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Valente is present, wielding a frothy mug of... something... in his hand. It's about the right color for beer, and it was cheap. Good enough for good times. "To life," he toasts, draining half of it.
Bite slitheres into the... uniquely named bar and looks around, havinig nevere been here before. She had heard of a theives guild, something that interested her sense of greed. Upon seeing Valente she smiles, and waves to the drinking rabbit. "Hey, you sure get around sssweetheart, how are you doing?" she asks, moving towards him and looking to order something for herself, preferably something a little more expensive.
Valente tips his mug of hopefully-ale towards Bite, seated at the bar but facing the rest of the room, "Enjoying a tall cold one after a hard day of adventuring and the like," reports the rabbit born, "Didn't feel like performing for dinner, so I stopped here instead. You come by often?"
Bite shakes her head. "This is my first time hear, I herd about... a guild." she hisses, looking around for a bit. "And it peaked my interests." she admits, unsure if its a good or bad thing to be seen in public taking a liking to a place like that. She gets herself a drink and rejoins the rabbit, coiling at her seat. "You have wonderful musical talent, whats your name? And thank you again for that tip the other day, it was a forunate event for me." she hisses and smiles.
Kilsa walks into the bar with a grunt. "Aaaaah." She sighs happy and move over to the bar. Fingering her soulgem and glacing around she notices both Bite and the hare. "I swear on the Creators, I see more and more you each day." She shake her head and orders a very dark ale. Within the first she sticks out her tongue. "Ewww... Tastes the underside of an outhouse. I see how this place gets it name."
"I didn't say?" asks the hare, "Val, short for Valente, but who needs that many syllables?" he asks with a grin, "And look, someone else I know." he waves the beer towards Kilsa lightly, "Come and join us," he beckons, "Plenty of piss to go around for everyone, I swear it." A glance about, and he leans to nudge Bite lightly, "Side note, you don't talk about the guild."
Bite smirks and nods, taking note and planning to never speak about it again. She visiably is pleased with the conduct that this guild exhibits, and takes a drink from what she ordered before wincing and swallowing slowly. "I suppose price doesn't improve the taste does it?" she hisses and giggles, waving to Kilsa with a smile. "I guess this can count as our chat after the dinner, we never got around to it with the offer that came up did we?" Bite sways a little and looks around the room again, sighing at the thought that to test the floor she would have to use her legs or thump her tail about.
"Plenty of piss is right. Either way long as it gets me to that spot where I'm nice and happy I'll keep drinking."The Badge laughs and drops in the nearest seat. "I suppose we didn't Bite. So lets talk." She smirks and burps a little of the Ale. "Its alot better coming out. So what brings you two together?" With a disgusted look she drinks another bit of her ale.
Valente drains the other half of his mug, proving himself not a timid drinker, "Brings us together? Fate? Creator's Will? Or maybe we're both cheap and thirsty and in need of a good sloshing." Probably the last one. He slaps the counter and the mug vanishes off to be refilled with whatever the house has on top that day.
* Tap
Bite looks between the two and tilts her head. "Well I was just inspecting the place, heard it was pretty interesting." she hisses and giggles, before trying to shoot back her entire drink in one go. She manages to do so and flicks her tongue out in satisifaction of this accomplishment. "Is the same true of you?" she says to Kilsa, using her tail to slip a crown to Valente.
Laughing in a deep baritone Kilsa give the table a light slap. "I'm as cheap as it gets. My weapons are my only flashy purchases." She look over to bite with a smile. "I sleep in a church. I perfer to get out when I can if I'm not forging steel, praying, or taking jobs, I'm looking for a place to drink till the church bells ring again. This was just the new place of the week." She smiled at the pair. "But since the two most interesting folk I've met frequent here this might be a more permanent spot for me. Can't afford to miss out on good work." She says and sips a little more of the horrid ale.
Valente raises his brows, "Now now. You won't find me sharing those kinds of tales around here too often," he hastens to explain, reaching to accept his incoming mug, "Most of the people around here aren't 'our' sort. Don't send a random chap to do a soulless' job." he says, raising the glass, "To destiny," he offers in toast.
Bite looks at her empty mug and toasts anyhow, hissing "To fortune." Bite smiles at the notion, unable to quite agree about destiny, but quite willing to wish the two at the table a taste of good fortune with a hearty toast. She orders another and whispers something to the hare, looking away as though nothing was said at all.
Kilsa smiles warmly and hold out her mug. "To Fame." She blushes a little and begins to down her drink in one glup. Her brow rises as she notices Bite whispering. "Hmmmmmm. So between us soulless, Have you heard anything on special soulgems, Val?" She tries to look as innocent as possible. "Just on curious badger to a bunny? You seem to get around enough to know more than I do." She bares all her sharp teeth in what is meant to be a grin.
Valente shakes his head quickly, "Nothing conclusive. A lot of scrabbling around. Some stupid things." He drains his mug a quiet moment, "Now, you didn't hear from me, but if you tip the bar man three coins and ask for one back, you might get him riled up. Just saying."
Bite tilts her head at the hares remark, looking over to the man at the bar. "I see. So where have you been hearing these stupid things?" she directs to the hare, givlooking back over at Kilsa and smiling. "I'm going to get it done, you don't have to put so much effort into it." she giggles, taking a new drink and kicking it back.
Kilsa gives a mocking look to Bite, "Don't blow it up with your magic." She turns back to the hare, "I would hate to see someone who makes Ale this badly poison me. I couldn't enjoy the fact I've been poisons because I wouldn't know the difference from this spit." She chuckles and decides to try another beer. The feeling of being with friends keeping her in light spirits. "You know I heard a rumor that if you tip a priestess at the local church she uses the money to buy ale but of course that just a rumor."
Valente snorts softly, "Which one?" she asks, "Littly Sal or big Paula?" he asks with a raised brow, "Sure both of them need a little libation once in a while. As for stupid things, well... Friend of a friend, you know how it goes, says one of the high muckity mucks in the castle yonder decided he'd cement his kid's future by hiring a big band of soulless to go fetch a rock for him."
Bite smirks and tilts her head, interested in this development. She drops her previous line of thought to consider what this would mean. "Well... I suppose if those rumors are true, my resolve does not shift so long as the kid is smart, strong, kind, and fit to represent the people." She says that although seems to be thinking it over, more curious about the child in question thatn her possible reward.