A religious zealot has been traveling through all the cities of Elyria and spreading fear and a warning. A great storm is coming, one even worse than then the one that destroyed much of their land. This one will kill the rest of the land, leading to their ultimate destruction. Warning them that if nothing is done they will all perish.
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Harbor had taken a portal from Aill Cathair to Tartus. She laughed as she bounced through the streets. The sound of people talking, laughing, and fighting filled the air along with the sound of music. Tartus was one of her favorite placed in Elyria, if not her very favorite place. It was full of fun with also a bit of risk, exactly her cup of tea.
The pretty, petite blonde had caught the attention of a pickpocket, a young gentlemen who was looking not exactly 'gentle'. Seeing her as easy prey he reached out to grab her arm and tugged her towards him as he reached for the bag of coins she had tied on her hip. But Harbor was not as weak and delicate as she might seem. She smiled up at the man and moved towards him rather than a way, and her reaction surprised the man. Just enough that she was able to knee him in the groin and twist her arm away from him with easy. Basic self defense ladies. She shook her head at him with a smile as he stumbled to the ground in pain.
"Better luck next time, sweetheart." She said before moving into the Ocean's Song Tavern. The sound of music was louder here, and so were the sounds of the people that filled the room. Two drinks later and Harbor was among them, chatting and laughing. She climbed up on top of a table and began to sing and soon much of the tavern was singing along with her a familiar tune.
Post by Kieran Gothfraidh on Sept 10, 2018 11:10:57 GMT -5
~~O, once there was a lad who packed his bags an' headed North...~~
The bellowing sound of laughter and merriment resounded all throughout the tavern, once again singing the all too familiar song that--much to Kieran's chagrin--was now stuck inside her head. It had also possibly radiated towards her fingers as they unconsciously tapped the tune on the bar counter, having managed to steal a break from all the requests thrown her way. The young bartender heaved a small sigh, smiling quietly at the ruckus of the establishment. Same old, same old, and yet she could always never seem to get used to it. The customers kept bringing on something new everyday, and today it was the same difference.
~~A goal in mind, set out to find and show and prove his worth...~~
Today there had been a certain blonde girl who stood atop a table and began to sing--eventually bringing the whole tavern along with her. Kieran, in her three years of managing the establishment, had never seen someone muster up enough confidence to stand up on a table or much less sing while doing so, so it had definitely been an interesting surprise. Then again, the girl was probably drunk--yes, that must be it. Drunkness can make people do amusing feats.
And yet, with the tavern always full of drunk people, none of them had ever dared to do that.
~~And long and tiring was the walk through the Toren Islands three...~~
"The usual, please?" a familiar voice asked, and Kieran's hands immediately got to work--she didn't need to look to know who it came from and what he was ordering. Regulars tended to simply say "the usual", which was annoyingly lazy and something Kieran had to constantly tolerate, and as such she had trained herself to determine drinks based on the voices of her customers. Unconventional, yes, but practical, and if there was one thing that the Gothfraidhs instilled in Kieran it was to be always practical. This time, the voice had belonged to a man named Fionn--a regular of the tavern, even before Kieran begun to manage it.
Eventually, she had a nice Sandstorm ale in her hand, but before she could hand it over to the customer, he shook his head and pointed at a central table. "No, no, not for me. Her, please. A nice voice deserves a nice drink." he requested, pointing a bit more clearly so as to help Kieran see who in the world he was actually pointing at. Eventually, Kieran recognized it as the girl from earlier, the one who had stood atop the table and belted out the most...memorable song in Tartus history.
