The First Brunch. (open)

[Arthas Malick]

11th Candling of Brightening 25 of Pontius, Spring, Era XIV PF

Darkness. Nothing. Fullness of emptiness. This was what Arthas felt as he awoke. His senses came through one by one. First his hearing. He heard the calls of men. The noise of the hustle and bustle of the streets pierced through the room. Men yelling, women scolding, and children playing. All sounds of an active city forced itself to Arthas. Then his sense of smell. At first, all he smelled was his own stench. The smell of mold, grease and sweat. In otherwords the smell of a man. Then another smell came. A familiar smell. A smell which Arthas has not sniffed for a long, long time. The smell of warm food. The auroma of cooked meat flowed through room and as it did, Arthas' sense of taste came through. His tongue drooled over itself as if it would open up its own mouth and start eating. Then touch. He felt the comfort of his bed, as he compared it to sleeping on the ground. The softness of his single pillow on his head. Then he felt a common feeling. A roar. His stomach grumbled in hunger. He felt his face in heat. Not burning but refreshing heat. The sun went through the window to shower itself on Arthas. Slowly, Arthas opened his eyelids. The sun pierced through and he had to look away.

"Good morning." Arthas whispered to himself.

He got up and picked up his belongings, making sure he left nothing in the room incase it burns down, which now included the key to his room. He walked down to the tavern. There he found himself a table and waited for a waitress. He waited for awhile but a waitress came nevertheless. He ordered a prime steak and some water which he would pay for after he was satisfied. The waitress nodded and moved onto the next table to take the orders of others leaving Arthas alone. Arthas looked around but nothing seemed off of the normal. Men wailing as they waved their mugs. There were people playing cards on one table as a bard prepared for his show on the next. Arthas closed his eyes as he tried to meditate. He shoved out other senses and concentrated on one thing. Silence.

[Valanthia L'Evienne]

Valanthia was hungry.

Well, hungry and bored. The problem with coming to a city specifically for the purpose of obtaining something that had to be custom-made was that you then had to wait around in said city for the people making your item to finish making it. Which is why Val was here in Vortex with nothing much to do, at least for a cycle or so.

And so she walked into the tavern. Umbrosus laid down by the door; he was a massive white canine, something that looked vaguely like a wolf, and Val tried not to take him into places of business if she could avoid it.

The half-vysstichi girl looked around for a place to sit. Even though it was the morning, the establishment was fairly full. There was one available place, at the next table over from where a man was sitting who looked like he was either concentrating hard or very, very tired. She crossed the room to that spot, pulled the chair out, and sat down quietly. Her mind was on what she wanted to eat. A roll, maybe, and a drink of water.