The Nature's Bounty was a small pub, not well known by many of Rhydin's average citizens. Tucked in the outskirts of "Badside", the unmarked and scuffed building didn't do much for presenting an inviting atmosphere to passerbys. Those that dared to venture inside rarely lingered for long, seeing the type of folk that frequented such a dingy place. Scarred and rough looking types that carried more chips on their shoulders than they ought to lazed about inside most of the time, enshrouded in light cigarette smoke and the stench of alcohol.
Adel frequented The Nature's Bounty from time to time, as it was a well known unofficial headquarters of a sort, for hunters. And he, being a hunter of sorts, ventured his way to the pub as he had done so many times before. The smell inside was hardly pleasant, offending his nose as soon as he stepped through the door. It only took a few moments for him to adjust, however, before he grinned and jaunted for the bar.
The barkeep was a strong looking man- weathered, leathered, and aged. His scalp was kept clean shaven, unlike his face, which was home to a thick, bushy mustache. He was mostly human in appearance, save for the fact he towered well over most who frequented the pub, Adel included, and rather than only having two arms as a normal human would? He had seven. Four arms on the left side of his body, and three arms on his right. What skin wasn't covered in bracers, bracelets, or cloth was wrought in scars.
Leaning upon the bar, Adel lifted a hand to salute the barkeep, who currently carried three pints of ale, a lager, and a bottle of warm milk in his various hands. Arching a brow at the sight of the milk, Adel snorted in amusement before turning back to the tender. "Mommy not around to feed you, Ramesh?"
'Ramesh' glowered at the smaller man before turning to set down various drinks in front of the assorted people waiting at the bar, trading them for coin. "I knew it was too good to be true. You not comin' back here no more. I was hopin' you caught the wrong end of a spear in your last hunt."
"Just as charming as ever, I see." Adel flashed a grin before reaching up to gingerly touch at his side. "I nearly did. Quite a few times, in fact. But I kept your love in my heart and pressed on through adversity. It's the only thing that keeps me going sometimes." His tone had become rather serious. Grave, in fact, as he spoke to Ramesh. "That- and mead."
Grunting with lack of amusement, Ramesh turned to snatch a flagon from a shelf then held it beneath a tap as he filled it to the brim, heavy with foam. Said flagon was then slammed on the bar in front of Adel, who quickly offered a couple silvers over for payment. Left to his own devices, he then took up his drink for a sip, making a face at all the foam that tickled his nose. But he knew better than to complain.
Turning coppery eyes upon the rest of the pub, Adel quickly surveyed those within. A spark of recognition lit his features as he grinned to himself. Mead held protectively, he started to weave in and out and about people on his way to a table off in the corner. His usual table, that proved as temporary home to his usual drinking 'buddies'. Without much in the way of greeting or acknowledgment of others, Adel claimed a seat for himself before hefting his flagon up to salute the group.
"Aaye, melamins.*"
*Hail, my friends.
Adel frequented The Nature's Bounty from time to time, as it was a well known unofficial headquarters of a sort, for hunters. And he, being a hunter of sorts, ventured his way to the pub as he had done so many times before. The smell inside was hardly pleasant, offending his nose as soon as he stepped through the door. It only took a few moments for him to adjust, however, before he grinned and jaunted for the bar.
The barkeep was a strong looking man- weathered, leathered, and aged. His scalp was kept clean shaven, unlike his face, which was home to a thick, bushy mustache. He was mostly human in appearance, save for the fact he towered well over most who frequented the pub, Adel included, and rather than only having two arms as a normal human would? He had seven. Four arms on the left side of his body, and three arms on his right. What skin wasn't covered in bracers, bracelets, or cloth was wrought in scars.
Leaning upon the bar, Adel lifted a hand to salute the barkeep, who currently carried three pints of ale, a lager, and a bottle of warm milk in his various hands. Arching a brow at the sight of the milk, Adel snorted in amusement before turning back to the tender. "Mommy not around to feed you, Ramesh?"
'Ramesh' glowered at the smaller man before turning to set down various drinks in front of the assorted people waiting at the bar, trading them for coin. "I knew it was too good to be true. You not comin' back here no more. I was hopin' you caught the wrong end of a spear in your last hunt."
"Just as charming as ever, I see." Adel flashed a grin before reaching up to gingerly touch at his side. "I nearly did. Quite a few times, in fact. But I kept your love in my heart and pressed on through adversity. It's the only thing that keeps me going sometimes." His tone had become rather serious. Grave, in fact, as he spoke to Ramesh. "That- and mead."
Grunting with lack of amusement, Ramesh turned to snatch a flagon from a shelf then held it beneath a tap as he filled it to the brim, heavy with foam. Said flagon was then slammed on the bar in front of Adel, who quickly offered a couple silvers over for payment. Left to his own devices, he then took up his drink for a sip, making a face at all the foam that tickled his nose. But he knew better than to complain.
Turning coppery eyes upon the rest of the pub, Adel quickly surveyed those within. A spark of recognition lit his features as he grinned to himself. Mead held protectively, he started to weave in and out and about people on his way to a table off in the corner. His usual table, that proved as temporary home to his usual drinking 'buddies'. Without much in the way of greeting or acknowledgment of others, Adel claimed a seat for himself before hefting his flagon up to salute the group.
"Aaye, melamins.*"
*Hail, my friends.