Thread: Pynti-Peldot

Vaemyr Name Nickname Vaemyr Vae Race Human Attire White and Gold Tunic, Cape and silver armor Weapon Sword Location Pynti-Peldot Tagging Everyone Time TA 3018, March 1, evening. Vaemyr grumbled his appreciation when a pint of cheap ale was set in front of him. He took a long drink and set the cup down hiding a grimace. Stuff was certainly very cheap but it did what it was supposed to do and chased out the last remnants of cold that had persisted in clinging to him after he'd come into the warm lodgings. He felt the eyes of a few curious gazes slide in his direction before darting away to mind their own business. The light from the flames flickered over the hard unyielding planes of his face and over the breadth of his armored shoulders forming deep pools of shadows and creating an interesting play of light and shadows across his features. He looked every bit as dangerous as he no doubt was. None would ever imagine this man engaging in raucous laughter or be able to comprehend the simple joys and amusements life offered. None except for the fair few who'd been acquainted with him for more than a months time. For those who'd spent less than that time in his company they'd swear he was a man with ice in his veins instead of blood. He lifted his ale and took another drink as his eyes drifted from table to table taking in the tiny details. Not many travelers were here, he mentally noted. They were all Lossoth. His eyes stilled and he slowly lowered his drink as his eyes fixed on a woman across the way. Well it seemed he'd been incorrect when he thought they were all Lossoth. His eye's flicked off to the side and he noticed that the woman was conversing with an elf. He hadn't expected to see any elves in Forodwaith. Just another surprise in the wondrous frozen waste lands. His gaze shifted back to the woman with with the dark hair there was something very familiar about her. He studied her a moment longer and when it hit him he about toppled over in surprise. It couldn't be... he thought collecting his scattered wits. It was surely impossible. There was no way that Brynne, daughter of the nobleman Bastion would be this far from Dale and seemingly on her own. It had been two years since he'd last seen her. Two years since he had left Dale for the second time in his life. But there was no mistaking the striking resemblance between Brynne and the woman who now sat at the other end of the Inn. It was certainly the same person, either that or they were twins somehow. Once upon a time he'd guarded the home of Bastion and his daughter Brynne. He had spent nearly three years guarding them. It was in the last year of his service that he'd asked if Brynne would sew him a tunic and stitch in a design on his cloak. In point of fact, he was wearing the tunic she had made him as well as the cloak with the embroidery design. They were both of excellent quality and he was sure she could have made a fair bit of money for her skills. He regarded the woman who looked so much like Brynne with thinly veiled curiosity. Well one thing was for certain, he wouldn't learn the truth this way. He downed the rest of the bad ale and set the cup down carefully before standing up. He adjusted his cloak with a few impatient movements of his hand and brushed his windswept hair away from his face. With a little grunt he made his way carefully to the corner of the room that the two outcasts presided over. He came to a stop a few paces away and turned to the Elf Evening. he said in a low voice that carried well over the low hums of conversation. He had never had to raise his voice in order to be heard, even above the din of battle he could make himself heard without resorting to shouting. There was a subtle power in his voice an indefinable masculine strength that could be recognized and heard no matter the condition, it wasn't something that he had cultivated over the years it was something that was inherent to him. It is a surprise and an honor to meet an Elf here in Forodwaith. he said bowing his head in respect. Turning he rested his speculative gaze on the other woman. Good evening M'lady he said. This close up he was absolutely certain that this woman was Brynne but he wasn't entirely certain she'd remember one of the numerous guards that had prowled through her home. That and one had to take into consideration time. Two years was a long time. Might I ask what brings you so far from Dale? he inquired. He noticed that she was twirling her finger in her and he hid a smile. He'd seen her do it often enough before when he'd strolled through the gardens. It was surprising finding out just how much he remembered from his time in service to Bastion.