Marya caught a glimpse of a small girl, hiding in the corner. Hips swaying, she walked over, thinking of something nice to say, but what came out was:
"Stop hiding. You look weak."
(Wow Marya, that was the nicest thing known to man kind. xD)
She covered her hand with her mouth, trying to cover up a laugh after seeing the waitress slap the Lacht boy. Vozalynn looked down at the table, pretending to be busy with something in her hands.
Vozalynn looked up at the waitress. "I…excuse me?" She wasn't sure she heard her right.
Luna tapped the waitress on the shoulder, "Um, excuse me."
"You look weak. Come out of the shadows and sit down. You're drawing attention." Marya motioned across the room and placed a hand on the girl's shoulder. "Stop hiding."
Rhoan stood up straight, he didn't have much of a temper, but he wouldn't take being so blatantly assaulted for what? Nothing at all! He could feel his cheek reddening from the blow.
"Who was responsible?" He demanded, whirling around looking from customer to customer of the tavern.
(there's a fly in my room and it's super annoying brb)
"Not me," Luna put her hands up as she sat down next to the dark skin and haired elf.
(there's a fly in my room and it's super annoying brb)
(Good luck! Take dat fly down @PuffPoff.)
"Can everyone calm themselves?" Nyir mumbled, already annoyed. She just wanted to kill the dark lord. How hard was it?
Vozalynn was confused. I thought hiding in the shadows wouldn't draw attention… She didn't listen to the waitress, but instead opened her bag and pulled out her notebook. She began sketching the scene in front of her: the angry Lacht man, the waitress, the letter people, and the creeps at the bar.
"Apparently extremely hard," Luna replied to the female elf's question.
Marya sighed and attempted a smile. "You should come out. I don't bite." she chuckled, "At least, I think I don't."
Rhoan turned to the dark elf. She looked lean and strong enough, and it had been her than he'd heard speak of the letter. He peeled his own letter from his vest, which he'd been so rudely prevented of doing a moment ago.
"Is this the letter you were speaking of?" He held it out to her.
She sighed, turning towards the waitress. "Look, I don't want to cause trouble or anything, but I'm not moving. I'm waiting for my group to arrive, then I'll be out of here faster than a hare caught stealing cabbage." Vozalynn used a phrase often used in her town.
(Can I let my character have apple juice in his backpack. Like it’s not that random. Okay, yes it is. But i mean when i have no idea what to say, can I just be like, “Louis got out an apple juice box and sipped it quietly.”?)
(Can I let my character have apple juice in his backpack. Like it’s not that random. Okay, yes it is. But i mean when i have no idea what to say, can I just be like, “Louis got out an apple juice box and sipped it quietly.”?)
(Lol maybe you can order it from the kindly waitress lol?)
"A group huh?" Marya turned around and pointed at the Lacht boy and the dark-skinned girl. "They were saying something about a group and a letter. You might want to talk to them." her face darkened, "Even though the boy is a rude individual."
Nyir peered at the letter. It was the same dark, crude handwriting as her own. She nodded. "That is the same letter. I'm glad to have found at least one ally." She stuck out her forearm. "I am Nyir Heol, warrior of the Elf Tribe in Strothrod."
(Can I let my character have apple juice in his backpack. Like it’s not that random. Okay, yes it is. But i mean when i have no idea what to say, can I just be like, “Louis got out an apple juice box and sipped it quietly.”?)
(Lol maybe you can order it from the kindly waitress lol?)
(Okay. XD He’s going to order 20. And put 19 of them in his backpack. I have decided he will like apple juice. A lot. ._.)