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A tavern with good beer, pretty waitresses, and not too bad food. It's made of rocks polished to a beautiful shine, though in a place like this by the end of the night the shine is usually dulled by beer splashes and puke stains.

Kairi came up, wearing casual simple brown clothes. Guy's clothes, so she attracted some attention. She didn't mind. She ordered a heavy drink and flopped onto a barstool.

It had gotten to the point where she didn't even care if people looked at her. They would have looked at her sister if she had been here, anyway. So Andraste wore the armor specific to females, not even bothering with the unisex. In all honesty, it was just too much trouble to get into. And with this, all she had to do with slip on the light leather corset and attached sleeves, then the pants and tall boots. And of course the half skirt thing on one side. It was maybe a half a foot at the base where it was onto her belt, so it wasn't too big of a hassle. She never bothered with the cloak. The only people that really did were newbies and posers. The people were used to her presence here after training, and she didn't even have to ask for her beer before the mug was placed in front of her. The redhead didn't smile, but she nodded at the bartender and passed over enough money for two of her drink. She had saved the bartender's daughter once and didn't have to pay, but sometimes after a long day it felt good to be kind and generous. Not that she did it every day by any stretch of the imagination-- she wasn't kind enough not to pay for what she didn't have to.

((I'm sorry, I'm too tired to post that long.))

Kai looked at the girl sitting next to her. She'd seen her around. Kairi was too antisocial to have talked to her before, but she'd defintely been around her a lot of the time. In training, mostly. "Hey," she said, then wished she hadn't. It sounded too much like an invitation to friendship.

((Don't worry. Usually I am but I have this bad habit of describing like everything about the character at first so it makes it fairly long XD))

Glancing over at the other girl, Andraste simply raised an eyebrow. "Hey." She said flatly, hopefully ending the conversation. She took a drink of the dark ale in front of her, staring moodily ahead. She wasn't really looking ahead, just gazing. Her eyes had that detached, distant look to them that meant she was a long way from studying her own pale, beautiful face framed in her ginger hair that was being reflected feebly by the banged up, dirty old mirror behind the bar that her eyes were unfocused on.

Kairi shrugged slightly, returning to the drink. Way to be gloomy, random person. At least she seemed as interested in continuing the conversation as Kai was. Her spiky short hair tickled the back of her neck as she glanced down into the grimy mug, thinking about complaining.

Startled from her thoughts and almost-staring by s sound and motion, Andraste was tense and ready before she noticed it was just the bartender. Her then-empty mug had magically been replaced by a new, full one. "Ah, grazi Tony." She said gratefully, a brief smile crossing her face. "Nessun problema, lei-leone." The aging Italian man smiled back at her, setting the mug in a sink full of currently clean soapy water.

((Gonna sleep.))

She decided against complaint, sipping her drink from the cleaner side of the two. Her eyes constantly looked around for danger, not really seeing the girl next to her even more, glazing over the exchange with the bartender. "Don't drink too much," she said, getting up to leave.

"I somehow doubt I'm the one out of the two of us that needs to be told that." Andraste said dryly, and Tony shook his head at her in mock exasperation despite his grin as he moved over and picked up a rag, starting to wipe the area where Kairi had just been sitting. Kindly soul that he was, he didn't ask for the money. He looked concerned as he noted her completely ignoring the conversation, but didn't say a word as he took the cup and put it with Andy's.

The money for her drink was on the counter, where it was just as clean as it had been when she'd arrived. She'd been ignoring the conversation out of common courtesy. "I don't see what you mean," she said, shrugging. She reached for her weapons, which were under the bar.

Prisca stumbled into the tavern, not even realizing that it was the tavern. In fact, she believed it to be her house. She made it to the counter before realizing something was amiss. She sat down on a stool next to a couple other people. "Salvete?"

((I'm just using the Latin plural word for "Hi". The rest of her dialogue excluding her goodbyes will be English. Though if people actually understood what I'm saying, I would just switch to the Latin))

The tall girl rolled her eyes, her feet swinging under the stool and then letting the heels of her boots hook on the bar of the stool between the legs. "Let's just say I'm a bit older than you, and therefor I'm pretty sure I've done this a bit more than you." She smiled mirthlessly, then the memory of how her brother was the only one who'd beat her in a drinking game, would never lose. The smile dropped instantly.

"What's going on?" Prisca tried, taking a deep breath. She frowned and turned to the tall girl. "Someone please explain where I am?"