~~Until he realized he shoulda just sailed a ship to sea!~~ ~~Sailed a ship to sea! Sailed a ship to sea!~~ ~~The young lad realized he shoulda just sailed a ship to seaaaaaa!~~
"Ellis!" Kieran called out to the nearest waitress, but it seemed the woman was still occupied with a few other customers. I should really hire another waitress, the young bartender thought to herself, but such matters had to be dealt with later, when the crowds have dissipated and there was more room for thinking. Heaving a small sigh, Kieran opened the door of her counter and proceeded to head to the blonde girl's table herself, the Sandstorm ale in hand. Producing a small clear of the throat as she approached, Kieran offered the girl as well as the surrounding customers a smile before gesturing her head at the direction of Fionn. "Fionn sends his regards, says your voice is nice." she nodded unconsciously in agreement, watching with an amused smile as Fionn waved a shy (was that really shy?) greeting at the girl. Lowering down the ale on the table, Kieran added with a grin, "Believe me, he's not usually like this. Your voice is doing wonders."
Harbor laughed as the people in the tavern sang along with her. She had never been shy and certainly wasn't going to start with a group of mostly buzzed or drunk patrons on the island of Tartus. She thought nothing at all of her voice, she hadn't been singing because she was good at it, simply because it sounded fun. And no, she also wasn't drunk yet. Simply on a high from all the loud laughter and general atmosphere of the well known tavern.
At the end of her song she had hopped off of the table with enough grace to at least prove that she was not yet drunk. At 128 years old she certainly hoped she could hold her liquor better than that. It wasn't long after she had got down, standing beside the table and chatting with whoever was currently there when the bartender approached her with a drink.
A very very beautiful bartender as well.
She looked over at Fionn as the woman gestured towards him and the man waved, a shy wave. How boring. Harbor didn't have time for boring. She was far more interested in who the bartender was. She grinned and chuckled. "So what is he usually like?" She asked with a smirk, her way of asking what kind of person Fionn was and if the bartender had an opinion on whether or not she should accept the drink or not as apparently the woman knew enough about him to talk about what he was 'usually' like.
Post by Kieran Gothfraidh on Sept 12, 2018 8:43:04 GMT -5
The young bartender cocked an amused eyebrow--the petite woman barely acknowledged the wave Fionn had given her, and that subtle reaction (or lack thereof) spoke volumes about the woman's interest in Fionn (or, again, lack thereof). As such, when the blonde asked a question, the first thing that popped inside Kieran's mouth was, "Oh, well, he's a happy drunk," She answered with a grin. Kieran figured that sugarcoating wasn't going to do Fionn's advances any favors. "Extremely happy drunk--he lights the whole bar up the moment he's had enough tankards," Or maybe Fionn lights it up too much, but Kieran decided that the girl was perceptive enough to notice the hint in her words. "So, yeah, I've never seen him look this shy. Do you have that effect on people then?"
Striking up the conversation had let Kieran take a closer look of the girl. She was pretty, that much was certain, and it wouldn't be a surprise if Fionn had noticed her with or without the voice--Kieran would have done the same, too. Well, in fact, she did. The bartender made sure to remember her face--just as she'd done so with most if not all of her potential customers. Stepping away from the table and towards her home turf--which was behind the counter--Kieran gave a small wink and grinned, "If one Sandstorm ale's not enough, just give me a call, aye?" she remarked, directing it at the girl but making sure the people in range also heard. It never hurt to give shameless advertising to the tavern's bestseller. A few red-faced men belted an agreement in unison, some froth from their tankards spilling out, and Kieran chuckled at the silliness of it all. Such things were common and yet it never failed to trigger the mischief in her.
Heading back to her original post, Kieran was expectedly bombarded with questions by Fionn. She figured he hadn't drank enough yet, which explained why he sounded calm and soft-spoken today. "So? What did she say?" he asked a bit too excitedly. Maybe he was indeed starting his happy drunk mode now. Kieran took out a bottle of rock scotch to serve to a customer before answering Fionn's question. Or rather, answering it without an answer. "I'm not a raven, Fionn--I don't pass messages from one person to another. Why don't you go and approach her to see for yourself?" she answered with a signature lopsided grin, holding no hard tone but firmly showing her position in his dilemma. Of course, one thing was obvious and it was the fact that the blonde girl didn't seem to show interest in Fionn, but who knows, right? Kieran was no matchmaker, so the will of Fate between two people wasn't something that she could govern. As Fionn went on his merry way towards the blonde girl, however, Kieran leaned to the side and mouthed silently to the girl with a bit of mischievous warning look: Prepare yourself!
