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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 5, 2018 17:49:15 GMT
The Pearl is decked out for the city’s great party; any good businessman knows the best time to get money is when everyone is high on alcohol, festivities, patriotism, and other, more tangible opiates. The Pearl has three floors and a basement for storage, the first and tallest of the stories the common room, with food cooking day and night, spirits and wine and ale (for the less fortunate), and gaming tables. The second floor has the girls (and a few boys, Jonarth provided entertainment, not judgement), and he charges either by the person or the room.
The third floor is where the real guests are feted, private games, shows, dances, or simply trysts for those who have spouses who dislike sharing. In the center of the top floor is Jonarth’s main office, its walls thick and insulated from prying eyes and ears.
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Post by The Terror on Dec 5, 2018 18:29:44 GMT
Both sons of House Maltalos are present, though have radically different tastes. The elder and more handsome Laenar is engaged in a very serious game of cards on the first floor, where he takes the opportunity to sneer at almost every newcomer, including occasionally the proprietor.
Naerys, younger and more business minded, is entertaining company on the third floor. He at least took the time to thank Jonarth for his contributions to the festival.
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 5, 2018 18:47:49 GMT
Jonarth takes no apparent offense to Laenar’s disdain; everyone hated the little pissant, and if occasionally small amounts of spirits fortified his drink and made it harder for him to focus on the game at hand then such were the quirks of life. He ensured his finest workers were making Naerys’s time as pleasant as possible, while he watched the tables for any sign of cheating. Only the house is allowed to unbalance the odds at an establishment like the Pearl. And even Jonarth wasn’t crazy enough to actually try cheating Laenar Maltolos. Unless he was being paid to, of course. He looked about for other guests of interest, less preoccupied with spending their money at his establishment.
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Post by Zeleika on Dec 6, 2018 22:34:17 GMT
Zeleika made her way in, she was late for work but really didn’t care. There were too many people outside enjoying the festivities, more then once she had been tempted to open some purses... or throats.
She had bound her hair up and smiled almost prettily at a few people milling around in the inn.
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 6, 2018 22:40:40 GMT
“Enjoy your beauty sleep?” Jonarth asked lazily, leaning back and looking around. “This is why most masters beat their slaves you know,” he drawled out. The thought made him laugh. She’d Kill him twice before he’d ever even figure out which end of the rod to use. “You’re dressed like you need the money today,” he winked.
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Post by Zeleika on Dec 6, 2018 22:46:34 GMT
“I am glad that you approve my outfit.” Z answered. She pulled her skirt a bit higher, exposing a deep scar on her thigh. “This would be desperate to earn you money though, would you prefer that?”
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 6, 2018 22:53:16 GMT
“You should know me better than that, love,” he said, kissing her cheek. “Hows business down the way?” He poured her a drink and held it out.
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Post by Zeleika on Dec 6, 2018 23:03:48 GMT
Zeleika snorted a laugh. “Just grand.” She answered. “Would the answer ever be different?”
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 6, 2018 23:08:18 GMT
“One day the answer will change,” he said, “our plans will ensure that. Just have to be ready.” He looked at the Maltolos fop playing cards. “We have some esteemed guests,” he said cheerily, only his eyes giving his dislike away. “How would you feel about getting back on a boat soon? For a shorter trip?” He asked.
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Post by Zeleika on Dec 6, 2018 23:10:55 GMT
Zeleika leaned on the bar opposite him.
“And where would this boat be going?” She asked, then tipped her head back to take a view of the guests. She wrinkled her nose and sighed.
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 6, 2018 23:39:55 GMT
“We can discuss that later,” he said. “Not among so many...friends.” He leaned back. “You should go make some friends,” he suggested. “You’re so very friendly I feel selfish keeping you all to myself.”
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Post by Zeleika on Dec 6, 2018 23:43:45 GMT
“You have met me before, right?” She asked.
Z took the drink that he had given her and downed it before shaking her hair loose and setting out onto the floor to find some company that wasn’t her employer.
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Post by Mavon Berreos on Dec 7, 2018 0:05:53 GMT
Mavon Berreos arrived at the festival, taking in the sights of the gussied-up pearl and it lavish decor that it had. He had his usual smile on as he took it all in, looking at everything as he strode into the den of the rich and powerful. The apothecary loved festivals like this, it was a lot of business afterwards for curing all the hung over and strung out party goers.
He strode over to get some well made food and drink, a luxury in this part of the world, sad to say.
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 7, 2018 0:29:49 GMT
“Master Berreos!” Jonarth greeted from his spot, waving him to a comfortable seat. “Come on now, you look hungry! Maeve, the best lamb and vegetables and rice for my friend here!” No one stitched up a wound or cleaned a slave half as well as the city medic. As such he was more a VIP than the governor himself as far as Jonarth was concerned. “How does the day find you?”
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Post by Mavon Berreos on Dec 7, 2018 0:58:55 GMT
Hearing his name called, Mavon turned to see the source, his smile growing even brighter, if possible, as he sauntered over, "Master Dabrezzio! So good to see you, my friend!" Mavon said as he took his seat, giving a laugh as he took a load off.
"I've been well. It's been slow for a bit, and a chance to take the edge off is always welcome..." Mavon said, jumping into conversation without seemingly a care as he brushed some of his hair back, "Not that I had much edge to begin with, huh?" He asked jokingly, laughing at his own quip.
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