Marais de Tarascon: Night of April 10th

[Coan]

Hiro's keen ears pick up the the new comers but he doesn't turn to watch, preferring to listen. A Zherisian professor here? The situation reminded him of something but he couldn't quite recall.

Shifting slightly he listened in before catching sight of Dadrag in the corner of his eye. Turning around to stand he speaks while bowing.

"Good evening Sortis-san. It appears we are destined to meet at cross roads."

(Hiro appears to be a man of average looks and slightly below average height. His brown hair tangles around his head covering a pair of flash goggles positioned above his forehead. Heavy stubble rests on his face. He is thin going to athletic but his clothes show some style and previous wealth with a pair of fashionable trousers and jacket covered by a long coat).

"I take it you are still travelling with our most elusive of employers, yes?" seeing George move a little closer to illustrate his connection to Dadrag, Hiro bows slightly to him as well though not as low. "Forgive me. I am Hiro Harako, pleased to make your acquantience." he speaks in Sithican

[steveflam]

Ooc 1:George would not try to show himself with anyone, even if he is sitting and talking witrh Dadrag - Coan in case you havent beeen following the threads in Port D'Elhour George is in reality a Dark Elf magically disguised as a human
Ooc 2:George appears as a Barovian man of around 25. Dark hair, clean shaven, dark blue piercing eyes. Long black cloak, trousers, tunic, boots as well as gloves. Anyone with a keen eye can see a sword pommel on each hip beneath his long cloak. George seems to be very fit and athletic.



George nods stiffly to the newcomer, and continues scanning the bar and casino.He does notice Gertrude but pays no more attention to her.

Gambling ah such a human activity. Gold can drive people to such a wasteful activity. Humans are a strange lot indeed. Well this establishment seems a bit more interesting than the last one.

[Nathan of the FoS]

Conversation with Kingsley--Le Coq Noir

At the question, she raised the veil on her hat. “Yes, thank you…I’m trying to find Jeanne Larouche, and I wondered if she was in the Port tonight. I wondered if the proprietor might be here, and possibly inform me as to where I could find her. I am Professor Kingsley of the University of Paridon; I’ve had several interviews with her.”

"Er...sir?" the maitre d'hotel says as a pair of men pass him and take seats at the bar. Seeing that they apparently have no need of guidance, he nods to another man and gestures briefly in their direction.

"Madame Larouche has already retired," he says, bowing his apologies. "Is the matter urgent?"

[Nathan of the FoS]

Hiro, Dadrag and George--le Coq Noir

A gentle throat-clearing behind the men seated at the bar reminds them that they are in a public place; turning, they see a young man who says, "Perdonez-moi, m'sieurs--vos capes, s'il vous plait?" By an expressive gesture he indicates the cloaks of the new arrivals, which are getting water on the hardwood floor.

[steveflam]

George looks at the man with distaste, removes his wet cloak and tosses it to the valet, along with a few silver coins. "Will that be all?" he asks with a raised eyebrow to the valet, then turns back to sipping his spirit and observing the gamblers and patrons.

[Nathan of the FoS]

"Merci beaucoup, m'sieur," the young man says, taking the cloak and the coins with big eyes. George is somewhat amused to think he has probably doubled this wretch's weekly wage by his largess.

Taking the cloaks*, he retreats.

*OOC: Presuming Dadrag wants to give his cloak to the servant, too.

[Nathan of the FoS]

"Merci beaucoup, m'sieur," the young man says, taking the cloak and the coins with big eyes. George is somewhat amused to think he has probably doubled this wretch's weekly wage by his largess.

Taking the cloaks*, he retreats.

*OOC: Presuming Dadrag wants to give his cloak to the servant, too.

A young man--a Souragnien native, and one of the upper crust, by his looks and clothing--calls out, "Well, m'sieur, if you want to throw your money away there are more entertaining ways to do it here! Would you care to join us?" He gestures expansively to an unoccupied spot at the gaming table where he sits with two companions.

[steveflam]

"Merci beaucoup, m'sieur," the young man says, taking the cloak and the coins with big eyes. George is somewhat amused to think he has probably doubled this wretch's weekly wage by his largess.

Taking the cloaks*, he retreats.

*OOC: Presuming Dadrag wants to give his cloak to the servant, too.

A young man--a Souragnien native, and one of the upper crust, by his looks and clothing--calls out, "Well, m'sieur, if you want to throw your money away there are more entertaining ways to do it here! Would you care to join us?" He gestures expansively to an unoccupied spot at the gaming table where he sits with two companions.

George looks rather amused indeed at the man, replies rather dryly to him, "Don't you think I would be sitting at a table if I wished to pursue such a waste of my time. What I do with my money is of my concern, not yours. KIndly mind your manners and remove yourself from my presence, before I do" George smiles icily at the man, eyes piercing his. He then turns back to Dadrag whispering loud enough' Are people always so impolite here?" George hands are opening and closing opening and closing.

[Nathan of the FoS]

George looks rather amused indeed at the man, replies rather dryly to him, "Don't you think I would be sitting at a table if I wished to pursue such a waste of my time. What I do with my money is of my concern, not yours. KIndly mind your manners and remove yourself from my presence, before I do" George smiles icily at the man, eyes piercing his. He then turns back to Dadrag whispering loud enough' Are people always so impolite here?" George hands are opening and closing opening and closing.

