Respect for an Age [Dimel, Gillroy]
Mar 7, 2015 17:01:31 GMT
Post by tenebrian on Mar 7, 2015 17:01:31 GMT
It had been a year or two since he had the opportunity to stay a week in one of Reluir's finer cities. This wasn't near the air ship dock he normally landed in, but he had reason to seek out a few of the merchants further in the country. His employer, luckily, had a fondness for books and art from the dark elves that he liked to display. It didn't bother Dimel that his employer was a half-elf from Koben, he paid pretty well for the job.
Unfortunately, most of his funds this trip was going to be spent just finding places to stay. There was a certain level of comfort Dimel wanted if he was going to enjoy this trip. This included finding a reasonable place to eat. He trusted his nose when he entered this restaurant. They were serving classic dishes and he stopped a server to see what kind of liquor they had to serve.
Sure enough, they had a few brews, he had hungered for and missed in his last few trips here. Dimel was promptly found a seat and the server fetched him an stout by the McCullough clan. Their stouts were rich and creamy. They reminded him of living in the North West of Reluir close to the mountains. His own clan brewed a stout of their own, but he hadn't approached his own clan in years.
While he waited, he noticed a traditionally dressed man enter that had the lines of age etched on his features. His features and manner of dress seemed familiar. There had been a few times he had seen the man around some of the other assassins that were in the Queen's service. However he had never spoken with the man directly. He was never in Reluir long enough to meet the rest of the assassins since he was one of their members that was 'stationed' where it was convenient to deal with those that ran from Reluir, or to eliminate human annoyances.
When Gillroy was fairly close Dimel nodded and asked the dark elf about the tartan/plaid colors he wore, "Are those colors clan based?"
Unfortunately, most of his funds this trip was going to be spent just finding places to stay. There was a certain level of comfort Dimel wanted if he was going to enjoy this trip. This included finding a reasonable place to eat. He trusted his nose when he entered this restaurant. They were serving classic dishes and he stopped a server to see what kind of liquor they had to serve.
Sure enough, they had a few brews, he had hungered for and missed in his last few trips here. Dimel was promptly found a seat and the server fetched him an stout by the McCullough clan. Their stouts were rich and creamy. They reminded him of living in the North West of Reluir close to the mountains. His own clan brewed a stout of their own, but he hadn't approached his own clan in years.
While he waited, he noticed a traditionally dressed man enter that had the lines of age etched on his features. His features and manner of dress seemed familiar. There had been a few times he had seen the man around some of the other assassins that were in the Queen's service. However he had never spoken with the man directly. He was never in Reluir long enough to meet the rest of the assassins since he was one of their members that was 'stationed' where it was convenient to deal with those that ran from Reluir, or to eliminate human annoyances.
When Gillroy was fairly close Dimel nodded and asked the dark elf about the tartan/plaid colors he wore, "Are those colors clan based?"