Harbor scoffed a chuckle at Kieran's words on Fionn being an 'extremely happy drunk'. She smiled and shrugged her shoulders at Kieran's question. "It's not the first time. I think men often find my lack of fear to be...intimidating." She said with a sly smirk. She was never shy or coy and was loud enough that she didn't usually fall into the classic 'damsel' way that men often expected of women. This often particularly surprised Harbor when she was in the Toren Islands.
She took the offered drink and took a sip, how had she never had this particular drink before? It was pretty good. "I will." Harbor said as Kieran headed back to the bar, rather than turning her attention to Fionn, she took the moment to admire Kieran from behind and smiled to herself. Very nice indeed.
She took a few heavy chugs of the ale before setting it down on the table and not even trying to hide the fact that she was watching the interaction with the drunk Fionn and the bartender. When Fionn headed her way she pursed her lips in a poorly suppressed smile as woman behind the bar mouthed a silent warning. She shot her a quick wink before Fionn reached her.
As Fionn spoke to her he did so in a weird mixture of being shy but also rather happy, it came off as pretty up and down and confusing. Yep, definitely drunk. But Harbor had an idea. "Thanks for the drink." She said sweetly. Harbor was pretty good and playing the part when she wanted to. "Oh yes, it was my pleasure m'lady." Fionn said with a small bow, trying to charm her. "After that beautiful singing...I, uh, I just felt you should be, uh, rewarded." Well that was a weird way to say it. She chuckled and looked at him from under her lashes, acting as if she was falling for his moves. "This is pretty good." She said, tapping her glass of ale with her finger nail, making it ding softly. "I'd really like to see more of what this tavern has to offer. Maybe we could have a tasting party together?" She asked with a suggestive smile.
Fionn stuttered and grinned and hurriedly moved back to Kieran to ask for at least 5 different drinks, and one for each of them, 10 drinks total. Harbor raised her eyebrows playfully and winked again to Kieran as Fionn pulled out the coin to pay for all the drinks. Harbor was happy to provide the tavern with more income, it was too easy.
Post by Kieran Gothfraidh on Sept 13, 2018 9:17:25 GMT -5
Kieran was no stranger to eavesdropping--as the (secret) runner of a (secret) spy network, it was kind of part of her job description, and as such it wasn't very hard to discern what Harbor and Fionn were conversing about. Sure, the general noise of the bar made it slightly hard, but Kieran had thrived in it for three years and despite that she could manage to identify a customer's drink based on their voices, right? And so she listened, and she grinned, and later on, she couldn't help but laugh.
In a lowkey way, of course.
Kieran shot Harbor another amused look, silently saying that she knew what the blonde was up to. It was only further confirmed the moment Fionn turned around and hurriedly staggered back towards Kieran, eventually splattering coins onto the table. "Five different drinks, please!" he literally belted out, a shit-eating grin on his face as if he'd just been kissed by heaven. And sure, it would have been the case if Kieran didn't know any better. "Two of each, so that's..." it took him a moment to do the math, and the bartender was trying so hard not to laugh as she bit her lower lip in suppression.
"Ten." Kieran quietly answered.
"TEN!" Fionn was quick to supply.
The bartender rolled her eyes and chuckled, taking out the requested drinks that she estimated would equal to the coins Fionn had palmed down the counter. A Toren scotch, alarrana rum, pyr coffee, highland rum, and of course: a Sandstorm ale. Placing five on two separate trays, this time Kieran was adamant on calling Ellis to help get the drinks over to where Fionn and Harbor were. Somehow, Fionn had managed to prepare two combined tables to place the drinks on--drunkness can indeed make people do amusing feats. Setting the trays down carefully, Kieran grinned at Harbor and whispered a bit closer. "A tasting party eh? Brilliant," she remarked with a chuckle, stepping aside to let the two face each other. "You just gave me an idea," she added, although she wasn't sure Harbor heard through all the beginning cheers and the fact that it had been a mutter.
