"I tried to take care of him." Corinne sighed, her ears even drooping a little as a distant tone crept into her voice, defining the matter as one that wasn't just plaguing her on surface-level. "He can be delicate, but at the same time, he's...well, he's a little overpowering, unfortunately, haha." she chuckled nervously at the hinted tone in the half-elf's voice. Yup, it was her fault he was drink-less. She'd intend on making it up to him as soon as her uncle was settled in.
Conveniently so, they found a kind blonde youth on the stairs who offered his room for them to use, whom she thanked with a nod and a purr in her voice. "Yes, that would really be wonderful. Thank you very much, sir."
The same blonde youth who, again, she was responsible for for being drink-less at that very point in time. Though she actually apologised to him. Though it wasn't too bad that he was drink-less, people were generally a lot more easy to reason with when not drunk to all hell.
She took the key in her hands and hurried up as best as she could, the weight of her uncle really taking its toll like the half-elf had said. He wasn't fat, actually very far from, but a muscular man nonetheless, and muscle weighed in more than fat did. Any day.
Though sometimes she'd trade the muscle for fat; it'd make her life easier by a slight margin if he wasn't as overpowering when she tried to suppress him in drunken fits.
Soon enough, he was settled in bed, tucked in, made as comfortable as Corinne had the chance to make him, before she exited the room and ran a hand through the mess of her hair, pushing her bangs back but having them fall the exact same way again, and giving the man who'd helped her a grateful smile. "Trafalgar? What an interesting name. I cannot say I've heard it before. Alas, half-elves...they're the most peculiar thing, haha. I'd ask how it feels to be one. The thought leaves me quite curious. Perhaps I could understand Sebastian a little better, then. Regardless, it's very nice to meet you too." she took in his features. It wasn't the most immediately obvious thing that he was a half-elf. From a distance, or to anyone who had never seen a half-elf before compared to a full-blooded elf, he'd fit in the elf category just fine. A little more elven than human, she'd guessed, with the tips of his ears just beginning to point. The most interesting thing she'd come to notice was his hair. It was a solid bleached-white colour, and though she'd understand it if his skin was paler, he sported a rugged tan. Showed his outdoor life more than that of a reclusive mage. She'd have to ask about it sometime. Definitely, sometime.
"I would appreciate you keeping an eye on him, very much. It's usually a give or take really, sometimes he's too drunk to come home and I have to beg Mrs Alderberry to make sure he's alright through the night, and sometimes we manage to get him there. He's a much better person during the day, trust me. Very loving man. Oh, have you met Pucksy, by the way? Good man, he is, the owner of this tavern, too."
His offer for a drink was one too good to pass up. Especially since she owed him for...an earlier accident, haha.
On the way down, they encountered the blonde on the stairs again, and Corinne leaned against the railing as the half-elf spoke with him.
It was nice to view the tavern from where she was, high above the chaotic ground floor but still able to see every last inch of it, and if anyone looked up, they'd see her looking right back down at them through glassy blue eyes, and razor-slashed dark hair. And a smile on coral lips.
The crowds that gathered were all interesting individuals of so many different stories, and backgrounds. There were familiar faces, and not-so-familiar faces, and faces-she-hardly-even-recognised-or-knew in the mess.
But it was quaint. As it always was. And the tavern spoke of promise.
Promise of new beginnings. Promise of tying up loose ends.
Promise of reunion.
Promise of ale, and promise of adventure.