[open] feb catch-all

[heartsbane]

Who: jorah mormont & you.
When: throughout february!
Where: aefenglom, dorchacht, mhysadei.
What: farmer/hunting shenanigans, city errands, quests, etc. open & closed starters.
Warnings: n/a

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— alex.

[heartsbane]

[ ah, the Sly Seadog. what a guilty pleasure you have been for Jorah over the months. he doesn't try to make it a habit to visit often; such a trend would surely look poorly on him. when he does, though, he ensures he makes it worth his time. that was when he lived in the city. now? he feels less ashamed about taking a stop for an ale or three when he is unsure on the next time he'll be traveling within the walls.

the knight's armor clangs as he makes his way further into the bar, taking a seat at a table near the back. he takes a moment to gather his bearings, steel vambraces removed to allow him some comfort while he hopes to rely on the wonders of alcohol for a little while. at the first sign of someone seemingly employed, he'll politely wave in an attempt to grab their attention. that means you, Ms. Alex! say hello to this old bear, because he's offering a warm smile before his voice speaks out, as low and quiet as he can considering the excitement inside the tavern. ]

Good evening, miss. May I trouble you for an ale when you have a moment?

[ if and when Alex leaves, she'll notice him playing with the signet squeezing his right ring finger, a habit he usually has when he begins to grow idle. hmmmmm. ]

[sing_for_me]

[ As infrequent as his visits might be, it was difficult to forget (or not notice) a literal knight in armor. Alex may not know his name, but he was a familiar face. There had always be an air about him that kept her wary, sticking to only going as far as dropping off his orders to him. Maybe it was judgmental of her, but he just seemed like an authoritative presence, someone she should best keep a low profile around.

Which is why it surprises her, to see such a kind smile on his face when he stops her. Her words catch in her throat for a moment, but she eventually nods and returns the smile, albeit somewhat awkward.y ]

Ah--Yes, of course.

[ She starts to step away, her eyes darting to the corner as she catches a glimpse of a shine from his hand. But just as quickly she shakes off the creeping temptation to focus on her work.

It takes a moment to serve the other food she had in hand, but she eventually managed to get the drink he requested. It was quite busy tonight, and as most busy nights, bustling and loud. Some were already quite a few drinks in and not as steady. They start playfully pushing each other around, till one trips and knocks right into Jorah's table.

That startles Alex, but before she can head over to see how they are, she catches sight of that twinkle again, rolling towards her till it hits the tip of her shoe. Lowering herself down, she picks up the ring from the ground, and after a silent moment of deliberation, pockets it. There was something that just felt so right holding it in her hand.

But, she does still approach the armored man, helping him with the table and anything else that might have fallen. ]

Are you alright..?

[heartsbane]

[ he has learned many things in his long-lived life, and patience was a skill he had forced himself to improve upon for a multitude of reasons. if there is a delay in him getting his drink, he understands. servers have the toughest job of all at times, having to force a smile on their face while providing for customers that were normally lost in their own excitement and cared little for the person on the other side of the glass. most dwellers of taverns were shitty enough whilst sober, let alone once alcohol pumped through their veins.

—so it is of little surprise when one of them manage to somehow make the distance to Jorah's table and make a mess of things. no amount of patience would help replace the look of frustration on his face as he helps the drunkard up. the pungent stain of alcohol on his breath as he mumbled something about his table being in the way was distracting enough. between that and the general hustle and bustle of the hole in the wall and he has no clue his hand was lighter than before.

he is none the wiser to the disappearance when Alex reappears, and he quickly replaces narrowed eyes with a warmer expression, hands moving to dust and wipe excess fluids off of his clothes and limbs. ]

Yes, yes. Thank you for the concern. I am afraid to admit I am used to seeing how poor some people are at holding their liquor.

[ he sits himself back down and is about to accept his drink when he finally notices something missing. Jorah inspects his fingers before glancing at the table and eventually the floor. well, that's a concern. ]

Hm. On second thought, I believe I misplaced something. Have you seen a ring? Rather unique-looking, for better or worse. Heavy enough to dent your floor, too.

[sing_for_me]

[ A heaviness that she feels weighing in her pocket and on her conscience. ]

Not..not that I've noticed...I'm sorry.

[ Oh, what a horrible taste that left in her mouth. But was she really sorry?]

Someone may have kicked it--I could look around?

[ It felt like the hole she made for herself was only getting deeper. ]

[heartsbane]

[ Jorah wouldn't be good at his job if he didn't know how to pick up on deceit or misdirection. people often lied whether they meant to or not. most of the time it wasn't with ill intent. he was more curious than anything, and it might be obvious how he chooses his words wisely while his eyes clearly roam over her figure. ]

Oh, no. You do enough around here, miss. I am sure it will show up eventually. Don't you?

[ he offers her another smile, all while taking the ale she had made for him to his lips to sip on. the glass is set down before he stands. if she's worried he might approach, he instead moves to pull a stool out while a hand extends itself towards it. ]

Would you join me? Maybe rest your feet for a moment or two. If anyone asks, we can just say you are charming me for a modest tip.

[sing_for_me]

[ It was like another stab to the heart to hear him be so hopeful, but that greedy, selfish part of her resisted against her conscience.

Her foot does skid an inch back when he stands, a reflexive reaction, but she blinks one, two, three times, when he offers her a seat instead. ]

I--

[ Her eyes flick back and forth between him and the rest of the tavern, as if she were grasping for some kind of excuse to go. But the ring kept her anchored on the spot, his kindness despite his loss reeling her in.

Quietly, she takes the seat, both hands on her lap as she looks over at him again. ]

I..don't think I'm very good at being a conversation partner.