La Taverne (KOTF IC Thread)

**Ramses II CP** · 10-12-2009, 05:11

Prince Louis walks into the bar with his retinue. He is very obviously already well into his cups. In a slur he announces,

"Raise a glass to Baron Wood Lacaze! Toast 'is name and you'll drink on me this night! Th' lads an' I will take our usss... ussss... ujuwal table, send over somefin good barkeep!"

With that he plants himself in his customary spot and starts trading loud, crude, and (surely) physically impossible stories with his men about Yvon's sexual prowess during the Iberian campaign.

**ULC** · 10-12-2009, 06:14

The smiling chap that had accompanied Gaetan into the Conseil enters, slides up to the bar and proffers a handful of coin. An low argument quickly breaks out, with the smiling man clearly frustrated, and the barkeep intentionally ignoring the man.

Throwing his hands up into the air, the "smiles" finds himself a seat, and props his legs up on the table, tossing a coin in his hands, and muttering to himself.

**Ramses II CP** · 10-13-2009, 02:01

Prince Louis is too drunk to notice the entrance of de Rethel's man, but one of his retinue has managed to abstain sufficiently to still be paying attention. A thin, calm looking man with a gaunt face approaches the smiling chap and nods before speaking,

"I'm Evrart. Been with the Prince a long time. Having some trouble getting a drink?"

**ULC** · 10-13-2009, 19:50

The smiling man nods, and answers with a slight accent.

"Aye - I need something stronger then French wine! Tonight is horrible - both me and Ricardo, kicked out because Gaetan requires some space. Bloody hell, if you ask me, it would have been smarter to just go out for a night and get smashed, but it isn't his way it appears."

"The name is Bartholomew by the way friend."

**Ramses II CP** · 10-14-2009, 03:59

Evrart gestures to the barkeeep. It is a flat, imperious wave of his hand, a command, ending in the direction of the Prince. The bartender's eyes widen slightly, and he makes a sort of bow. Evrart speaks,

"Anything he has in stock is at your disposal now. The Prince strongly agrees with you I think, only he puts the step of smashing something ahead of getting smashed. In this case the English were the ones torn apart."

Evrart pauses a moment and his eyes unfocus in thought as he continues in a musing tone,

"Half of them spoke French you know. Might've been born Franks even, but they marched under William's banner and that was enough for the Prince, so we cut them. Not a lot, just enough so they'd hope it was all. Then..."

Evrart shakes his head at the memory,

"Wooosh. Off the edge. Screaming, begging, pleading, crying, every sound you could imagine, and they didn't stop after we threw them. Some went begging into the rocks at the bottom, and all the while Louis roared his challenges at them and screamed his fury into the skies. He never looked away, never flinched as they fell."

His eyes return to their focus and his gaze takes on a haunted look,

"Whatever strong drink you're having I'll have the same. The Prince is buying anyway."