Kavir: Tavern Friends

[SleepyKrew]

The Laughing Pumpkin is a popular pub in the village of Wandermere, in the Duchy of Ahuodon. Almost every table has someone at it, and the seats at the bar are also mostly full.

I would like each of you to give a brief physical description of your character in your first post, as well as any details you want the other players to know. Additionally, where are you sitting? Are any of you sitting near each other? What brought you here (you can ignore this if you want to)?

[schadd_]

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[Errantparabola]

Aranarei is a tiefling of average stature, with light pink skin and short, messy, black hair. She is sitting on a stool at the bar, tiredly resting her elbows on the counter and nursing a mug. The person next to her tries to strike up a conversation, and she politely obliges for a sentence or two before letting the talk die off once again. Eventually she finishes her drink, checks her bag to make sure all of her possessions are there, and stands up, clearly preparing to leave.

[Papa Zito]

Lathan sits alone at a table opposite the door, idly spinning an empty tankard and looking somewhat the worse for wear. His physical appearance is rather forgettable: average height and build, brown hair roughly cropped short, and a somewhat scraggly beard of the same color. He looks fairly young, likely early 20s. No scars or marks make him stand out. His hands, featuring long slender fingers, are rough and calloused, a sign of a life of manual labor. The only part of his appearance that really stands out at all are his eyes, a piercing icy blue. Those eyes are currently wandering restlessly around the room, not able to focus on anything in particular.

[PenguinPower]

Belvin reclines softly against the wall of the tavern, in the corner farthest from the entrance. A half-elf of average height, build, and age; his blonde hair just grazes his shoulders. No one pays much attention to such a common sight, which is well enough for Belvin. Weary from his travels across Kavir - and the demands researching Dragons and Giants places on one's body - he has no interest in small talk or revelries this night.

Raising his tankard to his lips, he takes a long, slow swig of something he was promised had alcohol in it; his Hazel eyes dance from one patron to the next entertained by their antics. A bit of the liquid gets in his right eye as he lowers his cup. Being right-handed, and having no where to set the cup, he slowly drops his head into the bent crook of his right, slanted arm whilst raising his left arm in a parallel direction but out straight; both pointed to the side and at an upward angle.

"Just have to dab it a bit when that happens." he says to himself, chuckling quietly.

[schadd_]

debbie is a tall, thickly built water genasi with dark blue skin and short black hair

she is talking half-attentively with a human about local affairs and the problems facing wandermere. she chose to sit close to the center of mass of the room so as to be able to pick up on anything else people are talking about particularly loudly. she is gazing at a certain direction in the room, with the side of her mouth curled up, and she keeps the thumb of her left hand against the leather strap holding her mace on her leg

[Bins]

Pyre sits at a bar stool, paying no attention to the tavern guests around her. Her hood is pulled over her head to cover her noticeable features - namely, her orange skin and red hair. She dresses modestly, in more worn out clothes then some of the folk sitting around her. Men rarely come up to her, but when they do they always try and pull the "You look so HOT tonight" pick-up line on her. Ha ha, very funny. Get it? Because she's a Fire Genasi? Perverts.

She orders a beer from the bartender, who doesn't pour it to the brim. She pushes it back toward him and points a finger at the glass, as if to criticize the man's service. Her first time at the tavern, and most likely her last.