Mirage of Illusions (ver. 3.0)

[Perfect Warrior]

Watching the newcomer in slight amusement, the bartender remained silent as he grabbed a small flask and poured out some red wine for the other customer, which then suddenly teleports to the table after being set on a oddly marked slab of stone.

The dark-haired blind man shifted quietly while the pale woman remaine stoically by the door. Footsteps sounded faintly from the second floor, but fell silent in swift moments after.

As the individual with the soup tosses bread pieces at another person, a mini-gryph, bounding suddenly from the staircase toward the front of the pub, catches several pieces of bread to munch before vanishing behind a bar.

[Darksol]

Suddenly a glass filled with red wine releported in front of Darksol it startled him a little bit, because he was watching the new customer that had entered. Darksol picks up the glass and takes a sip. "Hmmm...this is pretty good, how old is it if i may ask?"

[Perfect Warrior]

The bartender's emerald eye flicked over as he responded, "You wouldn't believe if I told you."

Calling to the cook, the bartender asked for a switch in shift and as the cook took on his duties, the man ascended up the stairs silently with the skittering mini-gryph trailing after.

[manaman]

BRISU BAMON

Well, I'm not sure if this is the right place. I've . . . actually . . . just remembered somewhere I'm supposed to be. Never you mind the stout.

(Brisu fumbles a bit and then heads out the door. His agitation was apparent and it seems the man was hiding something.)

[Perfect Warrior]

The silence of the room was intercepted by soft music. Things were slow and but the bar wouldn't take it as a bad sign, it was funded after all by a mysterious benefactor. The tri-color haired bartender wiped down his counter, he and his co-workers unpreturbed by the muffled roar and loud clanking that came from the iron door.

[crissaegrim]

*enters the pub* hellow everyone *chanting* im new here..... *getting near the bartender* milk please.........

[Perfect Warrior]

Welcoming the newcomer with a simple nod, the bartender fixed up a tall glass of milk and slid it to the individual.

The prior man who had held the bartending position returned, but, instead of taking up his post, he handed the current tender and the blind man small scrolls prior to exiting out the front door.

Much silence, but it was hardly noted with the soft song of a hidden nightingale.

[Dark Hero]

Shananagans.

[Perfect Warrior]

The eyes of those who still remained turned to the shadow who had spoken. The bartender brushed the comment off as a random outburst as opposed to an insult, tending to the mini-gryph that dashed around requesting for food.

The blindfolded individual turned toward the voice, but not a hint of emotion was emitted. The sounds of footfalls from elsewhere resounded quietly behind the music that filled the room.


It was not till much later in the day, that the pale-haired bartender returned with a cart in tow. Stacking a number of marked boxes near the bar, which the darker haired bartender hoisted them away into the kitchen, he then took the last few wrapped parcels upstair accompanied by a woman garbed in deepest shade of red.

[senor]

* opens the pubs door*, " hello... bartender, I have a question... have you seen
a man named brisu?", a man asked right after he opened the door. " oh, I apologize for not telling my name first, my name is harley.", harley said happy look on his face. * harley went more inside, and sat down* " so, tell me, have you seen him? I got a big problem with that guy!", harley yelled very angry look on his face. * takes his sharp knife from his waist*.

[Perfect Warrior]

Aside from the sounds of the footsteps from above and the odd rattling from the iron door, the room was peaceful with the background music playing softly. The bartender turns to the newcomer and shakes his head, "I believe the individual by that name has left the pub."

[kdb__1981]

kdb - the hillbilly
Enters and finds a nice private corner of the room takes a seat with his back near the wall. gives a nod to the others, carefully watching them.

[Perfect Warrior]

The bartender, though inexperienced looking, nodded back and went about his duties of keeping the bar section clean. All the while the mini-gryph dashed about, weaving in between the tables and legs of people, agilely avoiding collisions.

The blindfolded man shifted, his shielded eyes panning toward the newcomer incidentally before returning to the stairs, down which a woman with hair the color of absolute darkness and a pale streak of gold appeared. Also blindfolded, but in a transluscent grey fabric, she made her way to the blind man who sat at the table the furthest from the stairs, a cloak of deep red around her shoulders.

Passing the bar, she dropped a small bag of velvet on the table before settling in a chair facing away from everyone to talk in soft tones.

[kdb__1981]

reaches into his pack and pull out some dry meat and offer it to the mini-gryph dashing around at his feet. this little beast makes things interesting here seems to be the only lively thing here.

[Perfect Warrior]

As the mini-gryph dashes by, it takes the jerky-like meat and skids quietly to a stop at the fireplace to gnaw on. The bartender chuckled, "You'll need to pardon his manners as he's incapable of common tongue."

Turning a moment to grab a glass, he swerved back fluidly and added with a nod, "What would you like, Sir. It's on the house."

The woman who had arrived not too long ago rose from her seat when the bartender with the moon-spun hair arrive. Exchanging words, she and he left through the metal door guarded by the pale woman.