25th of Ashan, Arc 718
On the 25th of Ashan, Devin Thorn, thief, false fortune teller and self-proclaimed member of one of the Eastern Settlement’s richest families decided to visit Cally’s. He was looking for another source of income besides swindling people. He couldn’t swindle people every trial lest the guards got wind of his activities. Cally’s seemed like the best place to start his second career due to the fact that he had met the owner and hadn’t managed to alienate her (yet). Besides, he had heard that they regularly hired.
The restaurant was a little more exclusive than the places that he usually frequented, but he didn’t care, and he didn’t particularly feel out of place either. He had more than enough confidence for ten noble lords, and he was dressed the part as well, in black pants, a black coat and a fine red shirt, with a hat with a bright red feather on his head and his beloved lute slung across his back. He walked in with a swagger in his step, sat down at an empty table and placed his lute on his lap in order to tune it while he waited for a waitress to arrive.
He did so carefully so that the strings wouldn’t break. His lute was an old lute, with eight pairs of strings rather than the six pairs that his neighbour’s lute that he had learned to play on had had, and it was a bit fickle as far as lutes went. He plucked each string and turned the peg in small increments until he got close to what he thought was the correct pitch.
He was just about to start playing a fast-paced little melody, the kind that people commonly loved to dance to, when a woman with red hair and bright blue eyes walked over to him, a menu in her hand, and said to him in a tone that that seemed quite flirtatious to him, “I’m Trudi, and I’ll be your waitress to-trial. May I take your order?”
“I’d like a mug of ale”, he proclaimed, smirked and added, “Oh, and Faith. I’d also like Faith. Can you tell her that Devin, the lutist is here, and that he wants to inquire about a job? She knows me”, he informed her, wisely keeping the fact that they had only met once to himself. As he said that, he dropped a golden nel into her palm so that she wouldn’t forget to inform Faith of his arrival and hopefully also take her to him faster.
The restaurant was a little more exclusive than the places that he usually frequented, but he didn’t care, and he didn’t particularly feel out of place either. He had more than enough confidence for ten noble lords, and he was dressed the part as well, in black pants, a black coat and a fine red shirt, with a hat with a bright red feather on his head and his beloved lute slung across his back. He walked in with a swagger in his step, sat down at an empty table and placed his lute on his lap in order to tune it while he waited for a waitress to arrive.
He did so carefully so that the strings wouldn’t break. His lute was an old lute, with eight pairs of strings rather than the six pairs that his neighbour’s lute that he had learned to play on had had, and it was a bit fickle as far as lutes went. He plucked each string and turned the peg in small increments until he got close to what he thought was the correct pitch.
He was just about to start playing a fast-paced little melody, the kind that people commonly loved to dance to, when a woman with red hair and bright blue eyes walked over to him, a menu in her hand, and said to him in a tone that that seemed quite flirtatious to him, “I’m Trudi, and I’ll be your waitress to-trial. May I take your order?”
“I’d like a mug of ale”, he proclaimed, smirked and added, “Oh, and Faith. I’d also like Faith. Can you tell her that Devin, the lutist is here, and that he wants to inquire about a job? She knows me”, he informed her, wisely keeping the fact that they had only met once to himself. As he said that, he dropped a golden nel into her palm so that she wouldn’t forget to inform Faith of his arrival and hopefully also take her to him faster.
