Nevaris
Mentioned: Hyseleia
Interactions: [@VitaVitaAR]
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“[color=ccb7e5]Thank you most kindly,[/color]” Nevaris said to the barkeep with a deep smile, tossing coins onto the bar and scooping up the heavy flagon that was nearly as big as his head. He looked into the amber brew; his own practiced smile reflected back at him.

He chuckled to himself. [color=ccb7e5][i]A bit much for me, but it should do the trick.[/i][/color]

He glided past the others at the bar, lingering for a moment on the serpentine figure who monopolized more than her share of space. His gaze narrowed.

[i][color=ccb7e5]Hm… Would she count? No, no. Surely not. Don’t be foolish.[/color][/i]

He shook the errant thought from his mind and began gingerly weaving through the crowd.

The ale sloshed back and forth as he bumped shoulders in the rowdy mass until he finally laid eyes on the crowd that had congealed around the mission board. His gait then shifted from precise to slovenly, mimicking his father’s drunken waddle that always came out during post-hunt celebrations.

“[color=ccb7e5]S-Scuze me, folks, don’t mind me…[/color]” His words slurred together. Convincingly, he hoped. “[color=ccb7e5]Jusht… pashin’ through ‘ere… And… Ope![/color]”

At the last moment as he approached the group, he tripped over his own feet and fell forward in a sprawl, splashing his ale across the backs of three different people who were inspecting the board. 

He faceplanted, then shot upright, rubbing the tip of his nose and groaning. “[color=ccb7e5]Ahhhhh, sweet hells, that smarts! Shorry friends, guesh I’ve had a bit too much to drink.[/color]” As the three adventurers turned their attention from the board to Nev, he looked sidelong at Rylia, who he had just landed beside. He obscured his mouth with his hand and whispered, his tone now composed and playful. “[color=ccb7e5]Now’s your chance. Find us a good one, ‘ey?[/color]”