While it wasn't the first tavern Kion had been in, it was the first one he'd been to here. And he was discovering that even though he'd only known his new companions for a comparatively short time... it was weird. Being alone felt strange, beyond the normal novelty of it, he was used to the others talking around him, being able to turn to any one of them either to chat or to joke around.
Not that it really showed- the place was busy enough that the energy of it bolstered him no matter how weary he was- the elf had been dearly looking forward to a nice long bath and then bed before he'd found himself here, and that sort of thing didn't lend itself to encouraging a nap just yet.
Oh well. A little time off his feet with a drink would keep him going for at least a little longer! Enough time to sort out a place to get cleaned up and sleep.
Not that any of this really showed in him, Kion peering at the drink he'd been given curiously, sniffing it before shrugging and taking a nice long pull. Only when he sensed someone lingering near him for longer than it took to wander past did he turn his attention to them with a cheerful smile, and a gesture towards the nearest free chair. "If you need a spot, this one's open."
((ooc: If you've got a request/fun idea for a specific drink, let me know or I'll likely default to veil of midnight for my dorky boy))
II. Solemn Celebrations
While he'd chosen to align himself with Heaven's Bow, something about the reserved air to the celebrations was too quiet for him in the moment. Not that he had the werewithal at the moment to be overly wild, but he just needed to be surrounded by more energetic people. Block out how tired he was, any rogue concerns or worries that had chased him hear from home. And underwater as it was? Admittedly Salt Spire was right out.
Luckily Grey Ward, grounded and stable as it came across, filled their streets with joyous people, bright lanterns, exuberant music. It settled Kion somewhat to walk the streets, though he hadn't expected the approach of anyone to try and offer him gifts. He was uncertain about accepting them, as he'd had nothing to do with their hard-earned victory- and he could tell it was hard-won and tenuous by the shadows still lingering behind smiles and laughter- but they were insistent, and it wasn't anything that seemed overly dear to give away. So rather than spoil the mood of the occasion, he decided to just accept the gifts with gratitude.
"Wonder if folk'll ever come together like this without some world-shaking disaster to prompt it..." Did he know there was someone within earshot paying attention while he spoke? Nope, he was more talking to the little carved wooden bird in his hands than anything.
III. Questboard
"Those ones there are straight out..." Kion muttered consideringly as he was looking over the options on the board. Did he have his axe? Nope. But he still had his armor, and despite being barely over five feet, he was still pretty strong. He felt fairly confident he could manage a good number of the quests on offer.
At least if they didn't involve swimming, that was. Whatever the case, he cast a cheery smile towards someone else who was on their own and perusing the quests. "Feel like teaming up on something? Seems like a good way to get this done, yeah?"
(Feel free to suggest a quest! This orange cat of an elf is definitely down to get mired in a shitshow with a new buddy!)
IV. Wildcard
((ooc: Got another idea? Want to hash something out? Feel free to drop a reply, or to dm/discord me so we can plot something! I'm atomic_kiwi on discord and plurk.))
Kion 'Rook' Aldwir | DA: Veilguard | Sylph
While it wasn't the first tavern Kion had been in, it was the first one he'd been to here. And he was discovering that even though he'd only known his new companions for a comparatively short time... it was weird. Being alone felt strange, beyond the normal novelty of it, he was used to the others talking around him, being able to turn to any one of them either to chat or to joke around.
Not that it really showed- the place was busy enough that the energy of it bolstered him no matter how weary he was- the elf had been dearly looking forward to a nice long bath and then bed before he'd found himself here, and that sort of thing didn't lend itself to encouraging a nap just yet.
Oh well. A little time off his feet with a drink would keep him going for at least a little longer! Enough time to sort out a place to get cleaned up and sleep.
Not that any of this really showed in him, Kion peering at the drink he'd been given curiously, sniffing it before shrugging and taking a nice long pull. Only when he sensed someone lingering near him for longer than it took to wander past did he turn his attention to them with a cheerful smile, and a gesture towards the nearest free chair. "If you need a spot, this one's open."
((ooc: If you've got a request/fun idea for a specific drink, let me know or I'll likely default to veil of midnight for my dorky boy))
II. Solemn Celebrations
While he'd chosen to align himself with Heaven's Bow, something about the reserved air to the celebrations was too quiet for him in the moment. Not that he had the werewithal at the moment to be overly wild, but he just needed to be surrounded by more energetic people. Block out how tired he was, any rogue concerns or worries that had chased him hear from home. And underwater as it was? Admittedly Salt Spire was right out.
Luckily Grey Ward, grounded and stable as it came across, filled their streets with joyous people, bright lanterns, exuberant music. It settled Kion somewhat to walk the streets, though he hadn't expected the approach of anyone to try and offer him gifts. He was uncertain about accepting them, as he'd had nothing to do with their hard-earned victory- and he could tell it was hard-won and tenuous by the shadows still lingering behind smiles and laughter- but they were insistent, and it wasn't anything that seemed overly dear to give away. So rather than spoil the mood of the occasion, he decided to just accept the gifts with gratitude.
"Wonder if folk'll ever come together like this without some world-shaking disaster to prompt it..." Did he know there was someone within earshot paying attention while he spoke? Nope, he was more talking to the little carved wooden bird in his hands than anything.
III. Questboard
"Those ones there are straight out..." Kion muttered consideringly as he was looking over the options on the board. Did he have his axe? Nope. But he still had his armor, and despite being barely over five feet, he was still pretty strong. He felt fairly confident he could manage a good number of the quests on offer.
At least if they didn't involve swimming, that was. Whatever the case, he cast a cheery smile towards someone else who was on their own and perusing the quests. "Feel like teaming up on something? Seems like a good way to get this done, yeah?"
(Feel free to suggest a quest! This orange cat of an elf is definitely down to get mired in a shitshow with a new buddy!)
IV. Wildcard
((ooc: Got another idea? Want to hash something out? Feel free to drop a reply, or to dm/discord me so we can plot something! I'm atomic_kiwi on discord and plurk.))