[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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[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.