The doors to the Shady Corner creak open and a figure steps forward into the light. The figure is revealed to be a blind folded Empyrean, a sword rests at his hip. He scans the bar slowly, searching for someone. With an air of confidence the Blinded Empyrean makes his way to a far table and sits patiently.
The Blind Empyrean looks in the direction of the sound. He chuckls to himself slightly.
"Yeah. I followed a Storm In." He pauses for a moment, cocking his head to the right. "Human?" He says, pausing again. "A magic user..." He mumbled quietly to himself. "and..." The Empyrean raises an eyebrow "oh..." He says suddenly.
The Empyrean raises a fist in the direction of the human. "Solas. Solas Farseer. You're a member?"
Atasatch looks down and says. "I guess the smell must really be getting pronounced." Atasach readjusts and looks to the seer. "I am Atasatch of the Red Meadow, I am one of the deputies of this town. And the um.." Atasatch clears his throat. "The resident werewolf"
Zenphere laughs in a low voice from a nearby table. "Yes, he is indeed the werewolf of town. Cough cough.." Zenphere stands up. He has black parted hair with a short ponytail in the back. He has a short beard. His hair is grayed, he wears a crown and a blue cloak. He also wears a black vest, a white tunic, and black pants for clothes. He also wears a white breastplate with gold trim and a red star in the center. Around his neck he wears a simple golden ring. "My name is Zenphere, son of Zeldera, former king of the city of Zanardine." He smiles at the blindfolded Empyrean. "Welcome to Jastrey. You don't see many Empyrean's around here. If I may, why do you wear blindfolds?" Zenphere asks, taking a seat infront of the Empyrean.
Pendrad finishes the customary Wild Hunt greeting by pounding his fist into Solas' then furiously wiggling his fingers.
"Indeed brother, new as you to town as well so I can't tell you much other than there is another member of the Hunt here that I have met already."
Zanna sits on the far side of the tavern eyeing the new character curiously. She looks him up and down and realizes he is Empyrean. She thinks to herself, this maybe my best bet to learn more of my half-breed. She walks cautiously over to the group of friends and nods to Atasatch and listens in on the conversation of friends with much interest, mainly out of curiousity.
She then taps the man lightly on the shoulder, "Excuse me, but who are you?" she asks smiling lightly.
Solas accepts Pendrad's Greeting. "Another member hm? I must meet him. Perhaps he can tell me more of this town."
Solas looks at Atasatch almost sympathetically, "I meant no offense by it. I've never met a werebeast."
Solas turns to Zephnere, his eyebrow cocked. "Im not familiar with Zanardine. As far as other Empyreans go, well... we are few and far between. As far as my blindfold goes... A long time ago I was told that my eyes can deceive me and not to trust them..." ((OOG That's 1, Scott)) His voice trails off. "Im not sure if other Empyreans sought the same training as I did."
Solas notices the tapping on his shoulder. He turns and smiles lightly. "Hail. My name is Solas, and you are?"
Somewhere under the blindfolded empyreans table the unmistakable chorus of curses and grumbling is heard to the tune that could be none other than a dwarf waking up from a drunken stupor. Blisdon takes him a moment to stand up and compose himself, pulling a piece of sticky red candy out from within his beard and eyeing it incredulously, squinting hard at the strands of his beard that were ripped out along with the curiously sweet piece of confectionary before carelessly sending it sailing across the tavern with a nonchalant flick.
"Aye pendrad, I didn't know ye could handle your booze almost half as well as a true dwarf! yer alright lad, yer alright by me....Cept my stomache's killin' me. It feels like ol' Dhuroscht 'imself is in my belly fightin' to be free."
Blisdon paused for a second, noticing he was surrounded by other people who were far less hungover than he was, his eyes wandering to the blindfolded empyrean as he squinted his eyes carefully at the lad. Waving his hand inches in front of the Empyreans face as he stroked his own beard with deep contemplation.
"We'll I'll be, The two more in the hunt showin' up in this small little town within a day O' eachother...oh...that's no coincidence." Blisdon sighed, giving up all attempts at sobriety for the day as he raised his tankard high in the ale to signal the barkeep that he needed to hop off the wagon as quickly as dwarvenly possible before glancing back at pendrad and the Empyrean "That's fate."
Solas Smiles. "Greetings Zanna. It's nice to see another one of my race." He says turning his head as if to look at eveyone. He looks back to her. "you're a long way from home. Arent you?"
Solas's Expression drops at the word "Fate." He stares off for a bit before cocking his head and smiling. "And Fate, as they say, conquers all. You must be the other member that the human mentioned. Pleased to make your acquaintance." Solas Extends his fist with a smile.
Blisdon nods in agreement with the empyreans words as he chases away his pounding headache with a cool pint of tavern ale. "Aye lad, that it does." Grumbles the dwarf as he bumps fists with the fellow huntsman, Twiddling his fingers in between his as per ancient tradition.
"I'll have fill you in on all that I've observed inside these town walls, but until then enjoy yourself a nice pint of ale and make yourself some friends! Avoid those in the red and white tabards however. They are far more interested in cleaving your head in two should you give 'em the opportunity."
"The names Blisdon, by the way. I'm the one to come to when you're in dire need to expert medical attention, don't let my looks fool ya'! Ya might be all...flimsy and blind but I haven't met a body yet that I couldn't patch back up." boasted Blisdon as he finished off the first of what was sure to be many alcoholic beverages for the day as he stumbles around the tavern, squinting his eyes to locate his new human friend despite the aftereffects of heavy drinking clouding his head.
"Pen- Oi pendrad, Ya seen what I did with mah' boots last night? I can't remember where they went after I started dancin' and...and...were we...they wen't somewhere. I know they wen't somewhere..."
Solas chuckles at Zanna's question. "I suppose I am."
He turns to Blisdon. "Pleased to meet you Blisdon. I would love to hear more about this town at a later date, and I will be sure to keep in mind that you're my healer."
He scans the table again. "Could one of you please order me a drink?" He smiles widly. "I'll have whatever the dwarf is having." He says with an almost challenging tone.
A weary Tregard enters the crowded tavern. Vomit and fairy poo stain his rumpled clothing. He searches for an empty seat away from the other townspeople but only spies one in the midst of Blisdon, Atasatch, and two newcomers. He makes his way over to them and asks "Is this seat taken?"
Recieving no reply, Tregard retreats to the tavern's buffett table. He gathers three fried chickens, a lager and some white bread. He leaves the Shady Corner and searches for a quiet place to gather his thoughts.
Pendrad, passed out with his head in his arms, stirrs from his comatose state on the tavern table by cracking his rune covered knuckles and stretching his arms as he notices the new face in the tavern. He sensed something was amiss with the man in the blindfold and walked over to investigate. Pendrad stops right infront of the traveler and deeply inhales taking inventory of the various smells but one in particular stood out.
"Smells like you came in with a storm."