Sylvie returns to Holdfast

[Sylvie]

On the edges of the south side of Holdfast emerge a small caravan of Kaern. Two, a male and female, follow behind a familiar red-eared and bushy tailed woman. Those who knew Sylvie beforehand can tell its her, but she has some notable changes. A streak of white grows in her hair now, and her eyes are paled, as if she has gone blind.

The two following behind her carry large bundles, all the fixings for a make-shift settlement. They accompany her to the steps of the watering hole, where she dismisses them. Sylvie walks inside and takes a seat. Her eyes scan the room as if she's looking for something.

[Kuromori, Taka]

Taka, noticing that there is an unfamiliar psychic in town, waits a moment before coming into the Watering Hole behind her. She quietly gets herself some food and sits down at the other side of the room, pretending to mind her own business.

[Keket]

shed would be inside the tavern as she be writing something in her book to help past the time shed would look up seeing Sy;vie walk in shed smiled and noded to her as she would go almost fully back but look at her with a corise look on her face still as she smiled

"good evening whats brings you here today? anything i mite be able to help you with maybe? "

(oog to thoses you may have forgotten Kekets eyes are white with black puplies she is not blind but almost looks like it at first fast look if you dont know her)

[Sylvie]

Sylvie takes note of the powerful psychic presence that’s entered the room. After a few moments of waiting, she walks across the rooms and sits at the table with her.

“I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Sylvie, nice to make your acquaintance”

[Kuromori, Taka]

Taka looks up. Her eyes widen slightly as she notices the the kaern's whitened pupils. She quickly diverts her gaze a couple of degrees to the right as not to stare.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Taka." She says, extending her hand for a handshake.

[Sylvie]

Sylvie meets her hand.

“I hope my eyes do not make you uncomfortable mademoiselle.” Sylvie chuckles a little, having been able to vaguely make out Takas response.

“It has been a while since I’ve seen someone who shares my ability, let alone with your...capabilities. I congratulate you, you must train very hard!”

[Keket]

shed would go to fishing writing a swirl into her book as she went to close it  it wouldn't be able to be read as she placed her hands on top of  it as shed  looked at Taka then back beaning kind of binning used to having white eyes herself thinks nothing of it

"its nice to meet you Sylvie  i dont believe we meet before its also nice to meet you also im"

shed take a slight deep breath then  go on a spill of words

"Duchess Keket n’ah Alqa’mar e’Qadir of Tor’Jadin and Sinciput, attaché and daughter of the Lunar Ambassador of Sinciput, Fae Secretary for the Council of Holdfast, Heir of the Crescent Moon, Petal of the Wolf or you can call me  Lady Keket it that makes things easier"

[Sylvie]

“So nice to meet you madam Keket” Sylvie extends her had to shake it

[Kuromori, Taka]

Taka smiles awkwardly upon having her gaze noticed.
"Thank you. There are actually a few of us in this town. Some more powerful than I, some less."

[Sylvie]

“Oui, I’m afraid last time I was in town my visits were short lived. I did not meet many. Are there any in town willing to share their secrets and teach a few tricks? Perhaps yourself? I am eager to begin training again.”

[Kuromori, Taka]

"I could certainly teach you something if you had anything I'd like to learn in return."

[Sylvie]

"I'm sure you can see my psychic powers are not very well developed. The most impressive thing I can do is control the emotions of other, or jump out of the way of attack in an instant. I do have other skills though...is there any skill in particular you are trying to find?"

[Keket]

shed take her hand and shake it and smiled at her

"as you also. you didnt stay long last them you say maybe thats why i didnt meet you yet our past just never corsssed then"

[Kuromori, Taka]

Taka glances at Keket, then back to Sylvie. "Controlling others emotions is something I'd like to learn, although not particularly soon. My main priority at the moment is to build myself a sanctum. I may be interested in other skills as well, particularly combat skills; I'm sure a kaern like you could grapple much better than I, for one thing."

