Strangers in a bar

[Arla Ordo]

Arla got them to the table, she was half listening to the stories at the moment.

She sat down and made sure there was plenty of room for everything as they sat down, the waitress came from behind and served the steaming bowls with the rich broth. Arla couldn't wait to get home and go hunting again. She took a deep breath of the smell of the stew, yes, this smelled like home.

Seemed they may have to teach culture to the girl as well. Arla just listened for the moment, "17 that's seems about right age, some go sooner, it is all a matter of when you're ready. Mature enough to survive on your own."

"No cares...must have been nice"

Arla had too many cares, and she had baggage that wouldn't be showing up here.

[member="Jad Ordo"] [member="Freyia Whitelight"]

 

[Jad Ordo]

"You heard redhead over there call me Jad. So, my name is Jad. Jad Ordo. And firehair here is Arla."


[member="Freyia Whitelight"] [member="Arla Balor"]

 

[Freyia Whitelight-Carrick]

What had she thought Jad was a kind of drink or something. As she begin to wonder just what was so go about the food that was place infront of her to her it looked to be a bowl of stew of sorts. Even so she let her smell take over, it had that smell. Couldn't help but make a pleasing smile on her lips. "This smell wonderful what in it, mm Miss Arla", a she took the first bit that slip past her lips.


"Wonderful it reminds me of..." as she stopped herself short to listen to the answer to her question.

"I bet you have many adventure stories, to tell ." no doubt in this ones mind they was had all kind of adventures and battles. Maybe if she was luck enough she would heard some from both of them.

[member="Arla Balor"] [member="Jad Ordo"]

 

[Arla Ordo]

Leary of outsiders. Arla motioned for another ale and doing it in such a manner that [member="Jad Ordo"] did not see, he didn't need to be spending hard earned credits on her.

Arla watched the girl. "Adventures. No. War stories Yes. " She knew she sounded a bit cave manish but she was trying to get past a severe trust issue.

Instinct kept the blaster within reach, "Jad you have any adventures you want to share"

[member="Freyia Whitelight"]

 

[Jad Ordo]

"Well, there is this one time where I was almost killed by the Death Watch..."

He eyed Arla suspiciously as her hand is under the table.

[member="Arla Balor"] [member="Freyia Whitelight"]

 

[Freyia Whitelight-Carrick]

Her eyes went wide again speaking of Death Watch, puzzlement over what this was to this group.

"Do go on", as she let herself move her hand over her glass sipping on it some more. Even so she couldn't help but see it in Jab eyes the direction he look only to have her eyes go the same way but very quickly.

Even so she couldn't help awaiting.

[member="Arla Balor"] [member="Jad Ordo"]