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[vaincravat]

WHO: Fitzwilliam Darcy, Basch fon Ronsenburg, and any one else interested.
WHAT: Though the two had spoken over the journals, Darcy much prefered the old-fashion "meeting-face-to-face" concept.
WHERE: Outside of an inn
WHEN: Before the kidnapping of Claire

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[vaincravat]

Darcy, too, gave Basch a look-over, raising his eyebrow at what was (in Darcy's conservative British mind) a somewhat revealing outfit. One could see the man's abs! But then, Darcy had seen even stranger outfits since his arrival, and even a few people with legitimate ears and tails. This he could forgive.

He brought his hand to meet Basch's, giving it a short shake before withdrawing it immediately. The other had a strong hand, but a comforting, kind face, and Darcy felt himself ease up slightly. "It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Basch," he replied, still unused to the informal use of first names. Though the two had agreed to meet up, their was no specific reason for it; simply that Darcy didn't know anyone, and the Basch had seemed a very agreeable fellow when the two spoke over the journals.

He wanted to say something about the sword, but he worried about whether that would be considered an appropriate topic or not. It was clear that this town, and the worlds everyone was from had very different sets of manners. So instead, Darcy stood quite, unsure of what to say, but hoping he didn't make the same bad first impression on Basch as he had on Elizabeth Bennet.

[bearer_of_shame]

Basch saw the eyes glancing over his outfit, the slight raise of brows, and was sure the other was a bit confused or maybe even offended by it. The other man wore quite a bit, unlike him. Not that Basch wore little clothing, but he certainly looked out of place compared to Darcy. Shorts and vest, wearing bits of armor... it was a bit strange.

"Are you boarding at the Inn?" Basch asked, seeing the other looked a bit... nervous maybe?

[vaincravat]

"Yes, I've taken up residence there, as it were. It's only temporary, but I had hopes of finding a way out of here sooner rather than later. Although it seems as that is an unlikely belief," he replied, speaking more words to a single person than he had since the last time he had seen Bingley-- his only friend, by most meanings of the word. And-- Darcy was proud of himself-- he attempted to continue the conversation, by adding, "What about you? Are you at an Inn as well, or else where?"

[bearer_of_shame]

"I fear that may be true." Basch agreed. He'd been here not long, but from what he'd learned from Balthier and just from reading in his journal... getting out seemed fairly impossible. Except for the bounty on Cross, that would get a person a trip home. Basch had no interest in that, but Balthier on the other hand. It would be difficult to keep the pirate out of trouble he was sure.

"I currently am staying with a... friend." It felt odd calling Balthier a friend. They really couldn't be considered as such, could they? Acquaintances made more sense, as they were far from being close enough to be friends. After being in Rivelata who knew, honestly. Basch felt almost as awkward as Darcy, he wasn't much of a talker either.

"I am glad to see there is someone of like mind here. I can't say much for the company I am sharing where I'm staying at the moment."