AIN'T NO PARTY LIKE A FIRE EMBLEM PARTY

[solemnity]

[ so whatever you were doing, DROP IT. RIGHT NOW. IT DOESN'T MATTER IF YOU WERE IN THE MIDDLE OF SAVING YOUR CONTINENT OR WORLD, YOU AREN'T DOING IT NOW.

no, now you're going to chill in this pub and enjoy some ale and maybe get rowdy. have some fun, loosen up, make new friends. WHO KNOWS, maybe they've got some crazy tales of their own to tell. maybe you'll see faces you shouldn't be able to anymore! TIME SHENANIGANS, MAN, wibbly wobbly and all that jazz.

anyway, this dude is just going to chill in a corner with a pint that's barely started and a book in his lap, keeping an eye on the guys he has the misfortune of calling his army. or the army he advises, rather, since technically they're eliwood's army. whatever. he's keeping an eye on them like a good mother hen tactician should. otherwise, have your fun, he'll leave y'all to it. ]

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[fireshorts]

[WHOA OKAY

This isn't Begnion. Heck this doesn't even look like Tellius, not with the lack of, so what kind of nonsense is this? And why is everyone so, so... TALL? It's not fun, man. Tormod here is just gonna sit at the counter, hands on the stool and a sour look.

Tall, deceitful, inconsiderate jerks..]

[munchies]

[ Ilyana is just as confused as you are, Tormod, but to be honest.. she completely forgot all about the whole 'stranded in a strange pub in the middle of who-knows-where' after she noticed the complimentary finger sandwiches that came with every order of ale.

The only problem is, after about two mugs, Ilyana was completely out of money.. So, noticing a familiar face, she bounded over. ]

Tormod.. is that you?

[fireshorts]

Hm? [The voice has him turning in his seat, looking over to the source. Once he figures out that it's a familiar face, there's a wave to her. They haven't really talked much, as he remembers, but... she's nice. Enough to be comfortable around at least.

Odd, but nice. A little like Vika almost, though he wouldn't admit that aloud. ] Oh, Ilyana.

Did you need something?

[nimblefingered]

[ red-cloaked mage, meet red-cloaked thief. matthew is now sitting himself down with some stolen coin, looking forward to a drink with his ill-gotten gains, when he sees the kid and raises a brow. he's just gonna. glance around for a parent or babysitter or something and seeing no one likely, turn to speak to the kid directly. ]

Aren't you a little young for a place like this?

[ better than a brothel though, he supposes. ]

[fireshorts]

[Yes, but are you a redhead? These are the important parts. Tormod looks over at the stranger when he sits down, raises a brow in turn and then... the question has him standing up out of the sheer frustration he feels.

.. Which only makes him a little shorter to be honest. Why are the stools so tall?! Everyone's against him!]

W-What does it matter!? I don't have a drink now, do I?