[ The two at the table. She'd seen them and they'd been eyeing her, but she hadn't thought... Well, he's done her a kind turn. So much for not wanting to be indebted to anyone. Alysia shakes her head with incredulity but there is a faint smile on her lips. He's skilled. She can't deny it. ]
We'll find somewhere else for you to go. There are finer establishments that will serve you better ale or rum, if it pleases you. Say the word, and I can find them.
[ She's kept out of the richer sectors for the moment until her fame grows a bit more. The last thing she'd like is to be removed from a tavern before she even has a chance to play. With a glance up at the sky, she nods. ]
If you are. Come, let's go.
[ The rain doesn't particularly bother her but she'd like to keep her dress neat. She avoids the back alleys where she might dirty the hem of her skirt, taking him the quickest route she knows. Her hovel is just that: a flat with two rooms interconnected, partitioned off by a partial wall that obscures the shallow tub she's been given. It's a cheap room but she's made it as cozy as possible with proper blankets and a few candles for lighting, some incense by the window to burn and keep the flat smelling nice. How she manages to carry all of these items around is unknown (she actually has an enchanted bag that stores anything that can fit in it) but it's allowed for small luxuries even when she has little coin. Alysia allows Bucky inside and sets about to lighting the lanterns and candles to bring light into the flat. She also pulls out the bottle of wine she's been keeping and two glasses - the latter of which she's been given by those she rents from. ]
I can get us food from across the street, something simple. Do you have any particular requests?
no subject
[ The two at the table. She'd seen them and they'd been eyeing her, but she hadn't thought... Well, he's done her a kind turn. So much for not wanting to be indebted to anyone. Alysia shakes her head with incredulity but there is a faint smile on her lips. He's skilled. She can't deny it. ]
We'll find somewhere else for you to go. There are finer establishments that will serve you better ale or rum, if it pleases you. Say the word, and I can find them.
[ She's kept out of the richer sectors for the moment until her fame grows a bit more. The last thing she'd like is to be removed from a tavern before she even has a chance to play. With a glance up at the sky, she nods. ]
If you are. Come, let's go.
[ The rain doesn't particularly bother her but she'd like to keep her dress neat. She avoids the back alleys where she might dirty the hem of her skirt, taking him the quickest route she knows. Her hovel is just that: a flat with two rooms interconnected, partitioned off by a partial wall that obscures the shallow tub she's been given. It's a cheap room but she's made it as cozy as possible with proper blankets and a few candles for lighting, some incense by the window to burn and keep the flat smelling nice. How she manages to carry all of these items around is unknown (she actually has an enchanted bag that stores anything that can fit in it) but it's allowed for small luxuries even when she has little coin. Alysia allows Bucky inside and sets about to lighting the lanterns and candles to bring light into the flat. She also pulls out the bottle of wine she's been keeping and two glasses - the latter of which she's been given by those she rents from. ]
I can get us food from across the street, something simple. Do you have any particular requests?