Harbor watched the interaction between the bartender and Fionn, she really needed to learn that beautiful woman's name. She rolled her eyes with a smirk when Fionn couldn't even manage to do the math to ten on his own. Oh man, either this guy was an idiot or too drunk for cohesive though. Neither were Harbor's cup of tea for a true companion, however...he did make the perfect kind of person to con and she couldn't help but milk it.
They returned and Harbor gave Ellis a smile and a nod of greeting and then smirked at Kieran as the woman grinned and whispered to her. She raised her eyebrows quickly in a playful expression to thank her. She glanced over a Fionn as he settled himself down again with a very proud smile. She absolutely heard Kieran when the woman spoke again. While Harbor was looking at Fionn, her focus was actually completely on Kieran. "And what idea is that?" She asked while Fionn had turned to another man and proudly boasted of his brilliance.
Post by Kieran Gothfraidh on Sept 17, 2018 17:46:45 GMT -5
"Well," a mischievous glint was evident in Kieran's eyes as she spoke, "Drinking contests aren't as glamorous as this 'tasting party' of yours, but I imagine customers will pay just as much." She wondered if, to Harbor, 'tasting party' had been just a fancier term for a drinking contest. The bartender certainly liked how it was worded, then--as well as how the blonde had so easily coaxed Fionn into paying for ten drinks in the span of five seconds. It wasn't like Kieran had never seen someone do it before, of course--Tartus was an island filled to the brim with such endeavors. Rather, she'd caught interest in Harbor because the blonde was subtle and clever in her tricks.
And those two things were just up Kieran's street.
"Drinking contest?" Fionn was definitely getting drunker and drunker by the minute, if the volume of his voice was anything to judge by. Kieran was just glad he wasn't slurring yet, or the whole tavern would have been a complete earsore. "Is this a drinking contest, then? Because I'm definitely up for it. Yeah!!!" Before anyone could even interrupt, a group of men supported Fionn's decision by screaming along with him--thus solidifying the fact that what was supposed to be a simple 'tasting party' between Fionn and Harbor had now become a competition for half the taverngoers to enjoy.
Somehow, Kieran wasn't the least bit worried about Harbor's sobriety. "Down 'em up and have fun!" she leaned down to whisper on the blonde's ear, subtly saying that she was rooting for this stranger. The young bartender had a certain knack for analyzing things and guessing what the outcome would be, either out of instinct or procedural skill, but this time it had been a tiny gut feeling. Eventually, after a few more unheard cheers, Kieran stepped back and returned to the counter. As much as the bartender wanted to watch the 'tasting party' up close, she still had other customers to attend to. Besides, it wasn't like she was missing out, right? With eavesdropping ears and keen eyes, she could still easily enjoy the show from afar. Fortunately, the queue did mellow down as most of the taverngoers had their eyes on a table (two tables) that stuck out from the rest—their voices cheering on both Fionn and Harbor and the ten colorful drinks asymmetrically lined up on the table. All the bartender could do was grin and watch.
Hmmm. Now Harbor hadn't exactly meant to turn into a drinking contest, she had simply been trying to get the man to buy more drinks that he needed to, which would benefit the tavern even if it didn't directly benefit her at the moment. However, at the suggestion she smirked, her eyes flitting up mischievously to the bartender.
Fionn quickly agreed and the cheering ensued. Harbor bit her lip as Kieran whispered in her ear, the soft feel of her warm breath against her skin gave her chills in all the best ways. She grinned slyly as she looked over at the already drunk Fionn. This would be too easy. "Oh I will." She said softly just before the woman walked away.
