EVENT: Birthday Party

[1000_npcs]

The tavern is curiously more crowded than usual tonight. Perhaps it's the recent influx of travelers who have decided to stay at Budehuc, or the fact that it's a certain squire's birthday, but the barkeep hasn't seen such a big crowd since the days of Nadir's plays. Drowned out by the drunken men's laughter and absurd stories, a small band of musicians can also be heard playing near the stage.

Comments

[latkje]

What can I say? I need to eat, too. [ He says, not eating anything. ]

[esteems]

I hope it's delicious. [ Sarcasm. She can see he's not eating. ]

Just please don't get Borus riled up. I'm afraid him and the others have indulged a little too much.

[latkje]

Hey, I'm not looking to start anything. You know I hate fighting. [ And he's not planning on drinking too much, either, but that can pass without being said. ]

[esteems]

Discretion is the better part of valor, is it?

[latkje]

I'm the very soul of discretion. It's something people look for in a spy.

[esteems]

They also don't normally admit to being spies, or talk about it in public.

[latkje]

You've charmed all my secrets out of me.

[esteems]

No, I'm sure you have dozens more up your sleeve. [ Not trying to pry, of course, but isn't naive enough to think she knows everything about him. ]

[latkje]

Heh. Maybe a few.

[esteems]

Yes. Maybe.

[latkje]

[ He takes a sip of his drink. ]

Other people will always have their mysteries.

[esteems]

Do you believe that everyone keeps at least one thing about themselves secret?

[latkje]

People are big, Chris. No one can be everything they are all at once. And not everyone knows what lies in their own heart.

[esteems]

I'm not so sure... Yun was honest and pure until the end. I like to believe there are more people like her.

But I'm not so childlike either, I know what you're saying isn't entirely wrong.

[latkje]

Not all secrets are dishonest, milady. Sometimes a part of knowing is knowing what people need to hear. Even the spirits mumble.

[esteems]

[ With her arms behind her, she rubs the back of her right hand with her other while contemplating his words. ]

So it seems.

[latkje]

If I got this old without thinking about anything, I'm not sure it'd be worth it.

[esteems]

You're married, that must be worth something, too.

[latkje]

Have you met my wife yet? I get the feeling she's been asking everyone about me.

[esteems]

Of course I haven't. ... Wait. Do you mean to tell me that she's here?

[latkje]

I told you she'd never let me get away with anything.

[esteems]

I-I had no idea..!

[latkje]

Perhaps she's disowned me.

[esteems]

The same could be said about you if you couldn't be bothered introducing her. [ Wonders what kind of a weird marriage this is. ]

[latkje]

I don't keep her in my pocket, you know. She's always running off on her own business. [ And also sleeping. ]