weatherwax wrote:Elaine isn't so interested in the young vampire Achieving his Dreams (TM), and rolls her eyes at his young stuttering. She takes a sip of her drink.
"Okay, kitty, what's your story?" she calls to the exiting cat (hopefully she caught him before he exited the building) "I saw you eyeing my lute. Takes someone special to see greatness."
"Smaug, can I have a saucer of something for the cat? Anything he asks for."
The cat pauses its journey to the door at the lady's call and turns its head in her direction, its emerald eyes gleaming in the semi-darkness of the bar. Without a sound, it walks back to where she's sitting and jumps up to one of the bar seats. "I am Nergil Philemones Siegfried Allabectus Renhalde," he says bowing politely, before sitting on his haunches. "Sig, for short. I am the familiar of Harold the Hapless, or at least I was, until his recent portal mishap.
I apologize if I gave offense inspecting your lute, I was merely curious. The instrument is beautifully crafted, though I must admit I lack the knowledge to judge its true worth. Your demonstration certainly spoke volumes for its capabilities and your own."
Smaug, apparently taking Killthrust's suggestion to heart, lays a saucer of whiskey on the bar next to the cat. A quiet clink of metal chimes out as a coin, of sufficient denomination to pay for the cat's drink, drops onto the bar and is swiftly collected by the barkeep.