"I've been drinking since I was in the cradle," she said, with a shrug, "Alcohol's the only taste I can attribute to memory from the past." She pulled the sword up and latched it to her belt, strapping on various armor that she pulled out of her pack. If this... kid... knew anything, she'd know Kairi. The only person to successfully navigate the maze and escape, with no aid. Of course, if she was thrown back in the maze, she was pretty sure she wouldn't be able to find her way back out again. She might even turn completely, heaven help her. But, she wasn't one to wave her credentials in front of some kid's face. Even if she wanted to. And kind of wanted to get rid of the 'I'm older, so I can do more, be better at everything' vibe. Even if that meant punching this girl in the face. "I've got work," she said, and yeah, there was some duty doing routine guarding of the sacrificial pit, but the last few hours were hunting. People had to eat, and not each other.

Prisca sighed. Everyone was ignoring her, and she was still making the Maze look like it was not confused, so she got up and walked over to the door.

She looked at Prisca. "Hey, are you new here?"

((Sorry, we had a double post, I didn't see yours because mine took a while.))

Prisca shook her head and had the courtesy to blush. "Where exactly am I? And I mean in the settlement, so please no explaining the whole after volcano sacrifice thing. I've heard that so many times that my ears ache." She pouted.

"Is there really an explanation?" Kairi huffed. "You're in a bar. Probably the best place for relaxation in the whole city. Your little spell of misdirection actually might serve you better in the future."

Prisca nodded, smiling as understanding hit her. "Thanks. Much appreciation for your help."

"Where are you heading? I could guide you."

"Home?" Prisca said. "But I'm not quite sure where that's gotten off to." She facepalmed. "I must seem like a complete idiot."

"Don't worry. Everyone's an idiot in their own way." She gave her a joking smile, and nodded. "Any landmarks, statues, buildings I could get you to?"

Prisca smiled, slightly comforted by Kairi's joke. "Err. . . .I have no idea. I just kind of get home? I'm clueless when it comes to my surroundings."

"Cé go bhfuil tú?" Andraste asked belligerently, her arms crossing. She finished her drink and slid the mug back across to Tony and stood. She didn't seem to notice her switch back to her native Celtic, as usual. She had learned a lot when she was alive, and the skills passed through with her. The disadvantage of knowing so many languages was that she tended to switch between and mix them accidentally, and was fluent enough in all of them she never noticed.

"No fountain outside your building? Nothing? Hmm... I suppose I could walk you around."

((What's that mean? Google translate says, "although you".))

((Heck, keep it to English so I can at least know what your character feels or thinks or whatnot, even if mine is oblivious. At least provide translation.))

"Thanks," Prisca mumbled, eyeing the ground. She sighed.

"So, anywhere near the palaces?"

Prisca shrugged and bit her lip. "I'm hopeless. Sorry. I have no clue."

"Um... Are you sure you're not new?"

"I've been here for," she counted on her fingers, "two or so years, I think. Ish. Somewhere in there. I already told you I'm clueless. Might be how my husband managed to sacrifice me."

"Did you pull him in with you? Kairi asked, like she should hae.

Prisca shrugged, thinking, before shaking her head no. She blushed slightly.

"Darn." She smiled faintly. "He would have made good practice for the troops."

"I don't know what happened to him," Prisca said with a shrug. "Don't care though."

"I would," she said, a little stiffly. She held grudges.

"I don't remember enough about him to care. For all I know, he could have treated me like a queen before that," she said with a shrug. "It's better to let it go and dream of the future."

"A worthy king would die for his queen," she snorted, "Not push her in a volcano."

Prisca blinked, a sudden realization washing over her. She closed her eyes as her knees felt weak. Her mind felt like it was swimming. "He thought he was saving everyone from the volcano."

"By destruction? Destruction doesn't end suffering. It only increases it. He should have evacuated."

"We were vacationing in Pompeii," she whispered. "So many people." She took a couple deep breaths. "What happened?"

"I wouldn't know. You've been here two years? I've been here at least six."

Prisca nodded slightly. "Sorry. What's your story, or what do you remember of it?" She grimaced.

((Gtg.))

"Nothing. I remember nothing but my brother."

((Okay. Later then!))

"Oh, I'm sorry," Prisca whispered. "Was he nice?"

((Google translate assured me it was 'who are you' XD))

"People are not always what you think they are at first. They can change in the blink of an eye, and you realize that you actually didn't know them that well. We're all here because someone thought their life was worth more than ours. Now, our only duty is to prove them wrong." Andraste stood, her abrupt movement pushing her stool back sharply.

"I wouldn't know. He was killed a week after we arrived." She shrugged, like it didn't matter, but it was the grain of sand at the heart of a pearl, the grating problem she'd built her life around.