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[b]Featuring: [color=1E90FF]Wasun Sjan-dehk[/color][/b]

[b][color=FFD700]Time:[/color][/b] Evening
[b][color=FFD700]Location:[/color][/b] The Tough Tavern
[b][color=FFD700]Interactions:[/color][/b] [color=#035E7B][b]Thea[/b][/color] [@Tae]; [color=E77298][b]Anastasia[/b][/color] [@Princess]
[b][color=FFD700]Mentions:[/color][/b]
[b][color=FFD700]Attire:[/color][/b]
[hider]Plain roughspun shirt (white) and trousers (brown)
Patched, green, knee-length coat
Shoulder- and waist-belts
Old leather boots
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Despite what Cynwaer had said earlier that day, he hadn’t come to the tavern with the intention of causing or even [b]seeking[/b] trouble. He wasn’t an unreasonable man, after all; trouble could wait until his second day in the city, at the very least. Unfortunately for him, trouble had other plans. What had been supposed to be a quiet evening of getting himself acquainted with the city’s happenings turned into him breaking up a fight and disciplining his unruly crew. Suffice to say, that wasn’t at all Cynwaer’s idea of a good time. To say that he had been displeased would have been quite the understatement. 

[b]Fortunately[/b], however, trouble had it in its heart to show him some mercy. Through his misfortune, he found out more about the foreign ship – and her Captain – that had piqued his interest earlier when he first saw it through his spyglass. True, all he got were their names, but it was a start. Besides, this Sjan-dehk seemed to be – arms and armour – a decent enough person. Surely, Cynwaer could wrangle more information out of him through a simple chat. 

Unfortunately, [b]again[/b], the two Captains were rudely interrupted by two young women before they could talk about anything substantial. Cynwaer didn’t drink when they did. Judging by the look of abject confusion on Sjan-dehk’s face, the foreigner was also at a complete loss as to what to do. 

Well, Cynwaer did have something he needed to do. It had nothing to do with the girls, but nevertheless, it was something that had to be done. [color=DC143C]“Oi, lad in ta’ brown ‘at!”[/color] He twisted around in his seat and shouted at the man who had been accosting the girl in the green dress. As expected, the man in question turned and looked at everyone and everything, as if Cynwaer hadn’t noticed him trying to approach the girl even after she had left him. [color=DC143C]“Stop tryin’ ta’ pretend yer nae did a thing, lad. Yer only makin’ yersel’ look e’en more like a proper feckin’ idiot.”[/color]

The man finally got the hint. Turning towards Cynwaer, he pointed at himself. “M-Me, Captain?”

[color=DC143C]“Who ta’ feck else?”[/color] Cynwaer snapped. [color=DC143C]“Yer nae a bright one, are yer? Yer just saw three o’ yer mates get feckin’ tanner like ‘ides on a rack fer gettin’ tae ‘andsy, and yer decide yer want ta’ try yer luck. Yer saw ta’ big’un ‘at fecked yer mates?”[/color] He jerked a thumb over his shoulder at Sjan-dehk. [color=DC143C]“This madman lookin’ like ‘e’s gae’n ta feckin’ assault ta’ castle by himsel’ is ‘is cap’n. What dae yer think ‘e’ll dae tae yer?”[/color]

An amused grin came over Sjan-dehk’s face. He sipped from his mug. [color=1E90FF]“Your crew. Your problem.”[/color]

Cynwaer clicked his tongue. [color=DC143C]“Well, yer nae wrong,”[/color] he groused, then addressed the man again. [color=DC143C]“Look, lad, I’ll make it easy fae yer. I’m in nae mood ta’ deal wi’ any mer o’ this feckin’ nonsense. If yer cannae control yer ane ‘ands, get yersel’ back aboard Recompense befer’ yer dae anythin’ ta’ get yersel’ tanned till yer a pair o’ boots and gloves.”[/color]

The man gulped and nodded so quickly it was as if he would snap his own neck. “Y-Yes, Captain!” He said a little too loudly. “Sorry, Captain. I-I wasn’t myself. I’ll leave right away.”

He made a quick exit.

Cynwaer turned to the girl in green. [color=DC143C]“Dae’n look tae feckin’ thankful, lass,”[/color] he snapped. [color=DC143C]“I did’nae dae it ta’ save yer arse. ‘Twas just a good chance ta’ remind ta’ lads ta’ stay in feckin’ line an’ no gae and get feckin’ arrested fae somethin’ stupid.”[/color] He looked her up and down, not even bothering to hide his gaze. She was young, pretty, and utterly out of place. Not just here, in this specific tavern, but in this entire quarter of the city. She was far too clean, for one, something easily noticeable when just about everyone else was heavy with the scent and grime of labour. And her dress, although of a common enough cut, was clearly made of fabric that a regular person wouldn’t waste on clothes meant for daily use.

But if Green looked as if she came from a different part of the city, her friend – Pink, to Cynwaer – seemed to be of another world entirely. He couldn’t help but smirk as he turned his gaze to her. [color=DC143C]“Look, I dae’n know what ta’ two o’ yer are tryin’ ta dae, but word o’ advice, long gowns an’ ta’ slums dae’n mix. Yer look like a feckin’ clown, aye.”[/color] He shook his head and returned to his drink. These two were more likely than not just nobles looking to have some fun by spending an evening pretending to be a commoner. It was either that, or they were just stupid. Either way, Cynwaer wanted nothing to do with them, and so he ignored Green’s question entirely. 

The sound of an empty mug hitting the countertop reminded everyone that there was still another person present. Cynwaer turned his head and saw Sjan-dehk wiping his mouth with his sleeve. [color=1E90FF]“This drink, it taste like seawater that is boiled,”[/color] the foreign Captain remarked plainly. Cynwaer wasn’t sure if it was meant as a compliment or a very mild complaint. [color=1E90FF]“It is supposed to be that way?”[/color]

[color=DC143C]“Aye,”[/color] Cynwaer replied slowly. [color=DC143C]“Yer nae supposed ta’ drink it like feckin’ water. Gods above an’ below, are yer aw’righ’?”[/color]

Sjan-dehk nodded and shrugged. [color=1E90FF]“Rice wine is stronger. This, more gentle.”[/color]

[color=DC143C]“Aw’righ’ nae need ta’ boast.”[/color]

Pushing the mug away, Sjan-dehk turned to face the two women. A brief look of recognition flashed across his face, but it was quickly replaced by the nonchalance of unfamiliarity. [color=1E90FF]“Cynric is right,”[/color] he said to the one in pink. [color=1E90FF]“Your clothes, it is not…Good? Not practical, yes, not practical for here.”[/color] He paused for a moment, then nodded to both women in turn. [color=1E90FF]“I am Captain Wasun Sjan-dehk. Of [i]Sada Kurau[/i].”[/color]

Cynwaer groaned. [color=DC143C]“Yer lucky our pal ‘ere’s polite,”[/color] he grumbled. True, he could simply just walk away and find a quiet corner of his own, but then he would be giving up a perfect chance to find out more about this foreign Captain, his ship, and more importantly, where he fit in the grand scheme of things as far as Sorian and Caesonia was concerned. And so, with great reluctance, he introduced himself. [color=DC143C]“An’ I’m Cap’n Cynric Fletcher. [i]Recompense[/i]’s my ship. Now dae us a favour and feck off.”[/color]