Alyxander Quellchrist
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Alyx hadn't thought much of the woman who seemed to be running things at first. Her clothes were extravagant, to be sure, but coming from Dornoch meant that Quellchrist was surrounded by women of power and distinction nearly every day of his life. As their host went from person to person to acknowledge them all, however, there was a brief moment when he could have sworn her gaze faltered on him.
Oh, but she was rather cute, wasn't she?
A bit of a smirk on his lips, the raven-haired knight took his seat with the others, settling in as the first drink was poured. The woman's voice was booming off of every wall, and it was rather amusing how easily she was riling up the sizable crowd building around the stage.
Of course, none of it could distract from how horrendous the grog they'd put in his stein smelled. Alyx didn't drink. At all. Something about the way alcohol hindered his senses and motor functions just didn't sit well with the warrior who prided himself on his finesse and ability. Not to mention the bitter taste of most of the stuff served throughout Alliria wasn't fit to serve hogs.
Of course, the people sitting around him seemed to love it, and after that chivalrous spiel he'd given the pretty face a minute ago it would be rather pitiful if he merely gave up. So with a shrug and a whispered prayer, he tilted his drink and brought it to his lips.
Gods, it was like the sweat of Satan himself. His entire mouth burned as though it'd been set alight by the time he'd drank half of it. He wasn't about to empty his stomach by any means, but he didn't see this going too well if he continued. So, with only half his stein drained, he merely pushed it aside and shook his head.
"Ah, well. Who am I really trying to impress anyways?"
He caught the eye of the host again and gave her a shrug and a rather sheepish grin.
Oh, but she was rather cute, wasn't she?
A bit of a smirk on his lips, the raven-haired knight took his seat with the others, settling in as the first drink was poured. The woman's voice was booming off of every wall, and it was rather amusing how easily she was riling up the sizable crowd building around the stage.
Of course, none of it could distract from how horrendous the grog they'd put in his stein smelled. Alyx didn't drink. At all. Something about the way alcohol hindered his senses and motor functions just didn't sit well with the warrior who prided himself on his finesse and ability. Not to mention the bitter taste of most of the stuff served throughout Alliria wasn't fit to serve hogs.
Of course, the people sitting around him seemed to love it, and after that chivalrous spiel he'd given the pretty face a minute ago it would be rather pitiful if he merely gave up. So with a shrug and a whispered prayer, he tilted his drink and brought it to his lips.
Gods, it was like the sweat of Satan himself. His entire mouth burned as though it'd been set alight by the time he'd drank half of it. He wasn't about to empty his stomach by any means, but he didn't see this going too well if he continued. So, with only half his stein drained, he merely pushed it aside and shook his head.
"Ah, well. Who am I really trying to impress anyways?"
He caught the eye of the host again and gave her a shrug and a rather sheepish grin.