|
Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 12, 2008 11:40:27 GMT -5
A tavern notorious for housing a certain type of clientèle. Men go in with frowns, and return to the world with a happier disposition.
|
|
|
Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 12, 2008 11:44:09 GMT -5
Daario entered the building openly, wheras most folk might simply slip in quickly, or enter the "back way". However, Daario was a striped-horse of a different design, and he had no qualms with entering such an unsavory place in broad daylight. Besides, he had business there.
|
|
|
Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 12, 2008 11:49:14 GMT -5
The tavern-tender, Eleez Digaz, was a broad-stomached man of low height. His face was framed by the deep folds of fat that made of his several chins. The small amount of facial hair that could be seen was dyed bright green, and looked to Daario like a sprout of some plant, journeying up through a meadow of olive-colored dunes. His breasts shook as he jumped, excited to see the man before him.
"Daario, my friend!" He tried, rather unsuccessfully, to make his way quickly around the counter, and had to settle for a slow, sagging lurch.
"Going to spending lots of money in my place today, yes?"
|
|
|
Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 12, 2008 11:51:31 GMT -5
Daario shuddered involuntarily at the absolute gluttony of Eleez, it seemed that every time he saw him, the man got fatter. Daario thanked whatever gods-that-be that he had grown up poor. He put on a face, however, of absolute joy.
"Eleez! How long has it been?"
|
|
|
Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 12, 2008 11:57:43 GMT -5
Eleez slapped his hand into Daario's, grasping him at the fingers and pumping excitedly.
"Too long, friend!" He said. Daario noticed perspiration on the man's brow. Tyrosh did not have an accommodating temperature for a man of Eleez's sensibilities.
"I have not seen you at least since the Razing Bazaar. Which reminds me!" The owner turned and journeyed to his counter, snatching up a handful of coins in his fat fist.
"This," he announced, pressing the money into Daario's hand. "This, is the money that I accidentally shorted you, last time." The man was breathing a bit heavier. Daario knew that it was not entirely because of the small amount of movement he had been doing.
|
|
|
Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 12, 2008 11:58:34 GMT -5
"Thank you, Eleez. You have always had a much better memory than I." He tapped his pointer finger to his temple. "Tell me, how has business been?"
|
|
|
Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 12, 2008 12:01:30 GMT -5
"Booming!" Eleez announced, a wide grin breaking into his girthy face.
"How has your other business been? I hope for all of your successes to be major, Daario, my friend!"
|
|
|
Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 12, 2008 12:03:44 GMT -5
Fat idiot. Darrio thought, plastering a smooth smile.
"Thank you, Eleez. I wish the same for you."
The only thing I wish for you is an excruciating death, particularly by ripping the man bacon from your back. Starvation would take a year or two.
"But I have other business to discuss with you." His tone was that of a serious man's regrettable information.
|
|
|
Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 12, 2008 12:05:27 GMT -5
"Ah, erm, yes...of course." Eleez said, his mood shifting. His eyes spilled the truth though he tried to conceal it. He knew he would not like this news.
|
|
|
Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 12, 2008 12:08:19 GMT -5
"Do you have anything to wet a dry throat?" Daario asked, feigning discomfort. "I am a bit parched, and I would hate to discuss business without proper lubrication." He chose a chair nearby, and sat. A large breasted woman was performing "the virgin's kiss" on one of the paying customers near by. Daario watched for a moment, before lifting his hand in the air.
"Eleez?"
|
|
|
Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 12, 2008 12:08:48 GMT -5
"Yes?" Eleez stumbled, taken out of his clutched reverie.
|
|
|
Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 12, 2008 12:09:43 GMT -5
"Something to drink?" Daario was losing patience now. He hoped he wouldn't have to cut this man's fat throat open. It would be a shame to get gravy on his new doublet.
|
|
|
Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 12, 2008 12:13:57 GMT -5
"Oh!" Eleez popped, snapping his chubby digits together. A servant appeared in the far doorway.
"Yes, Master Eleez?" He was hardly a man, this one. His hair was grown long, and styled like a woman's.
"See that my friend here has some of our finest wine."
The boy stood there dumbly. Obviously, this was not what he specialized in.
"The Dragonfire Vintage, you idiot boy!" Eleez boomed, though his voice cracked a little. The youth scrambled out of the room at his master's words.
|
|
|
Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 12, 2008 12:15:01 GMT -5
"You go by Master, now?" Daario mused, drawing a knee up into the chair with him. He crooked his arm from it lazily, looking around the rest of the facility.
"Somewhat of a lofty title for such a small man."
|
|
|
Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 12, 2008 12:17:12 GMT -5
Eleez laughed.
"My friend, I have not been a small man since I was ten and two years old, when I discovered the great joy that food brings to my life." He looked nervous however.
"I hope the title is not intruding upon any...unwelcoming territory?"
|
|