Private ✪ Stokbon Another Man's Tavern

[Chrys]

WICKED'S REST
Tavern and Funeral Parlor

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❰ Adventurers Guild ❱

Chrys eyed the other man suspiciously as he sat on the opposite side of the table from him inside the much maligned Wicked's Rest Tavern (and Funeral Parlor). After being separated for the past few months, the two acquaintances had reunited once more. It had been a long time since they were civil like this. The God of Rocks wondered whether the other man had been so lucky in his finances that he could make such a play. He wondered what kind of adventures he's had that made him think he could just walk right in and start a deal.

"You want to take over the tavern?"

Chrys brought his hands together in front, with finger-tips touching each other, forming a structure akin to a church steeple. While most people would attribute the steeple hand gesture to a plot being concocted, the massive mountain man was actually brain empty at the moment. He wasn't quite sure why @Altria of all people would want to take over his tavern, especially right after he just pulled in a lot of dough from that stupid yet successful expedition in Zakaden. Chrys was still running high, definitely not dry, on the fortuitous boon of fortune, so there was no real reason for him to agree to that idea. Unless...

"What's in it for me should I agree to give you this tavern?"

Despite appearing neutral on the surface, Chrys was all smiles inside him. He was genuinely curious as to what Altria would say, offer, and felt generally open-minded about any business transactions between them. The tavern was his first business venture, but it hasn't been smooth-sailing. Truth be told, Chrys has had more success with his mining company. It would not be such a great loss, this Wicked's Rest.

 

[Altria]

Altria Windchaser, ready to fly!

Caught on the other side of the negotiation table is Altria, a recent returnee of Terrasphere. He had just came back into this game, and met with an old acquaintance in this bar of his. Wicked's Rest as he called it. He sure seemed wicked enough. But he can't tell him that — he's in a negotiation which favours him and not so much @Chrys himself. So no name calling, not for today at least.

"Yes. I think your beautiful, kind eyes can see that I am a bard. The only place a bard would belong is in front of an audience. A tavern would suffice for me."

Out of many things he has chosen, he chose to be quite a bard. He could've gone for a grisly fighter, or a smart, sharp caster. But hey, he's trying something new this time. However, the drawback is that he doesn't have anything to offer. He's so new that he doesn't own anything other than himself. And Chrys, being a wicked man, wouldn't accept the news so well. Just look at him, plotting something in his head as they speak. But knowing him, he might as well not have anything in his head. It's something he remembers about Chrys.

"Right. You're not getting money. I don't have any. At least not yet. So keep that in mind for the time being. However, I do have my self-proclaimed skills as a bard. I can sing you ballads. Write your adventures as tales. Get you booze. A lot of booze if you wish. A special seat in this tavern. You know deep down in your beautiful, kind heart that you want all that plus doing a humble bard a favour."

 

[Chrys]

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❰ Adventurers Guild ❱

Trying to make a business deal...but at what cost?

Chrys was curious. He had other buyers in the backburner of his mind—a bald-headed wizard who brought an unnecessary amount of paperwork to their first meeting, a lady knight whose dinosaur mount almost ate a pair of customers, a desert priest who spoke more about his god than his proposal, a magitechnician who already had grand plans regarding the tavern's building, a goth noble who had zero plans regarding the tavern, and another adventurer who ended up sleeping with him and then disappearing the very next day, all of whom made better offers than ballads and booze. I don't even drink that much anymore.

"I see."

He took an extremely long sip of his cup of coffee, the strong scent of which wafting from the container to @Altria's youthfully boyish face. Chrys watched his old friend, not unlike a hawk considering whether the mouse on its crosshairs would make for a satisfying lunch. Alas, the God of Rocks had already eaten (see the aforementioned adventurer who disappeared from his bed early this morning) but his curiosity was more than piqued. Well, I'd be leaving Stokbon for Lyrwick permanently anyway, but it would be nice for this tavern to...still be a tavern when I visit every now and then.

As he considered his options, Chrys came to the conclusion that only with the bard will the tavern retain its original purpose. The other buyers all had different plans for it, plans that essentially would see the tavern torn down and rebuilt in another's image. He really had only one option. Shame.

"Well, I hope, if I hand you this tavern, that you won't tear it all down. That would be quite a costly effort for someone with no money. Plus you might get cursed by the angry souls of the improperly handled corpses. Will you change its name?"

Chrys took another sip of his coffee, this time a little quicker than before. He wouldn't mind if Altria renamed the tavern, as long as it remained a tavern, and was curious if the bard had already thought of apt names. He was the creative soul, after all. Perhaps he'd even name it better than Chrys had.