Monsters in the Snow
Aug 18, 2015 20:53:10 GMT -6
Post by Siegfried Aschdenne on Aug 18, 2015 20:53:10 GMT -6
The Border Ice Tavern. It was as fitting a name as one could imagine for the wooden establishment. It was a tavern set in a town very close to the Ilian-Sacaen border. As such it saw it's fair share of travellers both to and from Ilia, and more often than not those travellers were mercenaries. In fact several different bands of mercenaries had wound up in the tavern that day and were having quite the party at that.
Siegfried was there as well, and while he hadn't already downed countless mugs of ale like his fellow mercenaries, he was still in good cheer and continued to sip on his ale. Rolf, a blue haired archer from his own guild, had sat himself beside the blonde mercenary and was on what could only be his fifth mug.
“Come on then lad, you know you wanna,” Rolf goaded Siegfried with a grin as he pointed to a particularly buxom brunette. She was dressed in a garb that pegasus knights commonly wore and was seated at a table with several similarly dressed women. Siegfried had been caught eyeing the brunette with a blush by Rolf, and the archer had done his best to try and convince Siegfried to speak to her.
Ordinarily there was no way the mercenary would do it. While he was far from anti-social, in fact he was quite social, he didn't exactly have a lot of experience when it came to flirting with women. Especially ones as incredibly attractive as that pegasus knight. However Siegfried had been sipping down his fair share of liquid courage. It wouldn't be long before his anxieties were washed away by ale and he'd approach the lady on his own.
“Well...” Siegfried's mind was already set on it. He took one last gulp of his ale and Rolf's grin widened even further. Siegfried wiped his mouth with his sleeve and got to his feet with a smirk. He wasn't drunk, still good on his feet and mostly clear in his head, but he had enough to settle his anxieties after all, “To hell with it. Watch me, Rolf,”
“You got it lad,” Rolf said excitedly. Siegfried strode over to the table of pegasus knights, his heart beating a bit faster as he neared the table. His mind was focused on how he'd start the conversation. Would he just use a casual greeting? Or cut right to the chase and start flirting. Perhaps-
“H-help! Please, I beg of you...”
Perhaps it was not meant to be.
Siegfried was there as well, and while he hadn't already downed countless mugs of ale like his fellow mercenaries, he was still in good cheer and continued to sip on his ale. Rolf, a blue haired archer from his own guild, had sat himself beside the blonde mercenary and was on what could only be his fifth mug.
“Come on then lad, you know you wanna,” Rolf goaded Siegfried with a grin as he pointed to a particularly buxom brunette. She was dressed in a garb that pegasus knights commonly wore and was seated at a table with several similarly dressed women. Siegfried had been caught eyeing the brunette with a blush by Rolf, and the archer had done his best to try and convince Siegfried to speak to her.
Ordinarily there was no way the mercenary would do it. While he was far from anti-social, in fact he was quite social, he didn't exactly have a lot of experience when it came to flirting with women. Especially ones as incredibly attractive as that pegasus knight. However Siegfried had been sipping down his fair share of liquid courage. It wouldn't be long before his anxieties were washed away by ale and he'd approach the lady on his own.
“Well...” Siegfried's mind was already set on it. He took one last gulp of his ale and Rolf's grin widened even further. Siegfried wiped his mouth with his sleeve and got to his feet with a smirk. He wasn't drunk, still good on his feet and mostly clear in his head, but he had enough to settle his anxieties after all, “To hell with it. Watch me, Rolf,”
“You got it lad,” Rolf said excitedly. Siegfried strode over to the table of pegasus knights, his heart beating a bit faster as he neared the table. His mind was focused on how he'd start the conversation. Would he just use a casual greeting? Or cut right to the chase and start flirting. Perhaps-
“H-help! Please, I beg of you...”
Perhaps it was not meant to be.