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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 [@LavaAlckon], Ariella [@Tpartywithzombi], Kalliope [@Tae], Olivia [@Potter]
[color=peru]Mentions:[/color] 

There was quite the crowd gathering around Lady Charlotte. It was like she had led some sort of charge to keep the darling company. Drake and Ariella had appeared, and more were gathering. Someone whistled for someone to come from the bar? Lady Charlotte was certainly popular.

Stratya was taking a sip of her mead when Lady Charlotte asked about the date. Her eyes and eyebrows betrayed her as she took a deeper swig. She let out a soft groan as she thought about her date with the old man, the pint returning to the table with a soft thud.[color=peru] “Oh, Donal’? Eer..”[/color] She grimaced and leaned back, shaking her head as though to rid herself of a bad taste,[color=peru] “gah, [abbr=that’s a creepy old man, alright. Y’know what he told me?]tha’s a crreepy ol’ man, arrigh’. Y’know wha’ ‘e [i]tol’ me[/i][/abbr]?”[/color]

At that moment, another songstress who had been having herself a grand old time with the rest of the patrons joined their table, plopping herself with drunken recklessness into their booth. Stratya, ever dutiful, ready as she was to let someone in, had positioned herself at the edge, and now found the absolutely stunning songstress in her lap.

[color=peru] “Oh! Is i’ m’ birthday? Or maybe t’ gods send an apology.”[/color] Her hand came easily to rest across Kalliope’s lap as the Captain took another sip.[color=peru] “Mm,”[/color] she stopped herself mid-sip and set her pint of mead down again, shaking her head and grinning at the Lady across from her with a sheepish denial,[color=peru] “tha’s nae wha’ ‘e tol’ me. Ahh..”[/color] Stratya glanced at Kalliope, and offered a brief summary,[color=peru] “[abbr=charity auction earlier today, dates were up for bid, old man named Donald – bleeding Donald, of all things – win my bid. So I take him someplace quiet and nice and -]charri’y auction earrlie’ tahdae, da’es were up f’r bid, old man named Donal’– bleedin’’ [i]Donal’[/i], of all things – wins my bid. So I take ‘im someplace quie’ an’ nice an’ –[/abbr]”[/color]

Stratya took another swig then, trying to wash a taste away that wasn’t in her mouth,[color=peru] “[abbr=the old scunner tells me ‘I follow you’ like that’s not creepy, and come to find out he’s been following me since he saw me find Darryn Fletcher’s remains, like that did something for him]t’ ol’ scunner tells me ‘I follow you’ like [i]tha’s[/i] nae crreepy, ‘n come ta fynd ou’, e’s been followin’ me since ‘e saw me [i]find Darryn Fletcher’s remains[/i], like [i]tha’[/i] did somethin’ for ‘im.[/abbr]”[/color] She gave a shudder and took another sip,[color=peru] “I left ‘im in Pinebrrook, so tha’s ‘ow tha’ went. Yourrs any bet’er?”[/color]