Huh. [That's not suspicious at all! Except that it completely is, because people just fight, in his experience; there's no such thing as total peace 100% of the time, so either the government is grinding its heel into the people here, or the dire circumstances are about to explode anyway.
That, and a friendly swordfight never hurt anybody. Emotionally. Probably. But great: another place where he can't do the one thing he's good at because somebody will get sensitive about it.]
Well, thanks. I'll keep it under wraps as best I can. Maybe find a cave somewhere and bang on the walls for training.
[The bar, at last, with its big neon beer mug sign above the door, which is the only way Carver knows how to find it. He leads the way in and heads for a table; the decor is dark-with-neon, even in the middle of the afternoon.]
[This is the kind of place Ravus would normally never even consider stepping foot in. But he doesn't know where to find any classier establishments, and he could really use a drink, so it will have to do.]
You could say that.
[He looks around and selects the least offensive booth in which to seat himself. It is clean, at least.
He does not have his network device to check his balance of credits. Hopefully he's got enough from his previous interactions and small talk with Carver, else he'll spend his evening washing dishes.]
[Honestly, it could be a lot rougher before Carver really felt at home, but it has the advantage of being somewhere he remembers from the very first few days here, so it's become default. He waves down a waitress for a digitized menu, poking at it with all the finesse of someone who knows, like, two tablet gestures and only by accident.]
This blue thing— Here.
[He holds it up, showing the handy picture of some kind of glowing blue cocktail with a ridiculous name. It's blue and it glows, is the draw.]
[But Ravus isn't any more inclined to deal with the device than Carver is, so he clicks on the blue monstrosity. Phones and such exist in his world, but his people prefer the more time-honored methods of communications.]
But when in Accordo, do as the Accordans do. Strange cocktails oft have more of a kick than you'd expect.
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[Which Ravus considers preposterous, but apparently this world has less demonic infestations that must be repelled.]
That is not to say it might not become necessary. But exercise caution when you train, lest you offend our peace-loving hosts.
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That, and a friendly swordfight never hurt anybody. Emotionally. Probably. But great: another place where he can't do the one thing he's good at because somebody will get sensitive about it.]
Well, thanks. I'll keep it under wraps as best I can. Maybe find a cave somewhere and bang on the walls for training.
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[Ravus is scrutinizing this man's training regimen in a major way. What good is banging on walls? And in a cave??]
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[The bar, at last, with its big neon beer mug sign above the door, which is the only way Carver knows how to find it. He leads the way in and heads for a table; the decor is dark-with-neon, even in the middle of the afternoon.]
Hell of a place, huh?
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You could say that.
[He looks around and selects the least offensive booth in which to seat himself. It is clean, at least.
He does not have his network device to check his balance of credits. Hopefully he's got enough from his previous interactions and small talk with Carver, else he'll spend his evening washing dishes.]
What do you drink?
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This blue thing— Here.
[He holds it up, showing the handy picture of some kind of glowing blue cocktail with a ridiculous name. It's blue and it glows, is the draw.]
It tastes alright.
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[But Ravus isn't any more inclined to deal with the device than Carver is, so he clicks on the blue monstrosity. Phones and such exist in his world, but his people prefer the more time-honored methods of communications.]
But when in Accordo, do as the Accordans do. Strange cocktails oft have more of a kick than you'd expect.