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    Matvi couldn't help as the two bantered on, the way the deva finished the big man's sentences, stole drinks and played along. It was clear the two were close. To know each others' stories so well, and be such source of comfort. It was nice. Like being let in to see a show, so few were invited...
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    "A pleasant pour, to be sure," the knight turned bartender confessed with a nod, and made himself busy as the two companions went tit for tat. Keeping the bar clean and clear was one of the keys to success, yet he caught the smile before the banter started proper, and Matvi couldn't help but...
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    Matvi smiled at the question. "A regular glutton for punishment, if you offer me a good mystery to solve," he said self assured. Suppose that was why he liked to tend bar. Each patron an enigma unto themselves. Until the right smile, right look, or word teased some story out of them. Course...
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    Matvi but raised his hands at Delilah's suggestion, an expression like warm butter there with the gesture. A little laugh at the mention of them cutting and running. Even Tilda managed a chuckle as she sipped. "You best bet i can catch a pair of salmon this far up the river," Mariel teased. And...
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    "Fair is a bit better than most," Matvi played along. "Scoundrel, or noble, it burns all the same," he skewered a cherry half, just so, with a wooden pick, and laid it into the golden drink. Mariel laughed some at the Sailor's quip. "Have you ever seen the salmon this far upstream?" she asked...
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    Amusement sounded from Matvi's throat, and he dipped his head toward the sailor. "I try," he added, as he bowed. His pour of liquor winding high, then dry as he gave the bottle a flourish of the wrist. He rose, and corked the spirit. Poured the measure into the chamber of a shaker. Grabbed up a...
  7. Matvi Iramene

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    "Suppose you do," Matvi said. His voice smooth as a fine drink, the ever-present crook curled up the corner of his lip. "Why else would we toil as we do, if not bound by some mandate," he near laughed. His hands at work with a little knife, cutting small fruit into smaller pieces. The bright...
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    "Pah, Thom? Thom's at home tendin to his wee one, that sod," The men rattled off in laughs. "Lettin the babe suckle at his teet, no doubt," "Seein to his lady and her needs no doubt," "A regular pa, that one," "Responsible, and well to do," "Alright," Mariel cut. "That's enough of that...
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    A proud nod came from the Medicant. "I rarely do," he confessed with confidence. Mariel couldn't help but giggle some at the enthusiasm, and began a full pour of the dark colored drink. Thick as syrup, and glossy as obsidian it was. "Valen fernet," she said with a pleasant smile, as she set...
  10. Matvi Iramene

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    It was hard to keep the surprise from her face. Brows arched, and eyes wider for the simple answer she received. The smile, sharp toothed and genuine as it was, helped. Infectious too. That happy curl of plum colored lips. Made Tilda smile all her own. Face rosy, and warmth bloomed down the run...
  11. Matvi Iramene

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    "Kingfisher's Dive?" she asked, with a little laugh. Let her eyes watch as Xen sipped from her cup. How the Deva's teeth flashed with the smallest hint of warmth before she put her lips to the glass. Tilda let out a hot breath, and took up her own cup. Drank down the strong drink, and felt the...
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    The Black Cat was bustling. Patrons enjoying their cups. Mariel all smiles and sweetness as she went table to table taking note of what was wanted and felt needed. Crowns, Fists, stories, Deaths in the Afternoon, an ear to listen, if only for a moment. And a quick clean up at the booth by the...
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    Matvi gave Xenovia a smile, and a bow. "Right away," he said, snatched up the coupe and coin, and made ready another Crown. Mariel moved off to take orders from the other patrons scattered about the Cat. Tilda blew a bit of air from the side of her mouth, stirred the bangs of her short...
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    Tilda ruminated as the bar stirred on around her. "Xenovia 'til Tulus has a nice ring to it, I think," Mariel said with a smile. Tilda snorted a laugh. "A proper 'til? More like the Rock will wake from its slumber 'for the blue bloods land any of us lot," Mariel's brow scrunched, and her...
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    A smirk, and nothing more, come the critique. Come the order, and his hands were already around the bottle of some spirit. Clear and bright as the day's light. Mariel gave a laugh to Xenovia's comment. "Had little to do with any of that," she confessed, an eye on the Knight-turned-bartender as...
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    Matvi wore his ever present smile as he gave Maevyth a nod. "My thanks," he said, as his hands swept up coin and made disappear the green vial. Tilda half smiled and gave her glass a little shake. The bits of ice still in the coup tinked soft against its colored walls. "And if I told you I was...
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    Matvi gave a measured bow. "Something sweet then," he said, sure, and turned about to set to his work. Tilda fixed her gaze upon the big Deva. Eyes narrowed with a mischief that crooked the corner of her lips. "Sometimes, it helps keep your name out of certain circles," she tossed back the...
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    A tilt of glass and a clink of ice. Tilda took a drink. Matvi pulled a long necked bottle from a wall rack, some paces from the small gathering of knights. Dusted it down with a rag he had snatched from the bar. "Bout as well as a day goes in the Hold," Tilda offered. Her vowels long and the...
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    Tilda quirked a brow and chuffed a laugh. "Enjoy yourself some entertainment, did ya, Valcheck?" the Dawnling asked as she swirled her drink. Matvi smiled easy. Worked free a coup from its hanging rack. Placed it neatly before his Sanctum fellow. "Still fancy yourself a bit of the red?" he...
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    Art by Sakulkarn Kunasawan "Hear you're handy behind the counter, Syr," Mariel said, as she laid down a crate of spirits. The many colored liquids inside many colored bottles tilt and shift, as their containers rattled gentle to rest. "Bout as handy as you are with brewing?" Matvi laughed...
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