04-06-2016, 07:42 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-21-2016, 07:54 PM by Swift_Assassin.)
Tania was an interesting city with a interesting history to it. It was one of the first marches to fall to Bern over a century ago, due to it's proximity to the once warmongering country. It served as a gateway out of Lycia to Bern and was a vital territory to hold due to it being a close ride to Pharae, Caelin, Santaruz, and Khathalet. Lennox knew that much, at least, about city as his cousin and himself entered. The pair had been evading Lycian relic hunters throughout their journey. They intended on paying their young cousin Maria a visit in Bern, where she has taken refuge since the Etrurian annexation. "It's getting dark, Len." Standing at a couple heads shorter than Lennox, his cousin Carla had been keeping tabs on him to keep him in check. He'd prefer traveling alone, but Carla never gave him that option.
"There should be a tavern around here. My father apparently frequented it in his youth," Lennox replied, as they walked along. "The Three Wyverns Tavern, if I recall. He had a map back in Ostia of some inns and taverns he liked." What Lennox neglected to tell his cousin was the fact that the list was actually of places he was banned from. Hopefully, they don't think I'm him when we get there. He thought to himself. He saw the sign outside the tavern and the two entered, with the larger Lennox holding the door for his smaller cousin.
Carla stepped in first, in her white shirt with purple collar, purple skirt, and purple knee high boots. If gratuitous amounts of purple wasn't conspicuous enough, there was the also the Sacaen curved blade sheathed on her waist. Then came in the over six-foot tall Lennox. His brown shirt and black pants were plain enough, but the large purple cloak, the long sword at his waist, and the great sword with a very enticing white hilt on his back. Carla felt the eyes upon them immediately, but Lennox ignored them. He picked out a table near some red-armored knight and led the pair to it. He took his greatsword Dyrnwyn off his back, followed by him removing his cloak. He then wrapped up the sword and leaned it against his seat as he sat down. Carla sat down at the seat across from him, her sword still at her waist. "Nice place. Very cozy," Lennox chimed in. "I don't recall seeing a nicer place back in Ostia."
"You were just a kid, Len. I don't think they would have served you back then."
"I don't think they'd serve you if I wasn't here," He joked, both annoying and complementing Carla at the same time.
She just glared at him from across the table. "Are you saying I look really young or are you saying I'm really short?" Lennox laughed the question away. She grabbed a nearby menu and began to peruse it. "This looks pretty pricey. You're paying tonight for that comment."
Lennox nodded in response as he looked at his own menu. A waitress came over and took their order. It was pricey, just like Carla said. But they haven't had a good meal in a while, so the expense was worth it. He noticed how on edge everyone passing them was. In fact, he noticed them reacting to the guy next to them too. Lennox leaned over in his direction. "What's got everyone on edge? We've been traveling the backroads for a while now, so we've been out of the loop."
"There should be a tavern around here. My father apparently frequented it in his youth," Lennox replied, as they walked along. "The Three Wyverns Tavern, if I recall. He had a map back in Ostia of some inns and taverns he liked." What Lennox neglected to tell his cousin was the fact that the list was actually of places he was banned from. Hopefully, they don't think I'm him when we get there. He thought to himself. He saw the sign outside the tavern and the two entered, with the larger Lennox holding the door for his smaller cousin.
Carla stepped in first, in her white shirt with purple collar, purple skirt, and purple knee high boots. If gratuitous amounts of purple wasn't conspicuous enough, there was the also the Sacaen curved blade sheathed on her waist. Then came in the over six-foot tall Lennox. His brown shirt and black pants were plain enough, but the large purple cloak, the long sword at his waist, and the great sword with a very enticing white hilt on his back. Carla felt the eyes upon them immediately, but Lennox ignored them. He picked out a table near some red-armored knight and led the pair to it. He took his greatsword Dyrnwyn off his back, followed by him removing his cloak. He then wrapped up the sword and leaned it against his seat as he sat down. Carla sat down at the seat across from him, her sword still at her waist. "Nice place. Very cozy," Lennox chimed in. "I don't recall seeing a nicer place back in Ostia."
"You were just a kid, Len. I don't think they would have served you back then."
"I don't think they'd serve you if I wasn't here," He joked, both annoying and complementing Carla at the same time.
She just glared at him from across the table. "Are you saying I look really young or are you saying I'm really short?" Lennox laughed the question away. She grabbed a nearby menu and began to peruse it. "This looks pretty pricey. You're paying tonight for that comment."
Lennox nodded in response as he looked at his own menu. A waitress came over and took their order. It was pricey, just like Carla said. But they haven't had a good meal in a while, so the expense was worth it. He noticed how on edge everyone passing them was. In fact, he noticed them reacting to the guy next to them too. Lennox leaned over in his direction. "What's got everyone on edge? We've been traveling the backroads for a while now, so we've been out of the loop."