Post by Alaric Melbourne on Mar 7, 2024 22:13:06 GMT -5
(For Scout Kane)
Alaric had been working hard in his studio all day. He’d started two commissions and a portrait. Now the sun was setting and it was time to wind down for the night. His sore eyes and tired fingers made him tempted to sleep, but the tension in his shoulders told him to drink instead, and that’s what he set out to do. His walk to the Thirsty Wench Tavern was quite unremarkable as most people had decided to be indoors because of the growing chill in the air. From the outside, the tavern itself sounded as if it had a large crowd inside of it, and Alaric cheerfully stepped toward the building, looking forward to the camaraderie and boozing ahead of him. But as he stepped toward the building, a big, meaty hand gripped his arm, tugging him backward as the ruffian threw him to the ground.
“Ma sister sez hallo,” crawled a deep voice. Alaric looked up from his place on the ground and saw a tall, muscular man that he’d never seen before.
“Your sister?” even though Alaric didn’t know the man, he assumed that he’d dallied around with said sister. But which woman was he talking about? Alaric wracked his brain, but couldn’t think of anybody recent he’d been with, “My friend, I am afraid you may have the wrong person. Why, I am but a simple painter just making his way in the world,” he tried to flash the man a bright smile, “Perhaps we could discuss this while I paint your portrait? I daresay, the ladies will be ravenous for you with how I shall paint you.”
(Feel free to control the NPC)
Alaric had been working hard in his studio all day. He’d started two commissions and a portrait. Now the sun was setting and it was time to wind down for the night. His sore eyes and tired fingers made him tempted to sleep, but the tension in his shoulders told him to drink instead, and that’s what he set out to do. His walk to the Thirsty Wench Tavern was quite unremarkable as most people had decided to be indoors because of the growing chill in the air. From the outside, the tavern itself sounded as if it had a large crowd inside of it, and Alaric cheerfully stepped toward the building, looking forward to the camaraderie and boozing ahead of him. But as he stepped toward the building, a big, meaty hand gripped his arm, tugging him backward as the ruffian threw him to the ground.
“Ma sister sez hallo,” crawled a deep voice. Alaric looked up from his place on the ground and saw a tall, muscular man that he’d never seen before.
“Your sister?” even though Alaric didn’t know the man, he assumed that he’d dallied around with said sister. But which woman was he talking about? Alaric wracked his brain, but couldn’t think of anybody recent he’d been with, “My friend, I am afraid you may have the wrong person. Why, I am but a simple painter just making his way in the world,” he tried to flash the man a bright smile, “Perhaps we could discuss this while I paint your portrait? I daresay, the ladies will be ravenous for you with how I shall paint you.”
(Feel free to control the NPC)
