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Post by Psy on Feb 9, 2008 16:20:57 GMT -5
The name of the place already speaks of granduer, but most could not afforrd to go to such a lavish place. Occupying a large area of prime land within the market district, statues line the entrance to the building, with gardens meticulously managed, and various waiters wonderfly dressed & groomed. Upon entrance, you are greeted with a large fountain in the middle of a large room with high-vaulted ceilings. Carved wooden tables are positioned around the fountain with matching chairs. Hallways branch off from the main room, leading off into 'private' rooms & the kitchen. Waiters move gracefully from one table to another.
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Post by Psy on Feb 9, 2008 16:36:50 GMT -5
"Here's the spot," Talvin paused, realizing something," Erm. It would be best that we change into something more... suitable for a place like this."
He gave a small nod to Kearen, before disappearing off into who-knows-where, with who-knows-what stored in his various pouches. Even without wearing formal clothing, however, he looked like the organized & noble sort, but apparently, he found the clothing he wore for the arena unfitting for a place like this.
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Post by Arissa Warrner on Feb 9, 2008 16:40:58 GMT -5
Kearen dug through her bag and found a nice shirt and pants with wide legs made to look like a skirt. The cloths had a almost exoctic, ritual look to them, though completly modest. Temporarly barrowing a room in a near by shop she changed and went back to the street to wait for Talvin.
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Post by Psy on Feb 9, 2008 17:09:12 GMT -5
Talvin approached Kearan in a casual, loping stride. He looked markedly different from when he was earlier that day. His neck-length hair was tied back and combed into a small tail, a few strands of hair stylishly left out, hanging down his face. He wore a white tunic. A white one - not a patched-up semi-white one, but a fully white, cotton one, with large, open sleeves tied with a small string. He wore an embroided black jacket over that, the buttons undone. His pants were long, and flared at the bottom, with a black-leather belt which looked curiously like the one he was wearing that morning. His polished boots made a 'clop' sound as he walked.
"So, what do you think?" He grinned, as he led her into the resteraunt.
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Post by Arissa Warrner on Feb 9, 2008 17:22:35 GMT -5
" Humm. You certanly would stand out at home, but overall vary nice." Kearen answerd " Do I look ok? " She asked curious and slightly feeing stand-outish in her clothes. She notised sevral glances in her direction.
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Post by Psy on Feb 9, 2008 17:27:45 GMT -5
"Ah, you're fine," Talvin flapped his hands,"Let's get seated, shall we?"
He led her to a table at the side with two seats. Pulling a chair out for Kearan, and getting seated himself, it wasn't long before a waiter came along. The redguard raised an eyebrow, but said nothing as he placed two scrolls on the table. Talvin nodded and thanked him before he went away.
"I assume you know how a menu works?" he inquired casually as he read through the scroll," Just tell me what you'd like to get. I'd be able to pay for it."
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Post by Arissa Warrner on Feb 9, 2008 17:34:48 GMT -5
"Menu? uhh, sure." Kearen said looking at the scroll. Oh dear I cant read this languege vary well She thought.
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Post by Psy on Feb 9, 2008 17:40:23 GMT -5
"Heh, you don't sound very confident," Talvin went on in a joking manner," Hm. They broadened the selection since I was last here..."
He pondered about what to order. Most of the items on the menu were above twenty gold peices - more a peasant would earn in a week. Even so, Talvin seemed unfazed by the price as he waved for a waiter.
"Have you chosen yet, Kearen?"
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Post by Arissa Warrner on Feb 9, 2008 17:50:13 GMT -5
"How bout you pick for me? " She asked, smiling apologetically. Kearen wasn't sure what would taste good or what wouldn't. She squirmed under the badly disgised glances from other people.
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Post by Psy on Feb 9, 2008 18:27:56 GMT -5
"Heh," Talvin grinned," Sure, although I don't know your tastes. Right then. Can we please have... a serving of fruit & a serving of salad as an entre, then, two plates of that Chezon Venison, one serving of the seafood special and... Hm. Two of those cakes."
He nodded to the waiter, who bowed and rushed to proceed the offer.
"I wonder what we look like right now," he pondered as much as to himself as to Kearen to offer small talk," Heh."
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Post by Arissa Warrner on Feb 9, 2008 18:46:50 GMT -5
"Probably like where a couple. We match pretty well." Kearen said. Her brown eyes reflected the torchlight as she looked around. "This place is nice." She commented
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Post by Psy on Feb 9, 2008 18:50:32 GMT -5
"A couple?" he sighed," I s'pose we do look like one, don't we? Hn. You probably couldn't afford to go to this place often, though."
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Post by Arissa Warrner on Feb 9, 2008 18:57:12 GMT -5
"Usally I'd be on ther rode right now, so no." Kearen said. " I like to travle. I couldent at home because its an island." She sighed " Im glad I left."
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Post by Psy on Feb 9, 2008 19:52:36 GMT -5
"I see," he nodded," A traveller, hm? I hail from Morrowind myself. You find people can be a little... touchy over there."
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Post by Arissa Warrner on Feb 9, 2008 19:58:13 GMT -5
"Well if I where anyone else the best that I would see you would be for a sacrifice to Drekrzen." Kearen shut her mouth suddenly. She was getting to comfortable. Whoops she inwardly winced.
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