Corinne
"Timely manner? Please...Sneaky. That's what you are. And that's that. And I refuse to believe otherwise." Corinne smirked. "And it's a laboratory all right. It might even rival Tirarian's set-up. Perhaps a lot more people in there than in a lab, though. In fact, definitely more. Wonder where she's gotten, that gnome."
The table was pulled up to eventually and conversation continued there, the glass of wine arriving and the elf's fingers finding the stem and her swirling the liquid around a little before taking a long drag. It tasted divine, as it always did. Surprisingly so, you'd think a place like that wouldn't know its fine wines.
"It's great to hear business is doing so well for you, old friend. Though I still think you can be a little brutish. Just a little." she gave the red-haired man a wink at his antics, even laughed a little as the liquor slowly, slowly crept, before sitting up a little straighter in her chair. "But 'tis one of the reasons uncle and I adore your company so, lovable barber!"
With nose scrunching a little, ears perking up and attentively listening to the half-elf's now-input, she laughed again, evidently a little less restrained, "Hell be damned, Trafalgar. I still wish to pay for the drinks. And I will. I promise you that, haha!"
"That's amazing though...you want to travel the world? I can't remember the farthest I've ever been..." a distant look took the elf's face, and her nose scrunched a little more as she tried to think, "Probably my parents' land, and some other parts of the country, and that's that."
"...and ooh, Elric, a wager with Miss Evelyn? Juicy, juicy! Today, it was Samuel! Egads, tomorrow, it could be her! And she's such a fine poppy, too..."
Her eyes widened and she almost choked on her drink at Trafalgar's account, with her coughing a little with her hand before her face and eyes watering at how the wine stung her throat, "I...what?! W...urgk..."
It took her a handful of seconds to right herself, and even then traces of water still clung to her eyelids as she gaped at the men in disbelief.
"Elric...you cannot be serious. Trafalgar...you honestly didn't see that, did you? Are you just going on with Elric's whims and fancies? It can't be a ring! Maybe it was a late night...order he had to finish, Benny's horrible with time-keeping, and, and...Good grief...it cannot be true, I refuse to believe it until I see it, and I will not end up seeing it, because Benjamin Smith and I are just. Good. Friends!"
Her voice raised, though she was giggling a little by that point too, an empty glass sitting on the table before her with the bottom splashed in the leftover traces of red. Her cheeks were flushed at the thought, and at the exerted energy that seemed to be put into speaking, and she shook her head violently. "No no no no no. In fact, we can go over to the forge right this second, a-"
She was interrupted by a very, very loud crack of thunder. It almost seemed to knock the sanity right back into her.
"Oh, gods! It...no, it can't be! A storm, at this hour! I...gentlemen, we must be getting home! Don't you see? It...Elric, tell the man! Estermere's storms are the absolute worst! We have to go...I have to go. Elric, Lysander is outside, all by himself, and-and-and..."
Elric quaffed the remainder of his mug of ale. "Well that's certainly a considerable storm brewing out there." He glanced at Traflagar, "It isn't the worst storm I've ever seen. The worst one I recall was when I was a little lad, spry with four years under my belt." Elric got up from the stool and gave a quick bow to Corinne and Tralfagar. "I'll need to continue the conversation with you two later." He smirked at Corinne, "With you about Ben." He glanced at Traflagar, "And with you about the ladies."
He opened up his small satchel as he placed a silver piece on the table. He shut his satchel back, as he then opened the door to the tavern, where he was greeted by a cold and harsh wind, upon exiting the building. "Yes, that's quite the storm." He said, shivering as he rubbed his arms around his torso in a desperate attempt to warm up.
"Coldah thana weetch's wintreh, fros'bittan teet...if'n it wer set ta freeze inna dank pit." He grumbled to himself, much like his Pa would do when the weather got to dreary. "Well I might have just harnessed Pa with that..." He mused to himself. Father should be fine, a bit agitated due to uncomfortable weather, but not in any real situation of worry He thought to himself.
Elric began heading back to the shop.
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