Old Taverns; Crates; Golden Earrings

originally posted September 25, 2006

I visited an old haunt the other day, a tavern. Years ago, I spent nearly all of my nights there and a good portion of my days drinking paga and raping slave girls. Mostly, it was the drinking. Before we departed on the journey that spanned seasons rather than hands, I met a fellow there to conduct business. The fellow and the business conducted are not what needs be spoken of, but the fact that the tavern seemed desolate, not looked after. A filthy, much beaten girl served the paga. The owner, a good old sort, could barely be roused from his place behind the bar. He is no longer there, nor is the girl. There are new proprietors and new slave girls. If they are successful in reestablishing the business over the next several months, I imagine it will be due to the men and women who once patronized the place being convinced to do so again. That remains to be seen.
Boxes, crates and the like were delivered yesterday to both Samsara and the Boarding House. Things, really. The stuff acquired on the trips. Vases and such crafted by the Six Girl will be in one of the crates. The tabors, in three different sizes, and a flute will be in another. There are props, rolled canvases as well as set pieces, in several other crates. Bolts of fabric and finished costuming are packed away in large trunks. It is a lot of stuff. Crates of stuff. Samsara's great room, of course, has always been an open space. There was plenty of room for the boxes returned there. In one will be a lyre for the girl, Joy. The crates delivered to the Boarding House, however, crowd the main room. There will be a lot of cataloguing and inventory work to do, things that Arjentia would have seen to. Knowing her stubborn mien, she is likely bringing a certain red-haired Merchant to his wits end at the moment, so I will have to do the accounting myself.
I put earrings on the girl, Nirah. A Leather Worker on the Street of Brands, Octavian, did it. They are gold, to match the ring that hangs from her septum. Hoops of medium gauge and size. I cannot begin to describe how lewd the combination is.