Kalyr: 91 - The Docker's Armpit

Since there's enough daylight left, Zul decides to take the scenic
route down to the tavern where Aldrand and Rataxe's people were having
their meeting down by the docks. She works hard to avoid her usual
streets, and keeps an eye out for tails.  

Nobody seems to be tailing her.

The Docker's Armpit is not one of the cities quietest taverns.  The
sign on the door of the crumbling building reads "Drunk for a
sixteenth, dead drunk for an eighth, straw to lie on free", which
gives a good impression of what sort of establishment it is.  It's not
called "The Knifing a Night" for nothing. 

Two figures stand outside the door, presumably bouncers.  One is a big
man, armed with a menacing-looking club. The other is shorter, with
cropped dark hair and a prominent scar on his forehead. The bigger guy
gives Zul a lecherous look as she approaches.  Neither makes any move
to prevent her going inside.

Even though it's early, the bar is at least three quarters full. The
patrons are overwhelmingly male, entirely human, and by the looks of
them are mostly dock labourers and mercenaries.  She even notices one
or two wear swords at their belts.

She locates Aldrand pretty quickly, in a group with three or four
others, none of whom she recognises.
--
Tim Hall
Weblog: http://www.kalyr.com/weblog
Photos: http://kalyr.fotopic.net/

Kalyr: 91 - The Docker's Armpit

[Zul]

She winks and smiles at the leering bouncer on the way in. After ordering a 
beer, she takes a seat at a table near Aldrand's -- close enough to hear, 
but not in a sneaky way. Hard for a woman to be unobtrusive in this place, 
anyway. When she catches Aldrand's eye, she'll raise her glass and grin.


>From: Tim 
>Reply-To: kalyr+calbeyn@phoenyx.net
>To: kalyr@phoenyx.net
>Subject: Kalyr: 91 - The Docker's Armpit
>Date: Sun, 18 Apr 2004 14:21:02 CDT
>
>
>
>Since there's enough daylight left, Zul decides to take the scenic
>route down to the tavern where Aldrand and Rataxe's people were having
>their meeting down by the docks. She works hard to avoid her usual
>streets, and keeps an eye out for tails.
>
>Nobody seems to be tailing her.
>
>The Docker's Armpit is not one of the cities quietest taverns.  The
>sign on the door of the crumbling building reads "Drunk for a
>sixteenth, dead drunk for an eighth, straw to lie on free", which
>gives a good impression of what sort of establishment it is.  It's not
>called "The Knifing a Night" for nothing.
>
>Two figures stand outside the door, presumably bouncers.  One is a big
>man, armed with a menacing-looking club. The other is shorter, with
>cropped dark hair and a prominent scar on his forehead. The bigger guy
>gives Zul a lecherous look as she approaches.  Neither makes any move
>to prevent her going inside.
>
>Even though it's early, the bar is at least three quarters full. The
>patrons are overwhelmingly male, entirely human, and by the looks of
>them are mostly dock labourers and mercenaries.  She even notices one
>or two wear swords at their belts.
>
>She locates Aldrand pretty quickly, in a group with three or four
>others, none of whom she recognises.
>--
>Tim Hall
>Weblog: http://www.kalyr.com/weblog
>Photos: http://kalyr.fotopic.net/

Kalyr: 91a - The Docker's Armpit

Zul winks and smiles at the leering bouncer on the way in.

"How much", he asks, "Or are you just a tease?".

After ordering a beer, she takes a seat at a table near Aldrand's --
close enough to hear, but not in a sneaky way. Hard for a woman to be
unobtrusive in this place, anyway. She's not the only woman here, she
spots a couple of the working girls, Yula, who usually works the
docks, and Zaskavine, who Zul had always understood hung out in the
taverns of the upper end of town.  There are also one or two
companions or associates of mercenaries, who looks as vicious as the
men. Zul gets some looks, from the women as well as the men.

The beer is sour and watery.

It's not long before she catches Aldrand's eye.  She raises her glass
and grins, but Aldrand doesn't seem particularly pleased to see her.
Eventually he whispers a word in the ear of one of his companions, and
makes his way over to her table.

"So, like a bad coin, you're back", he says.

--
Tim Hall
Weblog: http://www.kalyr.com/weblog
Photos: http://kalyr.fotopic.net/

Kalyr: 91a - The Docker's Armpit

[Zul]
"You be sweet," she purrs to the bouncer as she passes close to him, "and I 
just might be yours for free."

She nods as Aldrand sits down. "Yeah, I can be a real pain in the ass, can't 
I?" She lowers her voice. "Look, I know I got a little bit of whatcha might 
call poor impulse control, but I ain't stupid. I know I'm on your boss's 
list, up? That's why I'm here. I wanna to whatever I can to make things 
right."

"Right now, I've got a couple of tips to help you guys get to the bottom of 
this fire. Not much, but something to go on. But hell, I know that's not 
enough to get me off probation. So, he wants to tax me, he's got something 
he wants done he don't wanna use his own people, you just tell me, and I'm 
there. I'll just say this: I'm worth a lot more to him walking and talking 
than I am face-down in the river."




>From: Tim 
>Reply-To: kalyr+calbeyn@phoenyx.net
>To: kalyr@phoenyx.net
>Subject: Kalyr: 91a - The Docker's Armpit
>Date: Mon, 17 May 2004 17:40:37 CDT
>
>Zul winks and smiles at the leering bouncer on the way in.
>
>"How much", he asks, "Or are you just a tease?".
>
>After ordering a beer, she takes a seat at a table near Aldrand's --
>close enough to hear, but not in a sneaky way. Hard for a woman to be
>unobtrusive in this place, anyway. She's not the only woman here, she
>spots a couple of the working girls, Yula, who usually works the
>docks, and Zaskavine, who Zul had always understood hung out in the
>taverns of the upper end of town.  There are also one or two
>companions or associates of mercenaries, who looks as vicious as the
>men. Zul gets some looks, from the women as well as the men.
>
>The beer is sour and watery.
>
>It's not long before she catches Aldrand's eye.  She raises her glass
>and grins, but Aldrand doesn't seem particularly pleased to see her.
>Eventually he whispers a word in the ear of one of his companions, and
>makes his way over to her table.
>
>"So, like a bad coin, you're back", he says.
>
>--
>Tim Hall
>Weblog: http://www.kalyr.com/weblog
>Photos: http://kalyr.fotopic.net/