[ A go-with-the-flow mercenary specializing in campaigns against Garlean forays or raiding bands - her family are refugees from Ala Mhigo so she's seen a lot of business and cash flow from the liberation effort. Win win!
Shameless flirt, drinks like a fish, rough around the edges. Good boozing buddy though. ]
[It would seem Khamu'wo got a memo about a certain Highlander woman of Empyrean Bellatorum persuasion who was making a mess of herself at the bar. As per usual, one would say. Seeing as no one else had the stones to go and collect her from the Quicksands (or in Zanou'a's case, had the authority to opt out), Khamu'wo finds himself burdened with the task.
Ul'dah is far from his favorite of the City-States, scant times has he graced its streets, especially if he could help it. Now he finds himself walking into one of its more deplorable establishments—at least as far as he's concerned, anyway. It doesn't take long to spot her, not when what might block his vision would only do so if his eyes were firmly planted in his knee caps.
With quiet, yet purposeful steps, he approaches her at her place at the bar, none too sure how deep into her cups she is.]
Ceridwen, 'twould seem you have overstayed your welcome. May we be off?
[Please make this easy for him... he is begging the Twelve here...]
[ Considering how rowdy the patrons in Limsa can be, Ceri's behaving herself remarkably well! Not even one fistfight in the last hour.
But then again she's not a belligerent drunk - she's taken to draping an arm around her nearest barstool neighbour (all comrade-like) to pester them about the nitty gritty of their life. Consider it a form of aggressive hospitality. She perks up at the sound of Khamu'wo's dulcet tones however, glancing over her shoulder where she's got a reasonably handsome Hyur lad cornered. ]
Aw, c'mon. Me and my pal here - [ "Pal". She's probably angling to bed him, in all honesty... ] - were just having a lil' banter! All calm-like, no fuss.
Khamu'wooooooo. It's been a long, hard day. Have a little pity?
[ Lies. She's been drinking for hours. And, judging from how her arm tightens protectively around her victim new friend's shoulders, she's not planning on letting him go so easily. A lot like a dog with a new toy, really. Just with less teeth-baring because Khamu'wo is a nice dude. ]
So toddle on back to the house and tell Lord High Arseprick I'll be back when I'm back, that's all. The hells do I need to come to the mansion for anyway?
[ Not that it's out of character for Zanou'a to be a gigantic bag of floppy dicks just because he can. That smug cat bastard. ]
[While it's true that Ceridwen does not rise his hackles like some of the other members, he's still just as firm with her as he is those who prove far more of a hassle. Call it tough love, if you will!]
Whilst I would love to deliver your message, I am afraid I am already here and I will not leave empty handed.
[For why she must return, well. That could be anyone's guess, as far as he was made aware, she was being rambunctious and needed to be escorted away, but who would find the courage to try to force a drunken highlander woman away for the tap? Not many.
However, Khamu'wo is starting to doubt the claim Zanou'a leveled at him, seeing as she seems to be friendly as ever, and no one seems too bothered by her.]
[ GODSDAMN what's a girl gotta do to score in this desert hell, huh????? Ceri heaves a dramatic sigh, shoulders drooping as she aims her very best puppy eyes at Khamu'wo - all woeful green eyes and thoroughly put-out expression.
(She's so full of shit.) ]
At least let me finish my drink, yeah? I'll even buy you a round while you wait, if you want.
[ Might as well enjoy her last bit of free time while she has it. Alas, no bone zone for her today. ]
It has been a long day. He's been battling wild monsters, was roped into clearing a giant nest of monster spiders (which he hates and is terrified of so his adoptive sister T'quila had to do it for him and has been teasing him mercilessly since), he's been flung about and battered by all manner of magitek monsters while destroying them, Gyr Abania is so unfairly hot in this season, and he has too much dust in his beautiful fur and he just wants a bath. Please.
Felih needs a drink.
The Warrior of Light, drained, flops down next to Ceridwen at the Resistance's unofficial "tavern" in Rhalgr's Reach, and lets his head drop on the counter with a groan.
"Hells take today. What's the strongest and sweetest drink they have? D'you know?" he asks, glancing up at her without lifting his head.
Poor sod. Ceri gives him a faintly amused look, patting his shoulder with one hand since the other is occupied with a tankard of her own.
"Stick your noggin in the lake for a bell or two? Cheaper and better for you."
And coincidentally means more booze for her, not that she's going to admit that outright. She has had several drinks herself, but being a) a career alcoholic and b) somewhat lacking in the self-preservation department, it's going to take the better part of the evening to really get a good buzz going.
"I s'pose you could just flap jaws with one of them dragonmen traders. Fermented shite or not, it'll knock your boots right off."
"Ugh. Don't tempt me- there is so much dust and sand here. Not as bad as Thanalan, but Twelve. Look at my poor fur!" Felih protests, gesturing to his ridiculously fluffy long tail, whose normally vibrant, shiny red and gold coat is dulled by dust.
