Fort Weyr - Gemstone Tavern

The dim lighting by the flicker of candles lining the walls is enough to offer a view of a room decorated in such a way as to be tastefully appealing. Each piece of furniture and decoration is chosen to accent another piece, and so on and so forth, matching and tying the whole room together in a theme that's separate, and yet at the same time unified. Tables line one wall, dimly lit by candles hanging in sconces all along. The bar along the far right wall is made of richly toned mahogany, tooled by a master and polished to shine with the soft glow of wood at its finest.
Candles strategically placed add to the atmosphere, accenting, punctuating. Towards the back is an open fireplace, constantly burning with a bright light, warming the tavern on cold nights and serving as a gathering place for patrons' story-tellings. Across the room, lush pillows and soft-covered floors promote relaxation at ease. Just before the pillows is a long stage, so full of its own vigor and memory - nicks here, marks there, scuffs from footware and other things - that it's possible to imagine the shows put on for the patrons without necessarily seeing the performances.

It is a cold and drizzle day at Fort Weyr and K'drozen, makes his way slowly into the gemstone tavern. The rider not followed by his noraml gaurd as he slips across the tavern to sit at the bar.

There's a bit of a backup at the bar. That is to say, there's a line of people looking impatient and /not/ a line of bartenders — the head of the kitchen appears to be blustering around trying to do everything himself all at once. It's just about when K'drozen gets settled in, though, that there's a small commotion at the door; a familiar medium-height woman with wavy brown hair is rushing in calling out, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm late I'm here I promise I swear what can I get you —" as she ducks behind the bar and pulls her black apron on over her head.

K'drozen looks up and says softly as the bartender rushes by "Take your time, get these fellows first." he sits back and awaits his turn.

"Yep, thanks," Inyri tells K'drozen with a quick wave; she recognizes him, and she knows there's been a lot of scuttlebutt around him — which means her motive is definitely to leave him for last, and that way she can glean information out of him. She's not likely to try and hide that. Six orders and a lot of apologies to her co-worker later, her focus is on the brownrider. "Sorry about that to you too; I feel like I've said that a million times today already! Anyway. What can I get ya?"

K'drozen says softly, "Well I was thinking about startin with a line of shooters." he looks up to her and says, "Been a dry couple of months."

Comprehension dawns in Inyri's expression and she's just as quickly trying to force it away; it wouldn't do to look amused at someone's predicament, would it? "Right," she says, with a knowing nod, "stuck unable to drink for a while, huh? Were you on all the — other restrictions, too?" She may not be a Weyr native, but she does know enough to have a clue that it must not be fun on weyrling restrictions when you've got a weyrmate. She's fixing drinks as she talks, or in this case as she noses: "Because the talk's insane about what you may or may not have done to deserve the demotion, and none of it's really — clear on what actually happened, but if you've got people staring at you," and of course there are people staring, there are /always/ gossips staring at the Gemstone, especially the out-of-towners, "that's probably why."

K'drozen nods and says softly, "Oh yes. Lets just say I was on complete restrictions." he smirks a bit, "I can say exactly what happened. Part of why my restrictions have been lightened but lets just say I had a little conforntation with the weyrleader about some of his descisions…"

It's not just Inyri who leans closer, though Inyri at least has the excuse that she's setting out multiple drinks on the bar before him. The other eavesdroppers, well; they're just doing their thing and metaphorically rubbernecking into the conversation. "That sounds like a total drag, really. Want to tell the crowd what your issues with which decisions /were/, clear the air?" She looks mildly hopeful. The rubberneckers look extremely hopeful, and such is the way of the gossip capital of the Fort region.

K'drozen shakes his head and says, "As I said that is part of the deal that got that white knot off my shoulder. So I can't say much. Lets just say that or my two turn old daughter have not seen my weyrmate in over four months now."

