Vardo glides into the Helm and pauses. He immediately inhales a lungful of stake air tinged with a faint mixture of sweat and ale. Letting the same breath out through his mouth, he allows the briefest of smirks to play across his lips.
This'll do nicely.
After a brief visit to the bar for a beer (one has to keep up appearances), he makes his way up the wooden stairs and positions himself near the edge of the balcony where he can see the goings on below. In his experience, newcomers to places like this tend to get plenty of attention within the first few minutes and then, provided they aren't too out of the ordinary, become almost forgotten. With this in mind, he makes sure to take a large sip of his ale, swipe his mouth with the back of his cuff, and settles in.
After a few moments he pulls out a small piece of paper and makes himself look intent on folding, creasing, and fiddling with it. With his eyes, ostensibly on his hobby, he first reaches out with his hearing; listening intently to those conversations taking place nearby.
After a few more minutes and another, smaller, sip of ale, he begins scanning the balcony and then the taproom floor beneath him trying to glean what he can from appearances. He not only takes in the type of people, but their clothes, mannerisms, accents, and affectations.
OOC:
Tell me how much Vardo spent on an Ale and I'll subtract it from his sheet.
Least perceptive elf ever! It doesn't help that I'm a fool and didn't make it +5 instead of +3. Next time ;)
Last edited Aug 16, 2018 9:13 pm