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(( Firstfall 14, Afternoon, Isabela ))
The couch had been a great buy. With that in mind, Aveline was taking some time this afternoon to go shopping for something entirely different, but with the same shopping partner. At least, she hoped. Isabela may not even be at the Hanged Man. This time she'd check and see if there was a better way to get in contact with her if she was present. She fidgeted a bit before entering the bar, this time she certainly wasn't in her guard uniform, though she still wore a leather shirt that would provide her some protection if someone decided they wanted to try and stick a knife in her ribs.
She had plenty of enemies in town, likely as many as she had allies.
Finally, she pushed through the doors, and walked over to the crowded bar, pushing through some men until she reached the side that Isabela normally placed her rump. She took a spot, and waited. She could just be hanging around upstairs for now. Once Corff had a mind to pay attention to her, she ordered an ale. She was off the clock, and there was no way she'd finish the swill. She just didn't want to loiter without purchase, because that was the kind of person Aveline was.
She nodded to a few locals who smiled her way, people she had helped in one way or another. However, not long after that, she felt eyes on her, and this time they were not so kind.
The man was probably about equal size to her, approaching her with a determination that was lacking. His friends were prodding him in the back, egging him on to start shit. She sighed, placing her hand on her sword hilt, just in case this escalated.
"So the captain o' the guard comes to mix with the swine of Kirkwall." The man seems pleased with himself and it only bolsters him to continue, "You should know you aren't welcome down here, woman. Best get yer ugly ass back to Hightown."
Aveline notices Corff stepping away from the bar as if he doesn't want any part of this little debate, and a few of the servers are definitely keeping a wide berth. "Ugly? Really? That's the best you can do? What are you going to call me a man next? How unoriginal. As for where I'm welcome or not, I don't think that's for you to decide, now is it?"
She stands up, hand still on the hilt, her other flexing as she prepares for this man to try something he shouldn't.
The couch had been a great buy. With that in mind, Aveline was taking some time this afternoon to go shopping for something entirely different, but with the same shopping partner. At least, she hoped. Isabela may not even be at the Hanged Man. This time she'd check and see if there was a better way to get in contact with her if she was present. She fidgeted a bit before entering the bar, this time she certainly wasn't in her guard uniform, though she still wore a leather shirt that would provide her some protection if someone decided they wanted to try and stick a knife in her ribs.
She had plenty of enemies in town, likely as many as she had allies.
Finally, she pushed through the doors, and walked over to the crowded bar, pushing through some men until she reached the side that Isabela normally placed her rump. She took a spot, and waited. She could just be hanging around upstairs for now. Once Corff had a mind to pay attention to her, she ordered an ale. She was off the clock, and there was no way she'd finish the swill. She just didn't want to loiter without purchase, because that was the kind of person Aveline was.
She nodded to a few locals who smiled her way, people she had helped in one way or another. However, not long after that, she felt eyes on her, and this time they were not so kind.
The man was probably about equal size to her, approaching her with a determination that was lacking. His friends were prodding him in the back, egging him on to start shit. She sighed, placing her hand on her sword hilt, just in case this escalated.
"So the captain o' the guard comes to mix with the swine of Kirkwall." The man seems pleased with himself and it only bolsters him to continue, "You should know you aren't welcome down here, woman. Best get yer ugly ass back to Hightown."
Aveline notices Corff stepping away from the bar as if he doesn't want any part of this little debate, and a few of the servers are definitely keeping a wide berth. "Ugly? Really? That's the best you can do? What are you going to call me a man next? How unoriginal. As for where I'm welcome or not, I don't think that's for you to decide, now is it?"
She stands up, hand still on the hilt, her other flexing as she prepares for this man to try something he shouldn't.