- Genres
- Fantasy, Scifi, Future, Past/Medeival, Realistic role plays not centered around romance.
Raenah shied slightly as one of the groups members looked her way. Though his smile was kind, eye contact was heavily frowned upon among wolves, and many other animals for that matter. So she instead set her eyes on a point to the right of the person. But, even as she avoided the contact her interest was peaked when another shorter person approached and triggered the word adventurer. For three days she had ventured over roads, across plains, and through forest to reach the city and along the way she had encountered a few people who had themselves just come from the city. In those rare instances where she had engaged those para elders in talk they had spoken of the call the wizards had put out for a group of adventurers. At first the the idea of traveling with a group of strangers outside of her pack was not the least bit appealing. But, something about the idea eventually grew on her, and besides, she had thought to herself, what better way to learn about the civilized world then traveling with a few of its members.
So although she knew that there was to be an adventure and at which day they were to depart, it was not until she was within the city limits that she had been able to determine the meeting place. So now she was here, sitting awkwardly at the end of a bar listening in on the nearby group, wondering if these were indeed the people she was looking for. Her thoughts were briefly interrupted by a twinge of hunger from her stomach. Though she was no stranger to hunger, she had been traveling hard and fast, and had not eaten since the previous night. Reaching around she pulled off her pack and started rooting around for a few coins. She had traded a couple animal skins a couple weeks back and so had a grand total of nine copper coins. Looking around she cleared her throat softly and said to the passing bar man "could I get a bowl of stew." Her voice was soft but, it was still loud enough to be heard by the man over the general noise of the bar. With a quick nod the man moved off and returned with a wooden bowl filled with a thick broth with what looked like chunks of beef bobbing around in it. There was a slight pause as Raenah considered the coins in her hand, she could never really get why people put so much store in chunks of rock, so she was never good at deciding what something was worth, at least not in terms of coin. In the end she passed over five coins, this seemed to be good enough as the man took them and moved off to tend to the other patrons.
Turning her attention to the bowl before her Raenah reached out and grasped the given spoon like one would the handle of a weapon. Any manners that she had learned came from wolves or observing bar goers out of the corn of her eye. As a result her manners left much to be desired.
So although she knew that there was to be an adventure and at which day they were to depart, it was not until she was within the city limits that she had been able to determine the meeting place. So now she was here, sitting awkwardly at the end of a bar listening in on the nearby group, wondering if these were indeed the people she was looking for. Her thoughts were briefly interrupted by a twinge of hunger from her stomach. Though she was no stranger to hunger, she had been traveling hard and fast, and had not eaten since the previous night. Reaching around she pulled off her pack and started rooting around for a few coins. She had traded a couple animal skins a couple weeks back and so had a grand total of nine copper coins. Looking around she cleared her throat softly and said to the passing bar man "could I get a bowl of stew." Her voice was soft but, it was still loud enough to be heard by the man over the general noise of the bar. With a quick nod the man moved off and returned with a wooden bowl filled with a thick broth with what looked like chunks of beef bobbing around in it. There was a slight pause as Raenah considered the coins in her hand, she could never really get why people put so much store in chunks of rock, so she was never good at deciding what something was worth, at least not in terms of coin. In the end she passed over five coins, this seemed to be good enough as the man took them and moved off to tend to the other patrons.
Turning her attention to the bowl before her Raenah reached out and grasped the given spoon like one would the handle of a weapon. Any manners that she had learned came from wolves or observing bar goers out of the corn of her eye. As a result her manners left much to be desired.