voice; Look Who Left The Bar

[prettyrocks]

Name: Tsutha (un: tdfsh)
Date: March 7th
Format: voice
Content Warning: intoxication


[ It takes an impressive amount of alcohol to intoxicate a half-orc. They are naturally resilient, with stronger than average constitutions just on principle.

And yet, Tsutha is hammered. After only just one drink!

She would be impressed, if she wasn't more concerned by the other odd side effect of her sudden drunkenness. ]

.nrevat goD ylS eht ta ela eht htiw gnorw s'gnihtemoS

[ Wait, what? ]

!egnarts gnidnuos tuo semoc gnihtyrevE .thgir klat t'nac I

[ There's an audible groan and a soft thwap! sound, as of someone smacking themselves in the face, trying to sober themselves up. ]

...nwod eil ot deen I ebyaM .ynnuf leef I ?lleps a siht sI

Comments

[getting_better]

[ He was decoding what she said when the picture came in. ]

I know the place. I'll be there in a bit.

[ On the list of things he thought he was expecting from this place, this was...on the list but very very far down. Regardless, he shows up half an hour later, still wearing his black apron, a heavy smell of spices coming from him, with a fluffy calico cat at his heels.

He's not quite sure who he's looking for when he departed, but he figured that anyone standing outside the tavern looking either annoyed, worried, or both would be easy to spot. But then again, it is a tavern of sailors. ]

Hey, I'm looking for someone. Speaking really odd, probably was stomping around here roughly an hour or so. Seen anyone like that, or heard?

[ He does find her, not realizing she is the person he's looking for. ]

[prettyrocks]

[ Even though Tsutha doesn't know what this person coming to help her looks like, it doesn't take her long to put together that the guy who just came up to her is him.

She brightens, waving a hand excitedly and pointing at her own chest. ]

.ddo gnikaeps s'ohw eno eht m'I !em saw tahT !em s'tahT

[ She holds her hand out for a handshake. ]

.ahtusT m'I .siht ekil teem ot dah ew yrroS

[getting_better]

[ Well that was easy. He takes her hand into a firm shake and a smile. ]

I didn't understand any of that, hun. But I'll assume you were introducing yourself, in that case, I'm Bishop. The cat is Stella.

[ When he lets go of her hand, she'll find a rich deep blue magic circle hovering right above her palm. ]

Hold that to your chest please. It'll make finding the source of the spell easier for me. Now...

[ He opens other hand, a magic ring similar to the circle appearing but with the inside of the ring forming vague shapes of letters or runes. ]