Who: Klarth F. Lester and anyone that wants to join him What: meeting and nonsense Where: empty tavern/bar When: peridically starting now? Rating: PG with potential to increase
Quistis had fallen asleep reading a book of myths in a guest room of Esthar's President. She woke up with the book but in a place that wasn't her room. She only had a moment to blink around at the- Well, it looked like a bar- before the door opened and another person came in.
Starteled she rose from the stool and turned hand resting on the hilt of her whip. It never hurt to be cautious. Especially in a situation this strange. "Who are you?"
"Ah, pardon me. My name is Klarth. Klarth F. Lester."
Noticing her hand resting on the whip (and of course, her physique), he quickly followed up his introduction to keep from getting unnecessarily attacked.
"I somehow ended up in this strange city and came here looking for something to eat. I hope I'm not intruding."
"Not at all," Quistis relaxed sitting back down. It was a bit rude to ask for answers without giving her own. "Ah, I'm Quistis Trepe, and I just woke up here."
"Me too. I feel a bit better knowing I'm not alone in this ghost-town"
He walks over to bar area to get an idea of what it might have in stock. then he takes off his hat and places it on the bar, lets out a sigh and scratches his head.
"I'm going to check in the kitchen for any sort of food. Would you care for a bite to eat if I manage to find some, Miss Quistis?"
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Starteled she rose from the stool and turned hand resting on the hilt of her whip. It never hurt to be cautious. Especially in a situation this strange. "Who are you?"
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Noticing her hand resting on the whip (and of course, her physique), he quickly followed up his introduction to keep from getting unnecessarily attacked.
"I somehow ended up in this strange city and came here looking for something to eat. I hope I'm not intruding."
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He walks over to bar area to get an idea of what it might have in stock. then he takes off his hat and places it on the bar, lets out a sigh and scratches his head.
"I'm going to check in the kitchen for any sort of food. Would you care for a bite to eat if I manage to find some, Miss Quistis?"
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