Fable - Ask A Night in Vel Anir

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It was another rainy night in the city of Vel Anir. Under the darkness, the denizens of the streets walked to and fro, rode on horseback or in wagon, gathered together in their homes or even lingered under garden alcoves to escape the rain. For one person in particular, a visitor rather than a citizen, the tavern was a far better fit for her purposes.

“I’ll have you yet, longshanks!” Nerren Harclaw laughed as she laid down her hand of cards on the tabletop. The suits and ranks proved to be too much for her counterpart. She matched his hardly masked anger with a wicked grin and took a hearty sip of ale from her tankard.

“I can’t believe it!” Her fellow patron pounded his fist, making the plate of bread, meat and cheese bounce. “You’re naught but a chea—”

“Ah-ah.” At that, Nerren pounced, quicker than he could finish his sentence, and slammed the tip of her dagger into the wedge of cheese between the center deck of cards and his heart. “If I let your tongue say further words in regards to my character then, eheh…” She licked her lips. “I’ll have to take it, mate.”

He went quiet. Eyes into eyes. Then, taking whatever was left of his dignity and purse, he left her company, leaving an open seat. It was one in a dwindling number when it came to this tavern. The Clever Squire was as busy as one could expect for a rainy evening.

Left alone in her corner seat for the moment, Nerren elected to sip her drink, eat her dinner and listen to the live musicians at another corner. They were good enough with string and drum and, as word had it, invited other musicians to come on up if they wished.

She didn’t. Her fingers were best kept for the blades at her hips, sword or axe or dagger, amid her blue brown outfit of leather garment, fur cloak and armor. The Nordenfiir warrior was ready for more than one dumb drunken patron who didn’t like to lose. She hoped she didn’t need to be though.

Ispir Sione
 
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As Ispir came in from the rain he would fluff out his traveling cloak, almost completely soaked, and would remove his cap long enough to shake it out and use some simple prestidigitations to dry his clothes before truly stepping foot inside. A considerate nature that earned him a thankful nod from the bartender and staff. Ispir would smile, nod back, and inquire about playing at the establishment but to his surprise they were already full up on performers for the night!

Humming in consideration and suddenly finding himself with a free evening when he had expected to be playing Ispir would look around the Clever Squire and scout out the prospective tables. One saw a middle-aged man dressed in scholar's robes reading a book by candlelight while setting up a series of arcane scrolls that covered the entire table. Best to leave them to it. Another table had three women in bronze armor arm-wrestling and Ispir stopped to watch until a victor was declared but then they began to kiss so he awkwardly averted his gaze to elsewhere.

Clearing his throat Ispir would spy a seat free up, some cards, and would smile. Now seemed an excellent time to learn how to play and so Nerren would note a small bard, pep in his step, climb into the chair the man had vacated a few moments ago and wiggle comfortably into place.

"Hiya! Umm.... are we still playing cards?"

Nerren Harclaw