Harbor then perked up and addressed the cheering crowd. "Alright alright, but be warned Fionn, I'm not as dainty as I look." She said with a smirk and wink. This caused even more cheering from the group and Fionn raised his eyebrows confidently. Surely this petite little woman wouldn't be able to out drink him. The downside was that he was already at least mildly drunk and Harbor wasn't even buzzed yet.
"But I'm not about to put on a show for free." She said to the group around her with an alluringly playful smile. "So start placing your bets!" She called out. There was an instant reaction of movement and hollering as people began to place bets on who would win. Harbor waited for a few moments and then lifted the first glass and smiled at Fionn. "Whenever you're ready."
The drinking contest began and Harbor did in fact drink the first one. After that though she expertly began to use practiced slight of hand that would allow her to casually dump her drink without being noticed, even with so many people watching her. The trick was to keep their eyes where she wanted them and move with the skilled hand of someone who had been doing this for longer than most or all of these folks had even been alive.
They only made it to the third drink when Fionn literally passed out and fell backwards to the floor as his body leaned back. Cheers erupted and money was exchanged and a few particularly kind souls even helped Fionn to his feet and somewhere relatively safe, or at least out of the way.
Many words were given to Harbor and she certainly caught the eye of a small number of other men but she easily maneuvered her way away from them and back to the bar. "Too easy." She said with a wink to the woman as she climbed onto one of the bar stools, actually tucking her knees under her as she leaned her forearms against the top of the bar.
"I'm Harbor by the way. What's your name?" She asked. She would definitely rather have talked to this woman than Fionn any day.
Post by Kieran Gothfraidh on Sept 25, 2018 10:25:13 GMT -5
No matter how many customers approached, Kieran's attention never diverted away from the "drinking contest" that had somehow ensued in the near middle of the tavern. The mischievous, amused expression on her face lightened up more and more as the event progressed, silently rooting for the blonde woman and expecting the already-drunk Fionn to knock himself out to oblivion. That was a bit unstrategic of him, and probably even more so for those that had placed their bets on him--albeit Kieran was sure only a few pockets would be lighter today. She was still overly impressed at how the blonde stranger had so easily made money go around not only from one person but eventually from half the tavern's population. It reminded Kieran of when she was still younger, going around and conning people without exactly doing anything illegal--they'd willingly taken out their pockets, after all.
And then, the final straw came and turned the bartender's grin into a melodic laugh.
She'd seen it--how the blonde's deft hands let slip the liquor without anyone noticing. It was subtle, it was fast, and although Kieran had never seen any trick like it before she'd figured how the blonde stranger had done it--most tricksters would, and thankfully there weren't many tricksters in the vicinity. "Hey, Ellis? Do you know who she is? The girl drink-sparring with Fionn?" she called out when the waitress approached with a customer's order, to which Ellis shook her head with a simple 'no'.
Looks like that'll have to be remedied.
It wasn't long before the contest ended, and although Kieran wasn't on Fionn's side she still couldn't help but watch with concern as a few men dragged him out of the tavern. He was in good hands, no doubt, but then he'd probably have to deal with those who'd lightened their wallets rooting for him.
"Too easy." a familiar voice chimed in, and Kieran raised an amused eyebrow at the remark. With swift hands, she poured an alcoholic mix into a shot glass and slid it to the blonde's direction the moment she began to sit.
"Too easy, huh? The 'beating' part or the 'betting' part? Or both, then?" Kieran asked with a grin--notably teasing and implying that she'd seen what the blonde had done. "And yes, drink's on the house--figured you could use one after subtly dumping all the others down the floor."
She'd supplied a wink afterwards.
"Harbor," she tested the name on her lips, chuckling. Was she Istari, then? It was a pretty name to have--and certainly one so unique that Kieran could only wonder if Harbor had used it to her advantage before. "Nice to meet you, I'm Kieran, your friendly bartender." She opted for a handshake, smiling lopsidedly and leaning on the counter as well. "So, what brings you to these parts? I don't believe I've seen a pretty lady like you here before."
