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Oct. 3rd, 2015 09:19 pmWhen the door swings open, Viola realizes all at once why Harry had advised she (or rather, he) bring a dagger.
She's never been in a tavern-- well-born girls do not Do That-- but she's fairly certain well-born boys don't frequent places like this, either. It's loud and dim, and everything seems crusted over with a layer of grime, including the people. Some of them, seeing Harry, shout out greetings in various shades of crass. A handful of skinny tapsters buzz about in a perpetual circuit to keep cups filled; a few women drift more idly between the tables, until one of the men gestures them nearer.
Maybe, Viola thinks, Harry is telling the truth about himself after all. For who would spend time in a place like this if they could help it?
She shrinks a little closer to Harry, waiting for his cue on how to proceed.
She's never been in a tavern-- well-born girls do not Do That-- but she's fairly certain well-born boys don't frequent places like this, either. It's loud and dim, and everything seems crusted over with a layer of grime, including the people. Some of them, seeing Harry, shout out greetings in various shades of crass. A handful of skinny tapsters buzz about in a perpetual circuit to keep cups filled; a few women drift more idly between the tables, until one of the men gestures them nearer.
Maybe, Viola thinks, Harry is telling the truth about himself after all. For who would spend time in a place like this if they could help it?
She shrinks a little closer to Harry, waiting for his cue on how to proceed.
