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A LEGEND OF ZELDA ROLEPLAY
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Adelaide had always prided herself on not being one of 'those nobles' who spent their free time in taverns and places of ill repute. She was dedicated to her work, and what little free time she had was often spent training. Another measure of her dedication to what she cared about. But her country had just been at war, and she'd been handed its reigns while her King fought. So tonight was different.
Tonight, Adelaide sat in a corner of a tavern, she'd ordered what this place considered their better ale and honestly she already quite disliked the taste of the fancy drinks of the palace, this really seemed worse. So she sipped at it slowly, hiding the grimace from the taste as best she could.
She'd ditched her uniform of office, had traded it in for something she figured was plain enough; trousers, a plain blouse, boots, and jacket. She'd even found a brimmed hat to pull down slightly over her face, just in case someone might recognize her. Perhaps the most expensive thing on her was her blade, something she rarely parted from, kept in its sheath at her hip.
It had taken the first hour or two, first of wandering the city, and now sitting in this tavern, but the quaintness of the noise and revelry around her had grown on Adelaide. And she was beginning to enjoy herself some.
Pushing the doors of the tavern back, the bell on the string jingled loudly as Kassiel swaggered on through, clad with a cloak and hooded to conceal himself from the outside. As soon as the door closed, he pulled it down as his silver hair draped in contrast to the raven wool. Standing around for a moment as he observed the area, he raised his eyes and nodded. "Tough crowd tonight, eh?" he turned to the bartender before approaching and squatting himself on a stool.
"The usual. Make it five," his ragged voice growled as he flicked a purple rupee down the chipped, knotty pine bar. "Was a rough night, boss. Some of the King's lackeys really don't know when to quit. Had to give them some choice words and... persuade them to fuck off."
He chuckled at the last part as the bartender joined him. Seeming to know the man quite well, the bartender went on to ask him how his evening had been beforehand. Kassiel lowered his head, speaking with a richness that could warm the hearts of swooning women. "We lost another one. Too many damn people are dying in this town, and for what? A bloody wedding? Maybe if the King took a walk around his city, he'd know we're all suffering here."
As the first flagon slid down the bar to his palms, he lifted it to his mouth and downed it swiftly. Wiping the foam from his lips with his arm, he rubbed his face in fatigue. "The King means well, sure. It's his bloody council that won't help. They think they're better than the common people. Find us disgusting," he chuckled. "That's alright. I like the look on their faces when they figure out they're not much better than us."
She had keen eyes when needed, certainly not as good as the Sheikah, but Adelaide knew when to spot a person who was up to no good or enjoyed troubled when they stepped into the room. And the man that stepped into the tavern, all swagger, spoke it in volumes.
One blonde eyebrow quirked up at his words, but Adelaide avoided saying anything that drew attention to her. Tonight was supposed to be enjoyable, a break from all the chaos and trouble they'd had in the past. So instead, Adelaide turned her attention to the mug in front of her, and bracing for the terrible taste she knew was coming, took a deep swig and nearly finished what she had left.
From behind her mug, a scoff makes its way out of her throat before she could stop herself, just catching the veiled words from the bar. Golden brown eyes lifted up, as though to confirm no one paid her any mind.
And in an uncharacteristic act, she lifted the mug back up and finished it. Swallowing quickly enough to avoid that sour taste. With her drink finished, Adelaide leans back in her chair, hat pulled low over her brow and frowning at the stranger at the bar. "Just another criminal, thinking he's better than the rest," she says, voice low and almost dismissive, as though she'd tried speaking it to herself.
Taking another swig from the flagon, he slammed it to the bar the moment it emptied. Taking a deep sigh, Kassiel sunk into the bar and rubbed his face in frustration. "I just don't see any real change. An entire city is blown to bits by the Zoran prince and rather than caring for the survivors, they'd rather advertise a fancy ceremony and feast."
Suddenly, it got a bit too quiet for his liking. Whenever the room came to silence, he knew it was either because of him, or because of someone else. Turning his head over his shoulder to look at the small company within the tavern, he narrowed his eyes.
Most of them were regulars... except for one. "Hmph," he rolled his eyes and turned back to the bartender. "You ever see that lady in here before? Looks a bit suspicious to me, concealing her face with that fancy hat," he chuckled. Turning himself around on the stool, he reclined into the bar, giving a smug gaze at the woman.
"You new around here? Strange for a lady such as yourself to be alone on this side of town."
Adelaide sets the mug on her table with a low and empty thump. She looks at the cloaked stranger from under her hat with a flat expression. Almost as though she hadn't heard him, but she had. And her lips drew together in a thin line as she thought of a reply.
"And what kind of lady is that? Since you seem so observant," she replies, her tone just as dismissive as her last statement.
It didn't surprise her that the city was full of smug criminals, it was not her explicit duty to deal with them, and for that she was thankful. This face she doesn't recognize, and perhaps that spoke better of him than anything. Adelaide stands from the table, and she grabs her empty mug before walking up to the bar, keeping a decent space away from the stranger.
"If the entire night is going to consist of such pleasant company, I'll need more than just the one." she tells the bartender, though her tone has changed to cordial and pleasant, she even gives the man a small smile as she pays him the requisite amount of rupees for a new drink.
As she spoke, he almost considered ignoring her. She definitely looked... much better off than the usual people around here. He scoffed at her comment before turning back to the bartender, grabbing his mug and taking a deep breath. He heard the lady get up from her table and approach as she requested another drink.
He side eyed her before turning his face and looking her up and down. Although she wasn't dressed up, she wasn't very dressed down either. "You look like you're hidin' from someone, aye?" he raised a brow, before his eyes averted to the hilt of her sword. "That's some fine steal ye got there. Where'd you get it? Pick it off a corpse? Save up for it? Or perhaps it was gifted to you?"
His lips met the flagon once more, but he didn't take his eyes off of her. She was way too pretty to just be some commoner. And no lady would have a sword like that unless she had the coin to deserve it. Either she was a thief trying to conceal her identity... or she was a lackey. He didn't really know which was worse.
"Why don't you take a seat and tell me where you come from? You don't look like you're from around here." Whether he meant from Labrynna, or the poorer side of the city was up for debate.
The fresh drink is a relief, even if it weren’t the best tasting drink she’d ever have. It does the job though, and that’s all Adelaide cared about. She sips it slowly, not looking up from under the brim of her hat nor the rim of her cup for some time, until the stranger accuses her of steaking her blade.
“It’s mine, rightfully. If you must know.” She replies, glancing sidelong at him with a sharp expression. “Something like a gift, I suppose, it’s custom.” Her hand falls to the hilt of her blade, palm resting on the pommel but not moving to grab it. It was a fine blade, of course, she’d known it was perhaps too fine for a place like this but she was loathed to be unarmed when walking about.
Adelaide can feel his eyes on her, even as she avoids looking his way as she drinks. Eventually, the itch of his gaze has her sliding back to him with a raised eyebrow, as though to ask what he was looking at exactly. But then he asks her to take a seat, and talk. She debates simply returning to her table, but even this…less than pleasant stranger was better than drinking alone. It was rather sad looking.
“I’m not, not from the city at all actually.” She says simply, sliding onto the barstool easily and resting her elbows on the bar. “You? You seem rather at home.”