It was true--Kieran usually remembered the faces of her customers and it was definitely impossible for someone like Harbor to go by unnoticed.
Harbor chuckled at the question on what was too easy. "Both, definitely." she said with a sly grin and a wink. "Won't say no to a free drink." She lifted the glass towards the bartender in a silent toast and shot the drink down, closing her eyes as she savored the burning sensation moving through her body for a moment. "Well, I guess I technically did say no to a free drink back there didn't I?" she said with a laugh.
Kieran, it was a nice name, she liked it. It definitely sounded Toren to her but perhaps that was because they were on the Toren Islands right now. "The pleasure is all mine, Kieran." She said with a smile.
"I've been here before but it's been...a really long time." She explained. "I've been traveling around now for quite a while and decided to head back to my favorite island for a bit. Not sure how long I'll stay yet but couldn't resist a stop to the good old Ocean's Song. So, what about you? You seem like the one with all the authority around here. Or maybe I'm reading you wrong." she said, running her finger in slow circles around the rim of the shot glass.
Post by Kieran Gothfraidh on Oct 5, 2018 8:44:43 GMT -5
"Well, you'd have to make up your mind--your privilege to get free drinks every now and then depends on it." Kieran answered with a wink, swiftly pouring a glass of whiskey and sliding it over to a customer. It wasn't a rare thing for her to offer people free drinks, although Kieran held one rule when it came to doing so: only one free drink per person, per day. And only to customers she liked--anyone who knew this would have figured out by now that Harbor had just recently joined the list. "It's a fun tradition of mine: Free drinks to people I like," After which she pointed at Harbor, then to a few others in the tavern that fit the bill--which, to be frank, was probably half the tavern. "Welcome to the club."
A greenhorn in business would think that such methods led to bankruptcy. Kieran had established the "one-drink-per-person-per-day" rule for that same reason, plus the fact that the drinks usually came in shot glasses--instead of being an obstacle it instead became an interesting advantage for the tavern. People were more inclined to be nice, and it was also a nice incentive to enter the tavern. That, and the fact that Kieran was also making money out of her underground spy network, prevented the business from closing down. And Kieran was pretty sure that it was far from closing down.
She listened intently as Harbor answered, eyes lighting up in interest the more the blonde talked. Kieran wondered about what Harbor meant by "a really long time". Considering the fact that the woman was possibly Istari, it should have come as no surprise if she'd been here centuries ago, but still Kieran couldn't help but wonder. "Light-footed, are we? You must have seen a lot, learned a lot." she remarked with a smile, curiosity growing with every second. "Tell me, what's the most interesting thing you've witnessed in these travels of yours?"
She cocked an amused eyebrow the moment Harbor asked about her, impressively concealing the slight surprise on her face. It was rare for people to suspect that she was more than the tavern's bartender, and as such a small grin curved up her face when Harbor pointed it out. "Oh, am I?" she asked, tilting her head curiously with a chuckle. "Why do you think so, Harbor?" She was interested to know how Harbor's speculation came to being. --- tag: Harbor
Harbor grinned when Kieran expressed that she liked her, a pleasant little fire growing in the pit of her stomach. Did Kieran swing that way? Harbor didn't care, it wouldn't stop her from seeing what she could do to pursue her. But women were more challenging than men. Men hardly needed convincing most of the time, women were already more complicated beings but adding in the fact that she was also a women made it even more of a challenge. Harbor liked the challenge. It wasn't fun if it was easy.
"Sounds like a pretty spectacular club to be a part of." She said, after the woman had pointed out several others. "Least of all for the free drinks." She said with a sly grin, hinting that while that might be what most people liked about being on Kieran's good side, it was simply an added bonus for Harbor.
She nodded as the woman expressed interest in her travels. "Ya, I've been just about everywhere. After almost 130 years it would be sad if I hadn't." She said, admitted her race outright. She considered what the most interesting thing she had ever seen was, tapping her lip in thought for a moment. She had seen all sorts of things. Rulers come and go, battles for territory and women, things that would surely go down in history books if they hadn't already. "I once saw a two headed snake." She said with a chuckle. "No, the most interesting thing probably is also the least interesting. No matter who you are or where you come from or race you've been born into or how many years have passed, human nature is human nature and never changes."
