[King's Head Pub] The Art of Imbibing and Conversing (Pescado and Z'kron)

[Janis Windrough]

OOC: Continued from here

TS: 47th of Melora, Season of Winter, Era 1 of the Celestial Mandate, Era XV PF

The night had been moving along quite interestingly. At first Janis was doing nothing more then exchanging words with some random patrons as the night began but now he sat at a table with a Saurid by the name of Pescado who had just taken care of two rabble rousers, formerly of their table, by forcing them into a vomitous fit by some mystic magic.

Not only all this but apparently Janis was beginning to hear things as well. With his most recent sip of ale, Janis had heard a small voice in his ale imploring him not to drink him. This was pretty crazy. Little did he know it was simply his friend Z'kron disguised as a plant having a little fun with him. Pescado suggested that it might be too much drink and Janis thought he was probably right. An embarrassing moment to say the least. "Yes...yea of course thats it. Too much drink. I must be hearin' things..." Janis got a little less shocked and back to being conversational as he continued however. "So you're a practicer of the mystic arts are ya? Very nice sir. I myself am a spellcaster as well. A Druid at that. Here here to us." Said Janis as he instinctively lifted his glass but as he lifted the glass to his lips he remembered that maybe it was time to stop for tonight and quietly set his drink back down on the table. With a shake of his head he continued. "So what brings you here to Jaedaxia Pescado? What sir...is your story?"

[Z'kron]

"What? Do you think I'm not good enough for you? Huh? Huh? Typical. Juuust typical!" A irate female voice cried out from somewhere inside the beerglass. Before Janis's eyes- and only Janis's eyes, this entire setup being quite Janis-centric, the very vague outline of a face in his beer formed; the tiny bubbles highlighting wideset eyes, a broad mouth and an almost completely absent nose. But then it was gone; an appearance so brief that it could easily be mistaken as nothing. And the high pitched squealing of another, notably more male, voice.
"Shut up! Shut up! He's going to drink us!" And then silence.
Z'kron was rather having fun with this.

[Pescado Branch]

"Well, I have come to Jaedaxsssssia for a few reassssssonssssss, one wasssss to visssssit Trident Issssssle, and another... was i thought it might be a ssssssuitable placssssssse to train my sssssskillsssss in myssssssticsssssissssm... Ssssssincssssse I am in my massssster training right now..." he said, taking a sip of his water. As he did, he finished it, and placed the glass down upon the table. "And what might your sssssstory be Janissssss?" he asked, curious himself as to what the man's story was, why he was here, and the reasons he had come to this city...