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trans_92011-09-05 02:48 pm
gifthasacold) wrote in trans_92011-09-05 02:48 pm
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Out of his element [OPEN]
When he'd first read the word 'tavern,' his reaction was... mixed at best. Master Lord Thom of Trebond had never set foot in such a place, and that alone was almost enough to avoid it, or even to cancel the whole meeting before it ever began.
But he found himself curious, powerfully so, about what the Test that he took in the Tower entailed. Perhaps this Counselor Kang wouldn't have much more information than Lord Bight, or perhaps he would. The man at least did not try to overinflate his knowledge of the subject.
His first reaction upon seeing the tavern was probably incredibly comical to anyone watching him. His face took on an expression like he couldn't believe what he was looking at, mouth slightly open, head tilted to the side. Was that supposed to be a dragon? Who in the world thought that looked like a dragon?
Perhaps the artist had partaken of the fare while he constructed it. That would explain quite a bit.
Thom squared his shoulders like he was walking into battle, not into a place some of the crew would consider to be the best on the ship. He entered the front door and took a moment to look around, gathering himself. Where was this Kang he was meant to speak with?
The mural on the wall caught his attention first, and then his eyes found the bartender, and he spent an even more comical moment looking back and forth between the two, his eyebrows knit in a puzzled expression.
He didn't want to approach the bar - too many people sitting there - but the impossibly tall winged creature behind it was who he needed to speak with. He took a seat on a barstool, his shoulders stiff with tension.
But he found himself curious, powerfully so, about what the Test that he took in the Tower entailed. Perhaps this Counselor Kang wouldn't have much more information than Lord Bight, or perhaps he would. The man at least did not try to overinflate his knowledge of the subject.
His first reaction upon seeing the tavern was probably incredibly comical to anyone watching him. His face took on an expression like he couldn't believe what he was looking at, mouth slightly open, head tilted to the side. Was that supposed to be a dragon? Who in the world thought that looked like a dragon?
Perhaps the artist had partaken of the fare while he constructed it. That would explain quite a bit.
Thom squared his shoulders like he was walking into battle, not into a place some of the crew would consider to be the best on the ship. He entered the front door and took a moment to look around, gathering himself. Where was this Kang he was meant to speak with?
The mural on the wall caught his attention first, and then his eyes found the bartender, and he spent an even more comical moment looking back and forth between the two, his eyebrows knit in a puzzled expression.
He didn't want to approach the bar - too many people sitting there - but the impossibly tall winged creature behind it was who he needed to speak with. He took a seat on a barstool, his shoulders stiff with tension.