The Silver Cheshire ( Bar/Leisure Topic )

[Namine]

[OOC: Guess a mild RP is a best place to start and learn RP~]

(Namine, vit/int/dex, High Priestess)


A bar is certainly an exotic place for the high priestess Namine, and most likely unfitting for her character to appear in such a place. However, anywhere to relieve some stress due to the heavy workload from the Prontera Church and to stay away from the desert sunlight appears heavenly. With this thought in mind, the high priestess decided to visit the Silver Cheshire.

She quietly peeped inside the bar, which is rather empty at the moment. The only people that her sapphire blue eyes can see are the owner of the Silver Cheshire behind the bar table, wiping the surface clean and ready for business. Not far off is what seems to be a wasted man lying on the table. Namine had difficulty to even distinguish if it is a human or a monster... bars certainly have the strangest people compare to what Namine is used to in her life: a structured, well mannered, high class society. But perhaps it is not to her best interest to say a word since the owner of the bar seems comfortable with the drunk. She withdrew her delicate green Flower Wing to a folding position, and walked into the bar.

"Best to stay far away from that man..." she thought, and quickly took to a seat in the corner, on the opposite side of where the drunk is. The flower wing on her back releases a sweet aroma of the freshest ment and hinalle, which is in stark contrast to what Namine considered as a murky odor within the bar.

Paintings of glorious beasts and religious art are hung in the wall, and candles are lit up to encourage a relaxing atmosphere... yet this is just not the same for Namine. Compare to the famous paintings of the best artists all over Rune Midgard, Schwaltzvald and Arunafeltz within the Prontera Church back home, the paintings are like children's doodles using those scribbling pencils that a lonely artist is selling in the streets of Morroc. The owner of the bar continues through his routine to clean the place, but somehow the high priestess still feels the place to be somewhat dirty... perhaps this is what a bar should be?

"ey barkeep! slide me another! and dont tell me ive had too many if ya know whats good for ya!" said the drunk. Namine leered at the man with disgust. "May God pity the needy..." she silently said to herself, and remained silent in the dark corner of the bar.

Shortly after, a helmeted woman barged into the bar, pulling an enormous cart in one hand signifying her identity as a blacksmith, while flipping the giant axe off her shoulder in a swift motion with the other. Stains of blood covered the axe, and the woman did not seem to notice the high priestess sitting in the remote corner. The blacksmith took off her helmet and demanded an alcoholic drink from the barkeep without a scent of worry in her voice and posture. How unladylike of the blacksmith to do so... should this be back home in the gallant streets of Prontera, how different will it be!

Best for Namine not to think of the others so much. Afterall, she came here to have a day of rest... she took off her silver tiara to release the restraint on her blond hair and placed her short staff on the floor, leaning her head against the wall and let out a sigh.


[ooc: hm hope that was acceptable...]