30.Mar.15, 03:55 AM
“I’d like that; lead on, my lady,” D’hys smiled at the girl and gestured for her to take the lead. He really hadn’t learned the layout of Telgar yet and while he had a general idea where a tavern would best be located, he wasn’t about to pretend he knew where he was going. It was also painfully obvious that Coralaese wanted to impress him so it added to his overall amazingness in her eyes to do just that and have her point out somewhere she liked that he would approve of.
When they arrived at the tavern, D’hys regarded the sign with a raised eyebrow. The Whetstone Tavern. Either the original owner had ties to blacksmithing or they just wanted to appeal to the smiths in the region. Either way, it looked decent on the outside and once he stepped in, after holding open the door for his companion, D’hys chalked the place up as being clean and likely reputable.
“Hi, welcome back, Coralaese,” a friendly voice greeted them as D’hys gestured to a table off to the side where he’d have a good view of the room with his back to a wall. “And welcome to the Whetstone, dragonrider. We have a few that come down from the Weyr regularly and they are indeed always welcomed here. Anyway, I’m guessing you’re here for the food, not for random chitchat with the staff, so I’ll be right back with some plates.” The woman walked off and D’hys gave a subtle glance, approving of her appearance both from the front and back. No wonder dragonriders were fond of coming to the tavern if she was always around.
Turning his attention fully back to Coralaese, he held a chair out for her and then took the seat opposite her. “I can see why you like it here. If she’s anything to go off of, the staff here are friendly and attentive. Now to see if the food lives up to my standards,” he laughed, showing he was joking around, though in truth, he did have some standards left for food. His mother had been excellent in the kitchen and he had picked up some of her secrets before the plague.
When they arrived at the tavern, D’hys regarded the sign with a raised eyebrow. The Whetstone Tavern. Either the original owner had ties to blacksmithing or they just wanted to appeal to the smiths in the region. Either way, it looked decent on the outside and once he stepped in, after holding open the door for his companion, D’hys chalked the place up as being clean and likely reputable.
“Hi, welcome back, Coralaese,” a friendly voice greeted them as D’hys gestured to a table off to the side where he’d have a good view of the room with his back to a wall. “And welcome to the Whetstone, dragonrider. We have a few that come down from the Weyr regularly and they are indeed always welcomed here. Anyway, I’m guessing you’re here for the food, not for random chitchat with the staff, so I’ll be right back with some plates.” The woman walked off and D’hys gave a subtle glance, approving of her appearance both from the front and back. No wonder dragonriders were fond of coming to the tavern if she was always around.
Turning his attention fully back to Coralaese, he held a chair out for her and then took the seat opposite her. “I can see why you like it here. If she’s anything to go off of, the staff here are friendly and attentive. Now to see if the food lives up to my standards,” he laughed, showing he was joking around, though in truth, he did have some standards left for food. His mother had been excellent in the kitchen and he had picked up some of her secrets before the plague.