A Night in the Tavern (Open)

[minisamus]

Well, what else could she call him? He never properly introduced himself and the talk of potbellies hadn't counted. But he took some whacks for her, even gave as good as they had gotten, so she was going to call the old man gramps whether he liked the nickname or no. It was stuck, and like a reputation once acquired could not be easily lost. Gramps was welcome to try, though Tris was as stubborn as they get. Years of searching for her mother had nourished that aspect of her childish temperament, if nothing else. If he was stubborn too then maaaaybe they could be related, no?

 

Gramps did not move to take his "medication"; he had not even moved so that his blood wasn't dripping into it, which was a shame since she felt a need for some medication too, although she was not nearly old enough to blame everything on her nerves yet. And pouring ale on people last time was what had gotten her into the fight so she resisted any temptation of relieving gramps that way. But the rough night was only starting, as she glared first at Jehryn for calling the half dozen men who were holding her gramps prisoner like he had been some horrible monster then at the three brutes themselves for being like horrible monsters. She was still glaring when the tavern hushed, and it was quiet rather like the uncomfortable quiet at the Landorin house when the maid left and the family knew Tris' mother was gone. People around them shifted to make way for a tall, dark suited man with a sword pin she didn't really see well. Maybe rather than the red hand bangles she should have carved this instead, it looked pretty nice. Edging close she watched as the healing went on but he didn't really do anything Tris could see to make the man better. She narrowed her eyes. Maybe it was a paralysis that wore off with time too, like the needle of toxins Jehryn stabbed hrr with. Medics, she scoffed, are all such grumpyfaces. They seem to get on everybody's . . . nerves don't they?

[Barmacral]

Burgandy shuddered a bit as the Asha’man walked past him, he was not a fan of users of the One Power to start with, and a male channeler was even more dangerous than the Aes Sedai, due to their likelihood of going insane. He had no illusions about them being all powerful, a sword through the throat of the black coated man would kill as surely as any thing the one power could do. He still disliked being in his presence though; he was not a fan of having anything to do with the channelling folk in the world.

 

Watching closely while the Asha’man concentrated on the fellow on the floor, Burgandy was relieved when he saw that the paralysis would be healed, though he was careful not to show it on his face or in his posture.

 

As some people moved forward to collect the formerly injured man, the Red Arms moved in to grab Burgandy’s arms and escort him out of the tavern, presumably to lock him up for the night. He hoped things wouldn’t go too badly for him, he did want to get back to training as soon as he could.