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. It was becoming crowded. As the night deepened more and more people sought shelter from the harsh cold that brought death to so many. Even the Lossoth who were native to the land would seek out a respite from the freezing winds. No matter how many generations had lived in the climate, none could claim to be used to it. It wasn't a cold you ever got used to. Some may have adapted to deal with it better but never could they get used to the cursed cold. So as the night wore on more and more entered the inn for a few hours warmth and comfort before trekking back out at the break of dawn to make their living. At the back table a crowd had gathered and the tensions were rising and so were tempers it seemed. He bowed to the Elf as she left and turned his gaze on Teemu. He really wished people would get a better hold of their pride and their tempers. So many things could be avoided if they just did that. It was a lesson he'd learned slowly. It had taken him through a long winding path full of senseless destruction and mindless death. He'd witnessed many things and had been part of so much violence. Much more than he'd care to think about. His gaze came to rest on Brynne as she spoke. She certainly was a surprise he had not anticipated. Seeing the face of a noblemans daughter whom you'd served was not something you could ever really count on. Still, he had to respect her cleverness and resourcefulness at having survived. I am sure you have been. You have my respect M'lady and if there is anything I can do to aid you in future, please let me know. he said bowing to her. I am sure you will continue to do Dale proud. Dale and your family. he said showing one of his rare smiles. His gaze switched to Teemu and he studied him for a moment. Some friendly advice. When starting a new life, it's best not to make an enemy of those around you. It's a poor choice. he said with a bit of frost to his tone. If you can't be agreeable and pleasant, staying silent is always a good choice. he added as an after thought. As for our help? Well it seems to me you do. You certainly haven't managed to get rid of it yourself, have you? he challenged in a soft voice. If you had, we wouldn't be here now. he said narrowing his eyes. I think at this late date who gave you the curse is a moot point. It was a long time ago and it can't be proven either way. But between you and me, us being the cause of the curse is ridiculous. he said his voice still low and soft. If I'm wrong on that account, please, feel free to correct me. he said raising his brows expectantly. It wasn't like he was trying to cause a fight or more trouble. He hated trouble. But he also hated attitudes like that. Although he guessed it was something to do with being Lossoth. Most of them seemed to share similiar attitudes. He couldn't say about the Suri-Maja since he hadn't, had dealings with them but he was sure it was even worse for them. The silence stretched between them, growing heavier and deeper with each passing second. Before he could say anything though, the doors to the inn opened once again and he turned his gaze to the troupe of men who'd just entered. He saw one of them fix his gaze on Brynne for a moment before being shoved forward again. They all bundled inside and the din of conversation continued. After a few moments the sounds of music reached his ears and he looked over to see the man who'd watched Brynne playing a flute. The music was sweet and enchanting in it's melody. Soft but easily heard throughout the inn as he played the conversation quieted until no one was talking anymore. He was a good bard to quiet an entire inn with his music. After a moment he noticed that people were beginning to crowd around them, trying to get closer to the bard. He looked over and saw Brynne looking annoyed and shook his head a bit. He edged his way around the table, moving people aside. With his size and presence it wasn't an overly difficult task. When he reaches her side he glanced at Teemu and the bard quickly What is wrong M'lady? he asked her quietly. He had an idea what it was. His gaze continuously switching between the two. Even with all the crowding, he could still see the bard fairly easily. Being larger had it's advantages. He paid particular attention to Teemu, in case he decided to cause trouble. With this many people packed so close together, a lot of people could easily get hurt.