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[color=peru][center][h2]Stratya Durmand[/h2][/center]
Time:[/color] 2nd Ignis, Evening
[color=peru]Location:[/color] Tough Tavern
[color=peru]Attire:[/color] [url=https://pin.it/5yhq8PwRC]Fine Dress[/url]
Boar Mantle of Spring Hunting - head’s at home, the bulky thing
A Dirk - strapped in, strapped down
[url=https://i.imgur.com/8bpbDCb.jpeg]Swordbreaker[/url] - strapped in, strapped down
[color=peru]Interactions:[/color] Charlotte [@princess], Drake [@Lava Alckon], Ariella [@Tpartywithzombi]
[color=peru]Mentions:[/color] 

In previous years, she’d been otherwise occupied and out of the capital at this time. Duties had called her to travel, but this year was different. The Knight-Captain, since returning from her auctioned date, had spent some time patrolling (read: pub crawling), starting near the castle and working her way gradually out. It was in this way that she found herself at the Tough Tavern.

In all honesty, though, that had been the plan all along. If she was connecting the dots her men reported correctly, this was a good place to watch. There wasn’t any guarantee that anything would happen today, but that would be fine, too. She could just enjoy Drunkard’s Day, then. That [i]would[/i] be nice..

She suspected the odds of a relatively peaceful Drunkard’s Day slimmed when she spied Charlotte Vikena entering the bar. Not because she was particularly sinister, no, but trouble did seem to follow the lass. Poor thing. Stratya leaned back, nursing some of the mead she’d started supplying Ol’ Toughy with. Thinking, thinking. Charlotte seemed lonesome, sat in a booth in the corner, all by herself. No way to spend Drunkard’s Day.

Stratya sourced herself another pint before hers was completely done and excused herself from the table of singers she’d gathered, taking both pints away with her.

With a saunter, she approached Lady Charlotte’s seat, all smiles and drunken bliss,[color=peru] “[abbr=ooh, there’s a familiar face]ooh, therre’s a familiarr faaace~, hello~ daarrlin’![/abbr]”[/color] She set the pints down, the full one in front of Charlotte, the other.. had she meant to put it across? It was rather centered. Maybe she wasn’t paying that much attention to the details. Her expression changed,[color=peru] “[abbr=ahck, now that I’m moving around, I’ll, eh… return shortly]ahck, nao tha’ I’m movin’ rround, I, eh.. rreturrn shor’ly.[/abbr]”[/color] She seemed disappointed, maybe [i]mildly[/i] frustrated, but she had to excuse herself as quickly as she appeared.


When she returned, more familiar faces had appeared![color=peru] “[abbr=Aye, more's the merrier, ain't it! I'll get you both a pint, ain't that right keen.]Aaaye, more’s t’ merrierr, ain’ i’! I’ll ge’ ye bot’ a pin’, ain’ tha’ reyt keen, ey.[/abbr]”[/color] She turned to the bar and called[color=peru] “ooye”[/color] while she held up two fingers. Then, with a certain drunken grace (it was like she’d done this before or something), she slid herself into the booth where she’d supposedly set her pint, across from Charlotte, then dragging it across the table to herself and having a sip.[color=peru] “[abbr=What fine company to have a Drunkard's Day with, nae better.]Wha’ fyne comp’n’y tae have a Drrunkarrd’s Dae wit’, nae bet’er.[/abbr]”[/color]

The Knight Captain didn’t get too settled just yet. She was ready to stand and let someone into the booth, to take the more ready position of the aisle seat herself.