graysonlangley·:
Grayson carefully conceals a smile at some of the names being rattled off – hey, who is he to judge? He’s walking into the tavern with his own animal entourage, a fox on one side and a big black shepherd on the other. He’s more out of place than someone called Harpoonty. Besides, he lived in the Kestrel Isles for a time, he’s used to the old grizzled fishermen and dock traders.
“Yeah, Archer’s settling in at a place we found to stay,” he answers belatedly. Most of the patrons don’t bother to look up when they enter, but to the few that do, Grayson gives an awkward nod, and settles onto a bar stool that creaks alarmingly under his lanky weight.
Is this where Hira is hanging out now? This broken down tavern?
Wisp and Reshdva settle into a lazy sprawl by the feet of the bar stool, and Grayson looks Hira over, thoughtful. “So what are you up to these days?” he asks, curious. “This, uh… isn’t what I pictured, to be honest.”
hira takes a spot on the stool beside grayson. an old, rough-faced looking man with a few scars approaches them from behind the bar and takes their orders. hira introduces them. geezer, these here are some friends of mine. and the geezer gives them a nod and a vague smile. it’s as much of a pleasant greeting as he ever gives.
hira turns back to grayson. he chuckles a little miserably. it’s not that hira doesn’t love his life at the kestrel isles. hell, he wouldn’t trade it for a comfortable one at the capitol, but he supposes that a life of travel suited him well. he can’t blame grayson for finding it hard to imagine him without a sword in his hands or overflowing with charisma while he convinces an odd group of individuals into adventuring into the unknown.
but this is hira. tired from a day’s work, his clothes wafting off the scent of fish and hair of salty sea breeze.
“ managed to wheedle my old job back at the piers. been getting nothing but the rough work no one wants to do as payback for leaving without telling anyone, but it’s alright. yeah, i missed it. ” he shrugs, then leans back on the stool. hira nods towards the dog. “ your friend ? ”










