The evening had started out great. He had gotten into another duel with the man Delroy who seemed to be climbing the swords rank latter pretty quickly. Their match from the previous night having been one of the best duels Artemus had taken part in, in quite some time. Though this duel was decidedly shorter, the druid had had fun all the same. The man was a good duelist and had a very good sense of humor, not to mention he knew that while dueling, though some attacks may be underhanded they were not always malicious.
Things around the arena seemed to carry on with that feel good vibe for a time before he made a trip to the Red Dragon Inn. It was here that things got truly interesting. En route to the bar he was flagged down by Kyndra who was engaged in conversation with another woman. Adjusting his direction, Art made his way over to them, offering a smile and a nod to Kyn as she asked the other woman, called Danae, if she had met him before. Offering the woman a bow and a gentle smile, he introduced himself, telling Danae it was a pleasure to meet her. Snagging up a free chair, he spun it around in his hand to sit straddling the seat, arms crossed over the back of it. Seeing this both women looked at him with amused smiles. He sat off to the side of them for simple reasons, when two good looking women are sitting together talking, their men are hardly ever far away. However in the case of Kyndra he knew that her relationship with Tass was not overly serious with the circumstances behind Spike?s ?condition?. Though Artemus didn?t? know the whole story, he understood enough to understand that the old dragon would not be looking to get into a serious relationship so soon. If the druid understood the dragon?s mind half as much as he hoped, Tass was just seeking comfort and solace to help him deal with the pain. The younger Kurgen understood this way of coping all too well.
Watching the two women for another long moment and understanding what those looks meant he just smiled thinking to himself. ?I get into enough trouble without trying, not going to get into a predicament for sitting in between them.? More than likely having read his mind, Kyndra turned to him with a playful grin and a raised brow. ?Now how can we get you into trouble?? A soft laugh rippling out from him, Art merely shook his head and stood up, his legs straddling the chair. Stepping over the piece of furniture, he moved over to sit between the two women as they scooted over to make room for him to settle in.
They spoke of many things for a time before Des and and Gav made and appearance. While he was happy that Des was moving on and trying to create great memories to help her deal with Jean?s death, he did not entirely agree with how quickly she had gotten engaged?no more than a week after her husband?s death. It was something write out of a Shakespearian play; But it was not his place to say anything. How others deal with pain is their own affair. Koyliak had once said to him in their first duel over at the Outback, ?different folks, different strokes?. The more he watched those around him, the more those words shone with a wisdom he appreciated all the more.
As the night wore on he ended up returning to the Arena as Des had to suit up and get ready for her shift. It was at this stage of the evening when things took a decided turn for the depressed.
Things around the arena seemed to carry on with that feel good vibe for a time before he made a trip to the Red Dragon Inn. It was here that things got truly interesting. En route to the bar he was flagged down by Kyndra who was engaged in conversation with another woman. Adjusting his direction, Art made his way over to them, offering a smile and a nod to Kyn as she asked the other woman, called Danae, if she had met him before. Offering the woman a bow and a gentle smile, he introduced himself, telling Danae it was a pleasure to meet her. Snagging up a free chair, he spun it around in his hand to sit straddling the seat, arms crossed over the back of it. Seeing this both women looked at him with amused smiles. He sat off to the side of them for simple reasons, when two good looking women are sitting together talking, their men are hardly ever far away. However in the case of Kyndra he knew that her relationship with Tass was not overly serious with the circumstances behind Spike?s ?condition?. Though Artemus didn?t? know the whole story, he understood enough to understand that the old dragon would not be looking to get into a serious relationship so soon. If the druid understood the dragon?s mind half as much as he hoped, Tass was just seeking comfort and solace to help him deal with the pain. The younger Kurgen understood this way of coping all too well.
Watching the two women for another long moment and understanding what those looks meant he just smiled thinking to himself. ?I get into enough trouble without trying, not going to get into a predicament for sitting in between them.? More than likely having read his mind, Kyndra turned to him with a playful grin and a raised brow. ?Now how can we get you into trouble?? A soft laugh rippling out from him, Art merely shook his head and stood up, his legs straddling the chair. Stepping over the piece of furniture, he moved over to sit between the two women as they scooted over to make room for him to settle in.
They spoke of many things for a time before Des and and Gav made and appearance. While he was happy that Des was moving on and trying to create great memories to help her deal with Jean?s death, he did not entirely agree with how quickly she had gotten engaged?no more than a week after her husband?s death. It was something write out of a Shakespearian play; But it was not his place to say anything. How others deal with pain is their own affair. Koyliak had once said to him in their first duel over at the Outback, ?different folks, different strokes?. The more he watched those around him, the more those words shone with a wisdom he appreciated all the more.
As the night wore on he ended up returning to the Arena as Des had to suit up and get ready for her shift. It was at this stage of the evening when things took a decided turn for the depressed.