I turn to see the newcomer as he enters quietly and replaces his hood back over his head. I watch him carefully out of natural caution due to past transgressions.
His eyes nearly pierce through as my cold stare keeps watch over this newcomer.
If I weren't so keen a warrior, I'd consider ownin' a tavern meself ... if only to have a place to drink a decent ale -- in peace! Sabina strides confidently into the tavern and finds it more populated than she's seen it before. She hesitates briefly to consider how to position herself with her back to the wall and facing the door. A warrior must protect herself whilst traveling alone.
Sabina takes her chosen seat and is sure she won't have to wait long before the greasy little tavern keeper appears to serve her.
He turns from his mug to face Sabina. He quickly scans over her and looks at the bartender questioning him with a quite voice. "Would this be the fair maiden you spoke of friend? She does fit the description you gave me." He pulls back his hood once more and stand next to his bar stool waiting for a reply.
Edited: glyphfury on 22nd Jul, 2006 - 1:14am
Ah yes meh lad, she be the beauty that overwhelms meh heart. Go wisely lad, she does have a big bite.
He nods politely at his new friend and walks cautiously towards Sabina trying not to look to suspicious or creepy. As he draws near her he begins to slow down a bit more as he thinks to himself what to say. He stops at her sitting area next to her but far enough not to invade her space. "Good day m'lady, how does thee fare today?"
* Listening from afar while pretending to be busy at the bar *
The lad be mad, with that line I could get meh throat slashed.
* Shaking head *
Raising one eyebrow ever so slightly, Sabina looks the man up-and-down in a way that indicates extreme displeasure. A wise man would back up two steps.
Flexing her arms to show her strength to a maximum as she leans forward on the table, Sabina asks, "Something you want, villager?"
* Places hands in front of face, parting fingers only sufficient to see a bit of what is taking place in the Tavern *
The lad is a goner, best I send word quickly to the Village coffin maker to take measurements.