"Remove ourselves?" the young man repeats incredulously; he starts to stand, and one of his companions grabs him and mutters something in Souragnien. After a brief conversation he seats himself again; he stares blackly at George for a few moments, then goes back to his game.

[steveflam]

George stares back at the young man with th same venom, smiling , his eyes on the young man's. His hand appears on one of his hilts, and he grins at the young man, then gets bored and goes back to observing the patrons. While George is conversing with Dadrag and "relaxing" 4 orbs of dancing light appear above the young man's head and circle and move around, basically drawing attention to the young man and his friends.
Ah humans, George chuckles inwardly. So gullible and fast to act. This boy should learn a bit about life before he decides to threaten someone like me. If he lives long enough that is.

[Nathan of the FoS]

George stares back at the young man with th same venom, smiling , his eyes on the young man's. His hand appears on one of his hilts, and he grins at the young man, then gets bored and goes back to observing the patrons. While George is conversing with Dadrag and "relaxing" 4 orbs of dancing light appear above the young man's head and circle and move around, basically drawing attention to the young man and his friends.
Ah humans, George chuckles inwardly. So gullible and fast to act. This boy should learn a bit about life before he decides to threaten someone like me. If he lives long enough that is.

The young aristocrat swears and stands up quickly, staring at the lights moving above his head; his friends likewise start up and look around, reaching for pistols and smallswords at their sides. A nervous titter spreads across the room at their discomfiture, quickly falling into a silence which contrasts oddly with the easy conversation which had prevailed earlier.

The target of George's mischief stares at him again. "Is this your doing, m'sieur?" he asks loudly.

[steveflam]

George looks at the young man quizzically'Pardon? Oh, you. UM no I am since sitting here enjoying conversation with an acquainatance. Do you always cause such a ruckus and disturb patrons, My Word! As you can plainly see I had nothing to do with that" pointing to the lights who now flicker out. "If there is nothing else, please young sir Id like try to enjoy my stay here without your shenanigans!And be careful with that thing, you may hurt yourself." George turns away and sips his spirits and continues talking with Dadrag.

[Pamela]

Gertrude waited for the maitre d’hotel to turn his attention back to her, then smiled apologetically at his courteous response. “I dislike disturbing her rest, but it is urgent, unfortunately, and confidential.” She reached in her purse to retrieve one of her calling cards, and a tip.

Her attention was suddenly caught up by the magical display, and her eyes automatically turned to Serd, who stood beside the idiot accused of the scene. She stared at the Richemuloise brother, praying that this wasn’t his bodyguard. What a wonderful way to get everyone’s attention throughout the island, she thought to herself about the smug boor. Bloody imbecile…Does he think that anyone is going to believe him, considering his lack of surprise and serendipitous end of the spell? They all know the rules here, and he's an outsider. We'll see how long before he gets evicted, if not lynched...

[Nathan of the FoS]

George looks at the young man quizzically'Pardon? Oh, you. UM no I am since sitting here enjoying conversation with an acquainatance. Do you always cause such a ruckus and disturb patrons, My Word! As you can plainly see I had nothing to do with that" pointing to the lights who now flicker out. "If there is nothing else, please young sir Id like try to enjoy my stay here without your shenanigans!And be careful with that thing, you may hurt yourself." George turns away and sips his spirits and continues talking with Dadrag.

As George speaks the young man's face loses all expression; his companions look at him, worried, and one is about to speak--but is forestalled by his next words. "Very well, m'sieur," he says. "I see that some other outlander wizard must have chosen this moment to announce his presence in this extremely jocular and diverting fashion. I cannot think how I might possibly have associated it with you, especially now that you, obviously an honest man and a gentleman, have disclaimed the action; but I find I do not care to remain in a place where I am subjected to such attentions. Bon soir. Enjoy your drink."

He walks out of the casino; glancing at each other, then at George, his friends follow.

[Nathan of the FoS]

Gertrude waited for the maitre d’hotel to turn his attention back to her, then smiled apologetically at his courteous response. “I dislike disturbing her rest, but it is urgent, unfortunately, and confidential.” She reached in her purse to retrieve one of her calling cards, and a tip.

"If it is urgent..." the maitre d' begins, but his continuation is interrupted by the scene at the bar.

Her attention was suddenly caught up by the magical display, and her eyes automatically turned to Serd, who stood beside the idiot accused of the scene. She stared at the Richemuloise brother, praying that this wasn’t his bodyguard. What a wonderful way to get everyone’s attention throughout the island, she thought to herself about the smug boor. Bloody imbecile…Does he think that anyone is going to believe him, considering his lack of surprise and serendipitous end of the spell? They all know the rules here, and he's an outsider. We'll see how long before he gets evicted, if not lynched...

The maitre d' pales visibly at the scene, glancing between the two principles as if debating the wisdom of intervention; he relaxes slightly as the young aristocrat makes his way to the door, and attempts to catch his attention with a murmured, "Ah...m'sieur Misroi, perdonez-moi..."

The young man holds up a hand and hurries past; his companions follow.