ROLEPLAY HQ - two-sides-of-the-same-coin

It is another lively day at the tavern. Music and high spirits join the fire light to fill the spacious main room. Bards perform for patrons who dance by the fire at the center of the room. Barmaids ferry drinks from the bar out to the tables around the room. Nestled at a table against the wall, a Tabaxi man sits back and enjoys the atmosphere while keeping to himself. A plate of roasted pheasant and a flagon of mead accompanying him. Dressed in linens and clad in leather, a pair of blades hang sheathed on his belt. Golden irises stand out from his dark fur as his gaze slowly drifts across the room, lazily glancing around at whatever catches his attention while he takes his time with his meal. He is not the only Tabaxi in the room. A hand-full of people with cat-like appearances are scattered around, mingled with various elves and Humans. Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves, yet an underlying sense of unease lingers beneath. The man's cat-like ears angle outwards as he listens to the conversations around him, a bad habit that has served him well. "The harvest looks to have done well this year." "Could have been better, had we not lost those crops." "What ever happened to that shipment from Rawa?" "That caravan came in a few evenings ago, the wagons did look rather rough..." Rough is an understatement... He thinks to himself, remarking in his mind as he recalls the condition of the wagons. They barely got here alive. He slices off another piece of meat, savoring the taste before swallowing it down.

Into that very same tavern, a slightly pale, white haired figure pushed open the door. With a grunt, the woman- slightly disheveled and covered in blood and dirt- cautiously made her way over to an empty table situated in the corner. Her attire was a simple blue dress- now spattered in a minuscule amount of dirt and blood- lacking a corset so she could move freely but with enough stability and firmness in the bodice to accentuate her figure. Thin gold adornments hung from her shoulders, attached to the bodice to serve as accents but also as sleeves. Another day, another fight with someone. It seemed some folk were not a fan of a sorceress lurking around, hence her battered appearance. She sought to rid the world of bad people and to change the minds of those whom despised magic and all those possessing it- in addition to her wishes for a safer world for those in it. With a low hum, the woman flagged down a waitress and ordered herself a plate of food and some ale. There truly was nothing more rewarding than a hot meal and a tankard of ale after beating up some folks who attacked her first. It took a short moment but her food and tankard of ale was delivered mere minutes later- mind drifting from her thoughts, to the food before her, and then to the caravan that she vaguely recalled had arrived. She particularly remembered hearing how rough of a state they were in, which she thought was likely due to bandits. Firstly, she would enjoy a meal before even thinking of picking up any work again. In one swift motion, she retrieved some coins from a pouch at her hip and placed them on the table for the waitress- who picked them up and smiled at the sorceress, whom returned the smile with one of her own and a gentle nod. Those whom were not kind to her did not receive any kindness in response.

2:53 AM

Her gaze came to glance around and take in all of the folks around the tavern, her gaze passing over folks of all kinds while she took in her surroundings and took small bites on occasion.

2:54 AM

@Mr BReightside

The sound of an entering newcomer draws the man's gaze. Raising an eyebrow, he takes note of ragged appearance. Somebody had a bad time. As she finds a seat, he returns his attention to his meal. Carving off more pieces of pheasant, he savors each bite, washing it down with mead. His throat vibrates with every breath, the pupils of his cat-like eyes flick around as widened slits. Tell-tale signs of his enjoyment. The largest betrayals of his comfort is the lazy motions of his tail, gently curling and swaying behind him. The merriment continues on, undisturbed, until an Adventurer enters the tavern, carrying notice. He tacks it onto a wooden column with a few others before turning to face the room. Over half of the patrons already have their attention turned to him before he quiets the bards. They nod and give him the floor, to which he finally speaks up, and addresses the crowd. "Attention, everyone. I am Michael, head of the Eldham chapter Adventurer's Guild. I'm sure most of you have heard of the attacks and disappearances that have been occurring as of late. I am organizing a quest, to scout forth, and uncover the cause for these troubles. We start the day after tomorrow, meeting at the Adventurer's Guild here in Eldham. Come organized, come prepared. I will leave this here, thank you." Michael gives a nods to the bards, who resume their performance as he leaves. The merriment of the tavern slowly returns, but paired with conversation about this new quest. The Tabaxi Rogue, now finished with his meal, watches Michael exit the tavern, pondering the possibilities of his proposed adventure. His golden eyes wandering the room again as he listens to the conversation around him. @YourLocalMetalhead

The white-haired sorceress exhaled a heavy sigh, tired from the day but still offering a smile at those who passed by. She’d hardly made a dent in growing her status as someone who did good in the world. Those justifying attacks on her by accusing her of murder and consorting with dark forces, were not helping her do good in the world, for it meant she had to defend herself instead of helping others. She of course shook her head at such accusations, finding herself annoyed at the stupidity of people- though quickly returning to her cheerful demeanor with people. She was utilizing the gift she was born with, not one she acquired through blood and pain as others had- for good, not evil. Her attention was drawn from her surroundings to the man whom had entered the tavern- having been intrigued by him waltzing into the tavern to announce a quest. That would be the perfect opportunity for her to gain notoriety amidst the townsfolk. After the brief interruption, the sorceress silently made a note to herself to meet at the guild the day after tomorrow. She would embark on this quest to uncover the mysteries behind the attacks and disappearances- unusual due to the large number of them that had occurred- and to do good in the world in the hopes of achieving status as a hero- someone who helps instead of harms good people. She wanted more than anything to do good in the world. With the conclusion of the man’s speech, Mariana scarfed down the rest of her foot and some ale before leaving the tavern to head to the nearest inn. She’d rest until the day arose in which she would go to Eldham’s Adventurer’s Guild. She hoped time would pass quickly, as she looked forward to embarking on a quest the day after the next. (edited)