[Pierre]

Pierre can be seen in the dark corner of the inn with a bottle of wine, almost emptied. It looks as though the effects of alcohol have begun. He sits staring into nothingness, deep into thought, until their conversations carry over to his ears. He gives a small smirk while still staring into space. He finished the bottle, leans back and slowly closes his eyes. Some would say he’s passed out, some would say he still listening.

[Keket]

"i know nothing of that but grapple if thats what helps you do things better and help aid me in my medic skill thats also something im looking into learning myself "

saying this looking at pierre and back then to Taka

[Degren Brightforge]

Degren loudly enters the room, his heavy boots slamming against the wooden floors, And throws his gear into the nearest empty corner. He looks about, eyeing the commotion next to the Kaern and frowns; seeing Pierre, he grabs a bottle of whiskey and sits next to his friend.

"Still drinking that swill, eh?' He asks, pouring a large glass of the amber liquid for both himself and Pierre, " how've you faired lately?" He gulps down the drink, and without waiting for a response, asks, "what're they about?"

[Sylvie]

Taka glances at Keket, then back to Sylvie. "Controlling others emotions is something I'd like to learn, although not particularly soon. My main priority at the moment is to build myself a sanctum. I may be interested in other skills as well, particularly combat skills; I'm sure a kaern like you could grapple much better than I, for one thing."

"That depends on how much more power you need. I have a little strength in the grapple, but perhaps we should do a test to see if I am strong enough to teach you?"

[Pierre]

“Your element of surprise is getting better Degren” only opening his eyes when the drink is in front of him. “If I hear right, *hiccup* they’re talking about physic stuff.” He takes a swing of the ale and wipes the froth off his upper lip. “Correct me if I’m wrong here. Arulu are canine breed, dog-like people right? And Kaern are cat-like people. Sylvie looks like a fox, and I mean that in the literal sense” and quietly under his breath “figuratively too” he winks and gives Degren an elbow nudge. “But she’s a Kaern...Foxes are part of the canine family aren’t they?” He goes to take another swig. This time forgetting to wipe the froth off. He stares at Degren, a little intoxicated, waiting for his response.

[Sylvie]

Sylvies ears twitch at the ignorant remarks being made behind her.

“Excuse me a moment, Taka.”

She walks to the Frenchman and lays a hand on his shoulder, and whispers something in his ear. She turns around and sits back at the table with Taka.

[Pierre]

Pierre’s eyes open like a mad man. The froth makes its way around his mouth. He stands up quickly from the table, slightly pushing the table, enough to spill both drinks onto Degreb. As he begins to start screaming and makes his way away from the table and towards the door. Being too intoxicated and his balance way off, his first step trips over his own foot and goes face first into the floor (1 wood, no effect). As soon as he hits the floor, there is no other noise except snoring and an occasional whimper. Froth still barely on his mouth.

[Sylvie]

Sylvie smirks as she hears the commotion behind her.

“Now, where were we?”

[Kuromori, Taka]

Taka stares at Pierre's commotion in what appears to be mix of awkwardness and impatience.
As Sylvie sits back down: "Perhaps an arm wrestle?" She extends her hand again, this time planting her elbow down on the table.

((OOG: Should you choose to accept, grapple 1))

[Vadim Ironstones]

Vadim walks into the Inn, kicking the snow off his boots as he enters.

He walks over to the table where the drinks are usually served, and, finding the day's selection not to be to his liking, wanders off out the other door, mumbling something about potato peeling.

He didn't close either door behind him.

[Degren Brightforge]

Degren, obviously more horrified at the waste of fine hooch, pushes himself up and away from the table, and steps to Pierre. He bends down and grunts as he hauls his friend's snoring body back up and into the chair.

"Now, now, friend. We've just started drinking," he lightly slaps Pierre a few times in the face, and places a newly poured glass of ale under his mustache, "Here ya go, drink- careful now-- there ya go."

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