03-12-2009, 09:05 PM
Don Tazione slowly rises helping the dazed barmaid to her feet. As he does so he reaches behind her neck and carefully removes the small needle to try and minimize the mark left behind. Instead of tossing the needle to the floor he instead holds it between two fingers so as to conceal it. When he feels confident that the barmaid can stand on her own two feet again, he slowly extends out his right arm to greet this man in lavish clothing. When he sees this mans eyes focus on his outstretched hand he casually slides his left arm behind him and reaches under his louse shirt and grasps the handle of one of the few possessions he brought with him to this land; the small dagger he's used to train in hand to hand combat since he was a small boy.
After holding out his hand for a few seconds and realizing this man has no intention of returning the respect showed him, Don Tazione begins to wonder if this man saw what he did with the small needle and laughs to himself at the thought.
"Hello Sire, as I was heading to that table along the back wall, I saw this lovely lady fall so I in turn helped her to her feet". Turning to the barmaid he says, "are you alright my Lady?", she answers with a slow "yes, thank you" and another blush, even deeper then before. Don Tazione gives a small bow as customary in his land upon receiving thanks.
"Excuse me Sire, but I'd like to order my drink now. You're welcome to join me if you'd care to" Don Tazione says as he turns to head to his table, "I'm always open for interesting conversation" he continues. The man doesn't answer him but just continues staring at him with piercing eyes.
Don Tazione tries to take a step and feels himself move forward but after a brief second he finds himself on the same cold stone tile. At this newest of surprises he turns his eyes, the only body part he could move, towards the barmaid who he was beginning to take a liking of his own to and raises an eyebrow in a puzzling look as if asking 'what's this'? Remembering another valuable lesson from his fathers long time friend, Don Tazione slows his breathing in an attempt to in turn slow the poison flowing through his veins. After a minute or two of not being able to move or speak, he realizes it's not poison or some kind of paralysis and turns his eyes to this lavish man he now notices a faint glow around, almost like an aura of the Gods of old he once revered.
After holding out his hand for a few seconds and realizing this man has no intention of returning the respect showed him, Don Tazione begins to wonder if this man saw what he did with the small needle and laughs to himself at the thought.
"Hello Sire, as I was heading to that table along the back wall, I saw this lovely lady fall so I in turn helped her to her feet". Turning to the barmaid he says, "are you alright my Lady?", she answers with a slow "yes, thank you" and another blush, even deeper then before. Don Tazione gives a small bow as customary in his land upon receiving thanks.
"Excuse me Sire, but I'd like to order my drink now. You're welcome to join me if you'd care to" Don Tazione says as he turns to head to his table, "I'm always open for interesting conversation" he continues. The man doesn't answer him but just continues staring at him with piercing eyes.
Don Tazione tries to take a step and feels himself move forward but after a brief second he finds himself on the same cold stone tile. At this newest of surprises he turns his eyes, the only body part he could move, towards the barmaid who he was beginning to take a liking of his own to and raises an eyebrow in a puzzling look as if asking 'what's this'? Remembering another valuable lesson from his fathers long time friend, Don Tazione slows his breathing in an attempt to in turn slow the poison flowing through his veins. After a minute or two of not being able to move or speak, he realizes it's not poison or some kind of paralysis and turns his eyes to this lavish man he now notices a faint glow around, almost like an aura of the Gods of old he once revered.