"I might just dive in for a nap at this rate," he mumbles, before finally catching the bartender's attention and just getting the biggest tankard they have.... filled with wine. When the bartender gives him a look, Felih simply stares him down, takes the tankard, and drinks it in one go without breaking eye contact.
He's stubborn.
Still, once that minor assertion of dominance is taken care of, he looks back at her. "I haven't tried the Buuz yet, which... surprises me. I should probably take the opportunity at some point to try it."
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Ceridwen the Gyre | Hyur Adventurer (LNC)
Shameless flirt, drinks like a fish, rough around the edges. Good boozing buddy though. ]
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Ul'dah is far from his favorite of the City-States, scant times has he graced its streets, especially if he could help it. Now he finds himself walking into one of its more deplorable establishments—at least as far as he's concerned, anyway. It doesn't take long to spot her, not when what might block his vision would only do so if his eyes were firmly planted in his knee caps.
With quiet, yet purposeful steps, he approaches her at her place at the bar, none too sure how deep into her cups she is.]
Ceridwen, 'twould seem you have overstayed your welcome. May we be off?
[Please make this easy for him... he is begging the Twelve here...]
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But then again she's not a belligerent drunk - she's taken to draping an arm around her nearest barstool neighbour (all comrade-like) to pester them about the nitty gritty of their life. Consider it a form of aggressive hospitality.
She perks up at the sound of Khamu'wo's dulcet tones however, glancing over her shoulder where she's got a reasonably handsome Hyur lad cornered. ]
Aw, c'mon. Me and my pal here - [ "Pal". She's probably angling to bed him, in all honesty... ] - were just having a lil' banter! All calm-like, no fuss.
[ COME ON MOM, DON'T BE A COCKBLOCKER. ]
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I find that hard to believe.
[He pats her arm, as if that would get her to un-arm the man.]
I have much to do, so the less we spend arguing over whether or not you can stay here, the better. The answer will not change.
[Does mama cat need to grab you by the scruff?!?!?]
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[ Lies. She's been drinking for hours. And, judging from how her arm tightens protectively around her
victimnew friend's shoulders, she's not planning on letting him go so easily.A lot like a dog with a new toy, really. Just with less teeth-baring because Khamu'wo is a nice dude. ]
So toddle on back to the house and tell Lord High Arseprick I'll be back when I'm back, that's all. The hells do I need to come to the mansion for anyway?
[ Not that it's out of character for Zanou'a to be a gigantic bag of floppy dicks just because he can. That smug cat bastard. ]
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[While it's true that Ceridwen does not rise his hackles like some of the other members, he's still just as firm with her as he is those who prove far more of a hassle. Call it tough love, if you will!]
Whilst I would love to deliver your message, I am afraid I am already here and I will not leave empty handed.
[For why she must return, well. That could be anyone's guess, as far as he was made aware, she was being rambunctious and needed to be escorted away, but who would find the courage to try to force a drunken highlander woman away for the tap? Not many.
However, Khamu'wo is starting to doubt the claim Zanou'a leveled at him, seeing as she seems to be friendly as ever, and no one seems too bothered by her.]
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Ceri heaves a dramatic sigh, shoulders drooping as she aims her very best puppy eyes at Khamu'wo - all woeful green eyes and thoroughly put-out expression.
(She's so full of shit.) ]
At least let me finish my drink, yeah? I'll even buy you a round while you wait, if you want.
[ Might as well enjoy her last bit of free time while she has it. Alas, no bone zone for her today. ]
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Felih needs a drink.
The Warrior of Light, drained, flops down next to Ceridwen at the Resistance's unofficial "tavern" in Rhalgr's Reach, and lets his head drop on the counter with a groan.
"Hells take today. What's the strongest and sweetest drink they have? D'you know?" he asks, glancing up at her without lifting his head.
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"Stick your noggin in the lake for a bell or two? Cheaper and better for you."
And coincidentally means more booze for her, not that she's going to admit that outright. She has had several drinks herself, but being a) a career alcoholic and b) somewhat lacking in the self-preservation department, it's going to take the better part of the evening to really get a good buzz going.
"I s'pose you could just flap jaws with one of them dragonmen traders. Fermented shite or not, it'll knock your boots right off."
Xaela buuz is notoriously strong, after all.
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"I might just dive in for a nap at this rate," he mumbles, before finally catching the bartender's attention and just getting the biggest tankard they have.... filled with wine. When the bartender gives him a look, Felih simply stares him down, takes the tankard, and drinks it in one go without breaking eye contact.
He's stubborn.
Still, once that minor assertion of dominance is taken care of, he looks back at her. "I haven't tried the Buuz yet, which... surprises me. I should probably take the opportunity at some point to try it."