"Wretched," is Inyri's verdict, though this is tossed off lightly in a way that's more customer-service-sympathetic than real-sympathetic. It's true: it seems like a raw deal, and so she's making the minorly put-out face fairly. Then again, she doesn't have the whole story (and just as clearly wishes she did!) and so she can't really say that the demotion itself is wretched, so: "The last bit, anyway. I can't really imagine what it's like to be massively demoted, or having to be a weyrling or anything like that."

K'drozen chuckle and says, "WEll the weryling part was just a joke really. I mean I have been though all the lessons. The part putting me in jail to start though…"

Inyri rolls her eyes, though it's not /at/ K'drozen so much as /with/. "Definitely not a joke," she agrees. "Being put in jail, anyway, though I heard you attacked someone so I mean I guess that's sort of valid …?" Did he attack someone? The clientele are just listening more closely, and at this point people have actually stopped even pretending to be having other conversations. Why haven't they been bothering Jaye for information, considering she's in often? Who knows. "But about the weyrling thing, it was probably the restrictions that were the point more'n anything; did you have to /go/ to the lessons? And how's the shooters — want another drink, or two?"

K'drozen downs the drink and nods, "Yeah I could use a second on." he shakes his head, "I never layed a fingers on anyone. Though I would have liked to.. and might have indicated that fact a bit to strongly."

A second one, a second six; Inyri chooses something in the middle and gives him two more shots. Of what exactly is a mystery, but it's strong, fruity and a little bit sweet. "Try that," she says, brightly. "And — I guess you must have, because for a while people were saying you actually /murdered/ him. Or, I mean. That /someone/ murdered him, nobody was saying who it was."

K'drozen nods and says softly, "I have never killed anyone except in the line. And that was a renegade that marked me first.."

"Awesome," comes out of Inyri's mouth before she entirely processes what it is that K'drozen is saying to her, and then her eyes begin to widen. Soon, they're as large as dinner plates. "Wait, you actually /have/ killed someone at some point? That's wild. I had no idea that, like, killing people happened as a regular sort of thing. Though I guess it's the wing you were in, if I remember right? Search and rescue and get rid of criminals?"

K'drozen nods and says, "Yeah, though they guy wasn't someone I was after at the time. I am not sure why he did it but he tried to put a knife in me."

"That's so — friendly." Inyri's sarcasm comes easy, at least, and she's kind of half-smiling while she speaks. Suddenly the customer load is as small as it had been huge before, and so while she's not mixing drinks she's drying off recently washed glasses and starting to put them away again; people keep just dumping them on the bar, after all. "Happen often?"

K'drozen shakes his head and says, "Not to often, it is why we are armed out there though, somtime they have to happen. Personally I would perfer to take them in instead but.. If it is them or me. Like if I where to run into that Laris guy. Better to put down a rabid canine before it can hurt anyone else.

Between washing two glasses, Inyri looks up to face the brownrider again — in order to have a confused, muddled expression cross her face. "I - yeah, I can't even imagine /having/ to kill people. And I mean. I don't know. It's not like my opinion matters, but /I'd/ want to see Laris /questioned/, more than just killed. How do you know what all he's done to whom and where and how far it reaches otherwise?"

K'drozen nods to Inyri and says, "Perhap. Really the main point of my job was to protect lives. like search and rescue and fire fighting. But I am affrid taking him down is going to come to a fight. If it is a choice between us and him..

"Then that's easier, isn't it? I mean, it decides for you. I'd just. I mean. I'm curious." About everything, apparently; Inyri is well-suited to her position as gossipmonger, even if she does admit to a general lack of credibility over most of what she hears. She's unable to continue talking, though, as a rush comes in, and so K'drozen gets a small smile and, "I'd better go deal with that army of guards," who are all, of course, being loud and shoving at each other and causing a ruckus. Rather like a football team, in fact. "Nice talking to you! Let me know if I can get you anything else!"

K'drozen nods and smiles softly, "I will." he smiles and continue to work on his drink.

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