A Rousing Game (EE 1)

[Alessia]

Rolling her shoulders she worked out a bit of tension that suddenly sprang up, rolling her wrist out of site she put on a warm smile.

"I can do that, given I am just as drunk off of your coin I don't think it'll be that hard to find the place in my heart to forgive you Maester," she said. With a glance to the side she made a mental note for herself and then back to the table for another drink.

"Perhaps it might be time to put down the drink for the night, however?" she suggested as a thought.

[Maester Oswell]

"Out-logic-ed by a slip of a girl? They'll rescind my enrolment at the Citadel for that one." Oswell joked, but still laid down his mug at her suggestion.

"Makes sense though, some of us have further to go to find our beds than just up the stairs here. And while I may have more practice than you at this, I doubt my sedentary lifestyle can match your more rigorous constitution."

[Alessia]

"You might surprise yourself Maester, but I don't intend to make it a competition," she said with a light smile. "You will make it back without worry I hope? With the sun set the roads are far more treacherous for your form of travel. You will forgive me if I worry for a new friend."

[Maester Oswell]

"Aye, I may take a little while to water down what I've partaken of already, but I shan't have difficulty finding my way. The stubborn beast out the front will be doing all the hard work after all." Oswell answers as he pulls away from the table slightly to offer Alessia somewhat of a bow.

[Alessia]

Sure to place a hand on the table, she stood in front of Oswell. Looking for a little more than just a bow she offered her other hand to him, tilted so as to make as little suggestion as to if she wanted him to treat it like that of a proper lady.

"Then I will rest easy," she said, glancing for a moment about the room. "I should find the tavern keep now, secure that room before it becomes too late."

[Maester Oswell]

Born a nobleman, the gesture wasn't lost on Oswell and gentle fingers cradled Alessia's own, as the Maester's lips alighted upon the back of her hand with all the intangible weight of a butterfly's caress.

"Then I bid you good evening milady and safe passage through these drunken waters." He offers as a parting farewell.

[Alessia]

"Safe travels to your home, Maester," she offered in friendly parting. Albeit noting his choice with a gentle flick of the eye from his hand to elsewhere.

[Maester Oswell]

"And you milady, just please try not to be too enthusiastic in the drubbings you hand out. I've only so many hours in the day to tend to your victims." He jests before wheeling his way out into the night.

/exit

[Alessia]

With a light laughter she saw him on his way, glanced toward the table once and then sought out the tavern keep to secure a room for the night.