The subject turned to Kieran and Harbor grinned. "For one, the free drinks. Not everyone has the ability to just give away what brings you income. Second, the way you seem to have so much respect and friendliness towards everyone you come in contact with. And finally...just your demeanor." She said with a half smirk. "Or that could simply all be chalked up to having worked her for a long time."
Post by Kieran Gothfraidh on Oct 7, 2018 11:00:22 GMT -5
The hint of a smirk tugged at the corners of Kieran's lips as Harbor spoke, leaning a bit closer as she answered. "Oh, and what would be your 'most'?" she asked, genuinely curious. Truth be told, the drinks were indeed usually the highest bonus of being on Kieran's good side, and while Kieran already had theories as to why Harbor had said the contrary, the bartender was not about to conclude.
"A two-headed snake, you say?" Kieran usually prided herself for holding a multitude of information, but a two-headed snake was not one of them. Still, her expression was more rooted in fascination rather than in surprise. She'd seen quite a lot, known quite a lot, despite being at the young age of 21--and if people with fourteen fingers could manage to exist then certainly there was room in the world for a two-headed snake. "Well, that's one way to make a metaphor," she remarked with a grin, referring to both Harbor's first and second statements. "A two-headed snake, both thinking the other's biggest interests are the most uninteresting."
She took in what Harbor had said, seeing if she could fully contemplate it later in the absence of the tavern's drunken noises. Kieran always did so with most things in her life, despite such a fact not being so obvious. It helped her realize more than expected, helped her see what she hadn't seen or hear what she hadn't heard. A time to replay, in other words. "Change is the only thing constant, they say," 130 years was a long time, and Kieran wondered how many changes Harbor had been through in that lifetime.
Maybe she could find out herself one day.
"Your observance is impressive," And she could say that it truly was--or maybe no one has ever achieved such because they were too drunk to do so. It was certainly a perk only a tavern could give. Kieran grinned mischievously as she gave quiet applause, nodding at Harbor to go on until the woman reached all three of her conclusions. "My demeanor?" she asked with a curious tilt of the head. Kieran wondered what Harbor meant by that, but decided not to push it too much. She wasn't fond of talking too much about herself--oftentimes things were always wrong or there was always something accidentally given away. "Hrm, would three years be a long time, then?"
A small chuckle escaped her lips before she finally caved in. "I get the feeling you've met my father before. He ran this establishment before I took over." Eoin Gothfraidh was, technically, not her real father--and Kieran never really had the right to call him one until she was branded a true Gothfraidh. Still, he'd raised her, and sometimes that was enough for someone to be considered a parent. "I mean, he wasn't posing as a bartender at that time, but he was pretty active around the tavern. Does the name Eoin Gothfraidh ring a bell to you?"
There was always an equal possibility that Harbor hadn't heard of him, but Kieran was taking a jab at it anyway.
What would be the most? Harbor lifted her lips into a slow tantalizing smirk. "I'm still deciding." She said, glancing up and down at Kieran, or at least what she could see from behind the bar, without hiding what she was doing. Kieran said she was impressively observant and Harbor grinned. "Only when it comes to things I find...intriguing." She said and shrugged when she asked about her demeanor. It was hard to put into words and not worth the effort it would take to explain it in an eloquent way. "Three years huh?" She thought about it and placed her index finger on her lips in thought. "Ya probably, that's a good amount of time to know the clientele anyway."
She considered the name of Kieran's father. "Eoin...Eoin..." She said, pondering. "You know it sounds familiar but I've never been good at remembering people who don't really stand out to me. If he worked here then I probably saw him, but unless it was something more substantial then I don't bother. It's too much for one person to try to remember everything after so long." She admitted.