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*A familiar, if probably unwanted, face comes into view as Ives takes a seat next to the other.* Well well, fancy meeting you here. It' a pleasure.

Looking up from her mug she laughs a somewhat liquid laugh. "I was wondering why I was buzzing. Hello, Colonel how are you on this evening? Let me get you a drink."

That would be most kind of you.

Are you a regular here, by any chance? It would be nice to know who here is, ah, worth my time.

Lifting a hand she catches the attention of a server and indicates another round of drinks. The ambiance of the place is easy, laid back. People enjoying news and company after a hard day at work.

"Well look at you, so thoughtful and polite, Colonel, I appreciate your asking. I would request you not make dinner out of the guests here."

None of them have a habit of making a nuisance of themselves, then? What a shame. *His eyes stray to a few people who are apparently the best-looking by whatever horrible standards a wendigo has.* I would especially enjoy the fellow in the red jacket and the hat that has far too many feathers on it, he looks like he would be most entertaining. The lady in that lovely ice-blue dress also looks good enough to eat, but the dress is far too nice to ruin . . .

*She should probably say something if she doesn't want to learn far too much about what he thinks of the other patrons--most of it along the lines of how manual laborers are too tough and merchants tend to be fatty, etc.*

The waitress comes back with two drinks and sets them down before giving the two of them a look and hurrying away.

"The problem with you, Colonel, besides the obvious, is that you need a hobby. Something constructive to do with your life. Something that allows for interesting conversation. For instance," Paladin takes a sip of the drink.

"If you collected butterflies you might tell an acquaintance about your latest find. Or if you were a carpenter you could make interesting things out of wood and give them as tokens of appreciation. Now wouldn't that be nice?"

Sadly, walking around in the woods is not a hobby that leads to interesting conversations. Especially since I've been living in the same place for about 170 years, so I could probably bore you in great detail about things I've done at a particular cliff, cave or river bank.

Unfortunately, my main hobbies are reading--which few people want to hear me ramble about when they could just read the book too--and cooking. You almost certainly don't want to hear about the cooking.

"You don't know that," Paladin points out. "If you saw something interesting, a particular beast or plant that people would want to know about." Maybe only certain types of people but the conversation could branch off from there.

"What books have you been reading, Colonel?" That seems a relatively safe topic and it has Paladin settling back into her chair.

I see a fair amount of deer and some quite pretty birds, and I go fishing sometimes. Nothing is usually that exciting, though, aside from a small snake or two.

Oh, all sorts. I'm rather fond of Algernon Blackwood's stories, and I find it amusing to correct history books when I can. Books about nature are rather interesting as well . . .

"Do you write to the publishers with your corrections?" Because that would be a highly amusing hobby.

"I had a friend once who was very old and kept insisting that the battle of the bloody glen was completely incorrect in the popular bard sone about it." Paladin remembers this with a sort of odd, fond smile on her face.

"I never had the heart to tell him that the song was a bit more interesting than what actually happened."

Occasionally. They never seem to pay attention, though--which is a shame, since I'm over 200 years old and therefore would know rather better.

The song generally is. Or at least more catchy.

"You can't remember everything that has happened over all that time," yeah, Paladin is calling on your bullshit. "What if you miss remember something? Then what?"

Paladin's foot taps the rhythm of the song and hums low under her voice. "I wish I had some skill in song, you might like it."

I'd still know better than people who heard about it third- or fourth-hand.

I'm sure I would.

"What about first hand accounts? Journal diaries or ruins from," there is a general 'whatever' motion with her hand. Who knows how historians do these things and come up with great big books of stories.

"What if there is already a really catchy song about it? You can't refute that evidence."

I suppose the actual accounts would be more accurate, but probably not what the historians make of them.

That's evidence, is it?

"If the historians who are writing books don't use first hand accounts I would look for new books. Or write a letter of protest, but then you would have to quote your source, which would be you, which might get interesting." As a Wendigo with first hand knowledge of this even I strongly object to...

"It's catchy evidence!" The Tiefling looks rather proud of this point.

I imagine that would worry people, yes. Rather like having a vampire or some such come in and complain.

'Catchy' is good for songs, but less so for evidence.

"Too bad vampires are crazed killing machines, one would get a lot of interesting information of them." Paladin muses with a quirk of a smile. "Somewhere out there is a vampire historian who could teach us quite a bit."

That's what she wishes to believe anyway.

"Bah, I don't believe that at all, catchy has never lied." Despite the fact that she has evidence to the contrary.

If not for the whole, ah, trying to drain you bit.

I have heard songs that outright contradict themselves, so I would have to disagree.

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If you don't mind two different threads?

Of course not!

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Want to continue the other thread as well, btw?

shit!

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