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Post by Thalia Vedas on Sept 5, 2020 15:25:33 GMT
A nice food place at the top of Moira’s Hill that boasts the best view of the city, a great dish of lemon sole, and a fun atmosphere.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 5, 2020 18:19:00 GMT
Silvia showed up in a red silk shirt, loose grey trousers and her trademark feathered hat. She brought her lute so she could play some after dinner music if it seemed favourable.
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Post by Thalia Vedas on Sept 5, 2020 18:49:33 GMT
Thalia arrived afterwards and smiled faintly at Silvia, “good evening,” she nodded to the woman, thank you for coming, I am aware that we celebrated on the boat, but I didn’t really consider the mission a success until we returned,”
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 5, 2020 19:09:58 GMT
"That makes sense," Silvia agreed. "No ship can provide the same kind of celebration as you'll get on dry land. Besides, we were all stuck in a confined space, and it got rather heated for a while. Hopefully this evening will be much more relaxed. I should like us to be friends, Thalia. I have few enough friends in my line of work."
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Post by Thalia Vedas on Sept 5, 2020 19:15:10 GMT
“As a musician?” She queried, “I’d think that should make you rather popular, you should try being the apprentice to a sorcerer Queen, if you want isolating professions,” she said but it was more good natured, “I too would like us to have an amenable relationship at least. I plan on staying in the city for some time until I return.”
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 5, 2020 19:20:39 GMT
Justine, in some slightly better quality threads than she had been wearing before and on the adventure, arrived to the restaurant without Demetrius in tow. It was a much swankier place than either of them were used to. She hesitated outside for a moment, fingering the fine greyish-lavender wool of her full skirt. Eventually she steeped herself and went in.
It was easy enough to find Thalia, with her red hair, and Silvia with her. “Good to see the both of you again. I wasn’t sure if we would. I’ve been spending time with my good friend who just recently arrived in town. How have you passed the last few days?” She slid into a seat at the large table and glanced between Thalia and Silvia, quite curious.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 5, 2020 19:28:26 GMT
"Oh good. I've been living here for a while. To be honest, when you're a bard you're often viewed as the hired help. That's quite a large barrier to friendship. Though I've been propositioned plenty of times by lusty noblemen who thought me fair game, and sometines women as well. But they had something more than friendship in mind." She laughed.
Then she saw Justine. "I've been busy too, meeting old acquaintances and seeing what's going on in the city. It's good to be back home. Why didn't you bring your friend with you? I'm sure we'd have made him or her welcome."
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 5, 2020 19:37:46 GMT
Justine couldn’t help but smile a little as Silvia described the life of a bard. “This is my first time being in a city longer than a few nights. And the accommodations I can get now are much better than anything I had before, which is wonderful. Ceutinde is well, I ought to add. A bit busy coming back to her business, though. I doubt she will be coming. As for my friend, Demetrius he’s called, well...” She couldn’t just tell them about Nigel breaking his legs. There was no deep love for Thornheart among the group (Thalia particularly seemed to loathe the man) but better to be safe. Besides it was Demetrius’ story to tell.
“He had some personal things to take care of.”
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 5, 2020 19:49:49 GMT
Herneiros, having spent as little time in Bastion as he could manage, had decided to see what it actually looked like. So he had hiked up the hill looking like an exceptionally well-armed lumberjack before stopping at the Rest. He couldn't read the sign, but judging by the smell, could deduce its purpose.
He entered the front door and looked around for something resembling a bar, before spying his comrades. The Wild Huntsman strode over and declared, "Well, this is a more welcoming view than I expected to find. How fare thee, good friends?"
He didn't say ladies or make some trite remark about their beauty. They were professional adventurers, not prostitutes, and he was not Nigel bloody Thornheart.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2020 19:56:32 GMT
From the top of Moira's Hill, everyone seated on the rooftop dining area can see in a perfect three hundred sixty degree circle. To the east the city spreads out before them about four hundred feet below, the governor's palace and the massive battleships of the fleet in the harbor. Past that they can see the great wall of Mist as the continent which should be in view is completely obscured. To the west the narrow spit of land Bastion sits on continues on and out of sight.
Moira's Hill specifically was named for the sorceress who had supposedly climbed up the steep slopes and cast the final spell which had sealed Innuria off from the rest of the doom that had befell Thessali. The servers here largely dress like a college party Halloween version of witches and wizards. They are close enough to quickly respond to orders but otherwise they leave the adventurers alone.
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Post by Thalia Vedas on Sept 5, 2020 20:15:15 GMT
Thalia nodded as Justine joined them, “thank you for coming,” she said motioning for her to sit and beckoning over a server for some wine with the assurance of someone used to being served, she grew up in a palace after all.
“I was just talking to Sylvia here about the nature of friendship.” She looked at Herneiros as he entered, and nodded as he came over, “I have been working on the book translations, but they are proving difficult.”
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 5, 2020 20:19:02 GMT
"Well, I hope you introduce him another time, then." Silvia smiled at Justine. Please give Ceutinde my regards. I shall visit her in person when I have a chance. I'm going to find out whst happened with those poor women we rescued, for her."
She greeted Herneiros with a smile, and blew him a kiss. "Huntsman. I'm very well. I hope you are becoming accustomed to the city. It can be overwhelming, I know."
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 5, 2020 20:36:10 GMT
"Still, Thalia, I appreciate your efforts. If we can find other facilities like that one, we might have a chance against putting a halt to the Mist..."
He turned to the bard. "Hello, sweet songbird. It is not so much the walls as all the Nigels walking about. Everyone here thinks they know better about everything..."
Herneiros shrugged. "You learn to stomach it."
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 5, 2020 21:04:37 GMT
Silvia laughed at Herneiros' assessment of city people.
"You'd best not attend a high society function, then. You'd hate it. Thornheart at least has some reason for his cockiness, being both a hero and a celebrity. A lot of society people have no reason but too much money. They think wealth gives them the right to say and do whatever they please. I'm used to it, and I know when to smile and pretend not to hear, but I imagine it's difficult for a newcomer."
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Post by Damien Chevalier on Sept 5, 2020 23:32:26 GMT
Comte-in-exile Damien Chevalier slipped into the party and looked around the room. He gave the room one quick study as he he stroked his mustache. He walked to the bar and ordered a drink from the bar keep. He looked about again more slowly eyeing the room in detail while trying to decide to sit. He nodded at this former compatriots as he looked for a place to sit.
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