IC Tavern Thread

[AussieGiant]

A woman dressed in a tight-fitting but smudged bliaut nearly runs out from the tap room holding a large wooden mug full of frothing dark beer. She slows as she approaches Duke Arnold's table, tucks a stray curl behind her ear, and sets the mug in front of Arnold. She smiles at him and glances quickly at his reports.

Ah, I see you read! Can't imagine looking at hen scratches like that and making sense of them.

Glancing up from his reports Arnold face turns from a scowl to a more neutral expression.

He surveys the women in front of him for signs of a deliberate insult before finally deciding to continue as if there was none intended.

Yes, I can read, although the writing is not mine so I can't take credit for the scrawl in front of me.

Most of my advisors are captains and not classically trained.

What is your name?