(Last night's RP.)
Tarquin is nursing his cigarette, leaning back relaxedly.
Tarquin: Master Jameston. How're yeh?
Rheugan: Well enough
Tarquin: Pitch suggested yeh maun want an' talk ta me.
Rheugan: I had expected as much
Tarquin: So what d'yeh want ta talk about?
Rheugan: Bricu suggested there might be a spot for me in the Riders. I just asked him, and he said it was still open
Tarquin: Right yeh are, lad.
Rheugan eyes Tarquin, a bit hesitantly.
Tarquin scratches at his chin.
Tarquin: Yet, I canna help but notice, wey yeh say that - it's still oan account some punter else suggested it.
Tarquin: The wey Pitch asked me.
Tarquin: The wey...well, look, mate.
Tarquin plucks the cigarette from his mouth and rests his fingers on the tabletop, letting it smolder.
Tarquin: This outfit, we started it up oan account we wanted ta make our ain wey.
Tarquin: Yeh heard how we say it. Nae crowns, nae flags, nae causes an' all that.
Tarquin: Things come an' go, but what remains is, wir doin' this ta...what's the phrase?
Tarquin leans back, closing his eyes briefly.
Tarquin: Wir seizin' what the world withholds.
Tarquin: An' Master Jameston, welll...ambition's no' a requirement fir the gig.
Rheugan drops his eyes to the tabletop and nods.
Tarquin: But it ha' got a certain relation.
Tarquin: So what I am wond'rin' is, why d'yeh want ta wear the colors?
Tarquin: Besides jus' other folks sayin' yeh ought ta?
Rheugan looks back at Tarq.
Rheugan: Because, honestly, I have no other options
Tarquin tilts his head.
Tarquin: How's that, mate?
Tarquin picks his cigarette back up and trims a little ash off the side with his thumbnail.
Tarquin: Thinkin' about it, mate?
Rheugan frowns at the tabletop and nods.
Tarquin: Well. Put it this wey, then.
Tarquin: First - what wid yeh be doin' if yeh'd never come up the Pig, or met the Black an' Red?
Rheugan glances at Tarq, then looks away again.
Rheugan: I would... probably be dead
Tarquin lifts both his eyebrows.
Tarquin: Really now.
Tarquin: Fra' what?
Rheugan: I-.. well, the cat- attacked a frostsaber in Darnassas, shortly after we'd left Gilneas after the fighting. When a Sentinel tried to intervene, he turned on her as well
Rheugan: The saber was killed, the Sentinel was wounded badly. They shut me away while they tried to.. decide what to do with me
Tarquin takes a slow, silent drag on his cigarette, his eyes glinting slightly.
Rheugan glances briefly at Tarquin.
Rheugan: That was how Pitch became my mentor. If he hadn't... they likely would have killed me
Tarquin: The Kaldorei dinna care much fir liabilities, 'tis true.
Tarquin: So Pitch's been sortin' yeh out wi' that, an' that is a fine thing.
Tarquin: But Rheugan, me lad - yeh seen what we do.
Tarquin: Up close, even.
Tarquin: Oan the balance, we are closer ta the cat than the Sentinel.
Rheugan: Do you think I haven't realized that?
Rheugan quirks an eyebrow.
Tarquin grins faintly at that.
Tarquin: I think yeh expressed a certain, uh, discomfort.
Tarquin: An' the wey we do things has no' much changed.
Rheugan: No, but I have, whether I wanted to or not
Tarquin nods thoughtfully.
Tarquin: Meanin' yeh can work.
Tarquin leans back.
Tarquin: Awright. An' is there anythin' mair yeh want outay it, Jameston?
Tarquin: Asides a chance ta stick by yir mentor?
Tarquin: An' fill yir hours?
Rheugan gives Tarquin a rather sardonic look.
Rheugan: You think that's why I wanted a job?
Tarquin: I dinna ken at all why yeh wanted a job, mate.
Tarquin: All I heard is other people askin' oan yir behalf. An' I am glad yeh come ta me yirself.
Rheugan: I want it because... it's either this, or I keep drifting like I have been
Rheugan: And I'm tired of it
Tarquin pulls the cigarette out of his mouth again and leans forward.
Tarquin: Yeh want purpose.
Tarquin: Well, mate.
Tarquin: All we got is watchin' each other's backs while we grab the world by the bollocks an' squeeze.
Tarquin: If that's eno' purpose fir yeh, that's guid eno' for me.
Rheugan nods again.
Tarquin: Well, then.
Tarquin: Moan oan downstairs, me lad.
Tarquin claps Rheugan on the shoulder.
Tarquin: Yeh drink mead?
Rheugan: Ah, yes
Threnn eyes Tarquin up and down.
Tarquin says: Oi! Black an' red.
Tarquin says: Come 'round.
Bricu says: Oi.
Illithias says: Hnhhh.
Lorelli says: Hrm?
Tarquin stretches over the bar and retrieves a dusty bottle.
Pitchblàck raises his eyebrow inquisitively at Rheugan.
Elohn weaves his way over.
Lorelli says: Ah, lovely.
Tarquin says: Bric, make yirself some tea or something'.
Bricu says: Aye.
Elohn blinks at Rheugan.
Tarquin says: Had a wee chat wi' Jameston here.
Elohn says: ...I'd always assumed he was an elf.
Rheugan leans back on the bar, half-trying to blend in.
Tarquin says: Aye, turns out, there's a lot ta the lad we dinna ken.
Tarquin says: But we shall learn it.
Tarquin says: As he, in turn, shall learn how we do things.
Bricu says: Seltzer, with lemon.
Lorelli looks at Tarquin a bit wary.
Tarquin looks around, fingers curled around his own glass.
Tarquin says: A bit sideweys.
Tarquin says: A bit underhanded.
Tarquin says: An' together, as brothers an' sisters ought ta do.
Tarquin says: Us, yeh bastards.
Tarquin lifts his glass.
Elohn lifts his own.
Bricu lifts his glass.
Tarquin says: Wir one larger.
Illithias raises her mug.
Threnn raises her glass.
Tarquin says: Welcome ta the black an' red, yeh puir sap.
Tarquin raises a drink to Rheugan. Cheers!
Elohn salutes you with respect.
Rheugan grins ruefully, then downs his mead.
Bricu nods at Rheugan.
Tarquin claps Rheugan on the shoulder.
Pitchblàck raises a drink to Rheugan. Cheers!