Conversations Overheard

Idriseth sighs softly and slides into a chair, waving Xeus over with a grimace.

You buy a strong, cool, glass whisky from Xeus.

Donovan is apparently as confused as is the woman he talks with, for his speech of the Knights has clearly made it seem he thought they were more upstanding than they actually acted. "This is discouraging. I had heard that the Knights were designed to keep the order in Kuri, as most knightly orders do. But if that's not the case, then perhaps a true order needs to be founded in its place. If this is true, it makes me glad I was spurned when interested in joining their ranks."

You raise an eyebrow.

Idriseth sits silenty, sipping his drink. Absently, he flicks a stray hair out of his eyes.

Necielle shakes her head and slides a glance in Idriseth's direction, offering the only vaguely familiar face a polite nod and a smile. Her focus is soon returned to Donovan, and after a sip of her lemonade, she's venturing, "I wouldn't go that far, Mr. Keane. They could probably use someone like you. As it is, there are only a few I have any respect for, a very unfortunate matter when all's said and done. And while they are indeed meant to keep order, well..." Her gaze slips to the tavern door now, dallying before it's curbed back to Donovan's visage, "If you stay here long enough you'll discover there's very little order in the realm of late. I tell myself that there is such thing as a balance, you know, an evil to prove what good truly is. But I'm afraid the balance has shifted gravely toward the former."

Idriseth returns Necielle's nod, before tossing down the rest of the alcohol and ordering another.

You drink a strong, cool, glass whisky.

You buy a strong, cool, glass whisky from Xeus.

Donovan is quite perplexed and disheartened as this point, as all the discussion has given him a sense of jadedness toward the body they're currently discussing. "Nay, Miss Hathaway," he says, returning the formality, "if they're as corrupt as you believe them to be, there's no amount of righteousness within the body that will offset what's already rotted away, and let it die off before starting anew. Or starting anew while it rots, with a different entity altogether. Besides," he chuckles wryly, "there's nothing I can do aside from advise at this stage of my life anyway. I'm far too battered to fight the fight."

Donovan drinks a cold, soothing, golden beer.

Whess eavesdrops quite a bit, while of course appearing not to.

Necielle wrinkles her nose slightly, taking another sip and shaking her head yet again, this time in polite disagreement, voiced softly. "We all do our part, Mr. Keane. Swordplay is just one role we all play in battling the villains of the land. The Knights exist, if for no other reason, to inspire those who would change the world without need of a shield to hide behind, or a jail that sits empty. I know of one group who has, I suppose you would say, taken matters into their own hands. But they seek a much more severe form of justice, often punishing the criminals the Knights have left free to victimize innocents again."

Demetrius has entered the game...

Demetrius gets a cold, soothing, golden beer.

Demetrius glares coldly upon all those gathered in the taverne as he proceeds to his usual seat in a darkened corner.

Idriseth politely returns Demetrius' glare.

Whess clears his throat idly and interupts, "You say thas' corruption in the knights? Can't halp't overhear ya conversation." his visage held no shame, nothing, the thief obviously knew the chance he took.

Donovan inclines his head with some thought, almost appearing more interested in this new group Necielle has referenced than continuing to dwell on the alleged corrupted shortcomings of the Knights of this place. Finishing the second of his drinks for the night, he shovels the glass to Bill and replies: "Well, they do deserve the justice they receive, I reckon."

Whess somewhat shifts his attention more directly to Necielle and Donovan and fiddles a hand in his pocket.

Necielle tosses a quick glance in Whess' direction, a slight furrow on her brow proving her quizzical regard of the male. "There's corruption in almost every organization of men for a single purpose, but yes, there is fault to be found with the Knights. Not so much corruption, however, as mere ineptitude and a penchant for leaving things be when they should be acted against." Back to Donovan her attention goes, and this time she offers the older man a wry half-smile. "We all deserve the same justice, Mr. Keane, and I would admit, some of us could very well deserve death. Are you the one to give it to every man, woman, and child? These people, while I can agree with their intentions, I can't quite agree with their methods. There's something to be said for the law, and while the Knights do a very poor job of upholding it, vigilante groups tend to disregard it altogether."

You drink a strong, cool, glass whisky.

Idriseth downs the rest of the whisky, mulling over his empty glass for a moment.

Whess chuckles quietly in response, but otherwise simply listens and observes.

Lyuba enters the taverne with a smile heading straight to the bar to get a vodka before growling at Demetrius in greeting then going to a table to sit. Looking up she spots Whess and smiles and aves at him.

Whess brightens up a bit and doesn't hesitate to approach Lyuba and stroke her shoulder, "Ello ello, ello."

Lyuba smiles at Whess "Hello there. How are you doing today?"

Whess shrugs a bit and slips into a seat beside Lyuba, "Meh, been a bit slow. I fear I am a man of a dying trade."

Donovan makes no responses to Necielle in the presence of so many people, instead opting to refuse a third beer from Bill, and cock his head to the door as if to convey that too many ears aren't to his liking.

Lyuba says [to Whess] : So what did you have planned for tonight?

Necielle glances at the quickly gathering and returns Donovan's look with a simple nod, giving the leash around her wrist a gentle tug to ensure that the collie at her feet knows they're about to take their leave. A few coins are placed on the bar for Bill - who also earns himself a smile, gruff as he may be - and the young doctor is soon heading out with her canine companion leading the way.

Donovan follows, post haste!

Whess hmms quietly, "Nothing at all, why?"

Lyuba says [to Whess] : Just asking. I think I'll just sit and drink for a bit.

Lyuba drinks a strong, cool, glass vodka.

Whess chuckles, "Alright then. What are YOU planning to do tonight?"

Lyuba says [to Whess] : Drink. Be lazy.

Whess says [to Lyuba] : Just tha' same ole same ole then?

Lyuba says [to Whess] : Pretty much. Any ideas on other things to do?

Whess says [to Lyuba] : Could go mingle in private. *grins mischieviously* Stir up some trouble, all sorts of things we could do. Idriseth yawns and stands up, taking his leave of the tavern and its occupants.