appearance about her. It looked like she had been been involved in a long shift
today, perhaps she was covering for a missing employee? His head tilted back
only slightly, allowing the tip of his nose to rise from behind the dark leather,
the curve of his chin now settling comfortably between his thumbs. A slow scan
of his azure pools drifted from her unattractive visage to the curvature of her
small figure, then back upward as if undressing her with his sinister gaze.
"You can get me a prettier server...," his voice was low and faintly muffed as
it had come from behind his joined hands. His words were still audible though, he could tell by the widening of her eyes at the blatant insult. Syndre had an
agenda, and this woman definitely wasn't apart of it. She made a snorting sound
thru her nose and turned upon a heel, her long brown hair sweeping against her
back and shoulders. Her footfalls were filled with anger as she made her way
from the main floor to the back of the Tavern, her actions bringing a devious
smile to the rogue's hidden lips.
"Cassandra!," the barmaid was obviously upset as she yelled toward another
server that was busy in the kitchen area, " Go deal with that arsehole in the back before I do something to lose my job..." There was a fury in her green
eyes, almost as if that had been the first insult she had ever taken from a
customer. She found the more attractive serving girl and placed a firm hand
upon her shoulder, her narrowed eyes shifting about the kitchen before
whispering heatedly into Cassandra's ear," The man in black, with the braids,
you tell me if he gets any food or drink so I can spit in it." She took a
slow breath to try and calm herself, then after gaining her composure she
stepped back out of the kitchen to continue work.
Syndre meanwhile waited patiently in his chair, blue voids directed toward
the doorway that led to the cooking chambers. The person of interest worked here, he had seen her before on another occasion occasion when he had visited the
Tavern on business. Drinking wasn't his vice as it was for many of Ravok's
citizens, but the low lives that he frequently dealt with liked to come here. He
was in fact here on business this Spring evening. Knowledge was power and he
knew something about a certain someone, something that could get this person in
a lot of trouble if he pressed the matter.