Let's sink another drink

Hear me roar.

If there was one thing he enjoyed more than being on the sea it was telling and making up stories. Scribbling up a few words here and there. Most of the time he randomly started with things that came into his mind in an instant. And other times he used his own experiences to spice his stories up a bit. But it also reminds him of the time at sea. Ever since he was closed in here it kept his mind at ease. And as he licked his lips he continues his story. Seeing the eyes of the servants being pointed at him he grinned and leaned forward towards the castle servants that where so intrigued by the tale his hands resting on the chair.

His liquid golden eyes seemed to light up the room and as he grins heavily he seemed to get even more attention. Not that he put his focus on that. In every tavern it was the same.. women where very easily persuaded around there. But this was different. This was another country with other people. But the stories of the kraken and other beasts always seemed to ’stir’ up curious feelings in people.

“Hoist the colours!”

Where the last words that came from his lips. He grins slowly and brings his story to an climax and then moves himself back onto the chair. Telling stories was a nice way of distraction but it always made your throat very dry and harsh. His voice warm as he raised the glass from the table and makes a toast. Evenings at the castle could instead of what people thought sometimes be more relaxed. A drink here and there and a talk with some other castle inhabitants. But after he had finished the story he turned into himself. Turning the glass from left to right, his bright eyes were mesmerized by the golden liquid that was captured inside the translucent material. Depending on how the light broke on the surface of the drink, the colour changed from a dark and deep ember to a light, almost honey like to gold.

-Devon

Hear me roar.

His story was finished with the last three and most important words. He loved bringing his story to an climax but still leave some space for an open end to continue his stories once people would ask him to do so. And mostly he did. Especially around the borders of Valyria. Everything was so static and pérfect here that people almost never had encountered any type of adventure. And that, was a rather boring life if you asked him so. He lifts the glass and moves it from his left hand to his right hand. Mesmerized by the colors in the candlelit environment they alcohol gave. He grins and takes another sip. Evenings where always good for a drink. Well, every moment of the day was a good time for a drink. Perhaps not in the morning when you are tired and sleepy. But other then that he was often found drinking ale, whiskey and other beverages. But he preferred whiskey. People intend to get a good mood from it and stay very talkative that way. And as his mind lingered on in a clumsy sea of shipwrecks he got ripped out off his thoughts before long. He noticed in the corner of his gold eyes how a stranger had placed himself next to him and makes a statement. "You've been all over the world huh." Perhaps it was true, it could also be false. Who knows? He could be pretty dishonest if you asked him. and you can always expect and dishonest man to be dishonest.  Honestly. It's the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly....stupid.

He grins. That kind of grin that made you wonder if he had anything else on his sleeve. His gaze is turned around towards the guy who placed himself next to him. You could say so.. The glass was raised a little and he takes another sip until it was empty and it was placed on the table again. With the back of his hand he ‘wipes’ away the liquid around his lips. Bard, hand me another whiskey. Double please. And one for my friend next to me. The man nodded slowly as he filled two glasses. Rhys on the other hand had turned himself away from the bar and leaned with his back against it. Slowly a grin on his face appeared again. New here? he spoke towards the stranger with a hint of warmness in his voice.  

Hear me roar.

Rhys could probably be described as rather ‘odd’, dreamy and probably charming to those who were worth it. And right now all of his charm senses where pointed on the princess. Some gem he was not worth touching nor even get close to. The dark haired beauty with the most mesmerising pink eyes he had ever seen. The girl who had infiltrated on the ship were he worked. The girl some people called a witch. So he was left with his dreamy and odd kind of character whilst the girl was not around. Making him realise that it was probably for the best to make up some stories and entertain the other guests or servants with. As he was also entertaining himself with it while he was talking about the adventures at sea. He had been roaming the waters since he was only 18 years old so enough stories to tell if you’d ask him.

But the man who placed himself on the barstool besides him decided it was time to take another path. One which Rhys would gladly walk along.Does the new soldier has a name? he muttered as he turns himself on the barstool towards the man besides him and leans with his arm against the used wood of the bar.

Someone kept me busy. So I haven’t got the time to meet all the new faces around here Rhys added to his question without turning his face away. But he slowly picks up the glass from the bar with his free hand and takes another sip, and shortly after that another one. What keeps you busy, soldier? he asked almost hasty as his fingers played with the glass. mesmerised by the colors of the drink.

The name is Rhys' his smile is crooked and he moves his body back to the front of the bar again. There was an ease of life here, despite the presence on the king and queen close he felt a little more at ease at this tavern then in the halls he once had to clean and the grass he had to sow. Of only the capt'n knew what kind of jobs he would do here the crew and captain would definitely laugh at him.

Hear me roar.

Evenings like these kept him busy. It kept him also from doing stupid things around the castle. Since Robin was busy with her own duties he had to make sure to keep himself as distracted as possible.

The guy introduced himself as Devon and he nodded. Letting the name roll through his mind for a few times. But there were no alarms that ringed. He didn’t knew the name, nor the face that went with it. His mind trailed on to the next words and his gold gaze was pierced on Devon again. Vanaheim... he mutters as he takes another sip from the glass. What is it like in Vanaheim? Besides way too hot and quite sandy. He had heard the stories of the enormous orange deserts and it’s sand storms. Could be quite windy there as well. But he had never visited the place himself. Perhaps it was worth a visit once he got out off this rotten place of a castle. But for now he had to keep his act together and be friendly, yet reserved. Curious but calm as well.

A girl you say. It could be more of a statement then an honest question. But still he could not help it but wonder what girl he was talking ‘bout. But perhaps that was a question for another place and another time.

The pleasure is all mine, Devon. He smiles as his head was pushed back towards the bar again. Perhaps he had to keep him as a friend, or at least an acquaintance. Who knows if he ever needed a guard. At least there would be someone that was quite ‘cooperative.’ Hopefully.

I keep myself distracted, since my fiancee is too busy minding her own business. he simply points out as his face was turned away.

Hear me roar.

Rhys looks up for a few seconds as the musciains started playing their songs again. He grins slowly as he saw some men laughing at each other and wondered what they were actually laughing about. But as fast as he turned his face towards them as fast as he turned it back again.

Sandy, he said. From what he had heard Vanaheim was a desert place. But not as much as Valyria was. The orange tones of Vanaheim made the place somewhat magical, yet deadly. Deadly because of the creatures that were lurking around, deadly because of the dryness the landscape has. For him it did not matter. He was lingering between Rhoynar and Valyria and he was perfect content with that. Right now his main goal was to travel back to Rhoynar again. But .. yeah .. that was quite impossible now.

Men will always be men. Their personal ‘projects’ will be always more beautiful, extraordinary, elegant and so on. Rhys shook his head and a little grin appeared on his face. I don’t think so Devon. he smirks as he tilted his head back and empties the glass. For sure your project cannot be more handsome than a princess of Valyria. he fills his words in as he shuts his eyes back on Devon. Perhaps it was a dare, perhaps it was just making fun of him. Who knows. After all, he was getting a little tipsy from the many drinks that he already ordered this evening.

But as Devon points out that he would probably never see her again he frowns his brow and his gaze was turned towards Devon again.You serious? he aksed a little questionably. Did not ask her name or where she came from? while still curious he let the bard fill another drink for him and let his hand rest around the glass for a while.