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Aesha · June 16, 2006, 12:13 AM

It didn't take long for the group of Katta to acquire a round of ales, and they were soon merrily drinking away and chatting in their own Kattarian language before any of the regulars of the tavern thought to approach them. In fact, most people were trying to avoid them like the plague, and only the very courageous even glanced at them. It was quite clear that the patrons of the tavern did not know what to make of the furred, foreign beasts.

The particular Katta that Khaellii approached was one of the cheetari that sat at the table, the most common breed currently in the group. Like most of them, he wore only a loin cloth, but both his wrists were adorned with strings of beads, which were made from different colours of expertly carved and polished woods. He flicked an ear as the half-elf approached, obviously a little surprised that any human would approach their table. He gave the witch a curious stare for a moment, even affronted by her forwardness or trying to work out the language. It was not clear that the Katta even knew the Common language of Alleria, but after a few moment he shrugged his furred shoulders with a twitch of his whiskers and looked curiously at the wares that Khaellii was offering.

"Yurr, I wonderrrr, whart they do, yurr?"

It was clear by his speech that the Katta were certainly not used to the language, and didn't have an immensely clear grasp of it, but nevertheless his sentence was mostly understandable.

Meanwhile, one of the Katta, a quite, more reserved type than most of the others, had noticed Keirron and was watching her with a curious air. The Katta was male like the rest of the crowd, and their bosterious and slightly rowdy manner would have them pegged as labourers in any nation. It was therefore easy enough to assume that they were most likely the sailors that handled the Kattarian ships on the way to Prime, since the servants of the ambassadors were probably of a more reserved nature.

The Katta continued to sip slowly at his ale, and rather than conversing with the Cheetari around him took an interest in the doodles Keirron was drawing. He was not like the others, being of Persettie origin rather than the wilderkatta Cheetaris, and apart from one other, he was the only one there of the domesticatta breeds. Due to the strict seperation of the classes of wilder and domestikatta on Kattaria it was clear that he was not sure how Keirron would take his attention. His green eyes regarded the female katta with curiousity, but he made no move to speak to her, because of the racial differences, and just sipped his ale, and watched the movement of her drawing implements. The scholarly Persettie looked somewhat out of place seated amongst all the rowdier Cheetari.

When Ian approached the table, the nearest of the Cheetari, once with an unsual black stripe down the centre of his nose, regarded him appraisingly, with a curious look. So far the humans of the tavern had been avoiding the group, and Ian had been one of the first to join the foreigners as they enjoyed the drink. it was quite obvious from the Katta's manner that he was dubious about Ian joining the group, but a free ale was certainly a prospect that wasn't about to be turned down. Again, the Cheetari showed only a rudamentary grasp of the language, and his accent made it difficult to understand but the meaning was fairly easy to pick up once the accentual differences were overcome. He gave Ian a nod and waggled his already empty ale mug at him.

"Sera! Yurr, 'Nother ale, good. Sit, sit! Yourrrr name?"

Kaetal was rather lucky, and just as he had ordered drinks for himself and the man he had bumped into, a table of two vacated itself. The previous occupants, two men who looked as if they had popped in after a hard day's work, decided to call it a night and left the table and two chairs free. The only catch was, it was right next to the table of Katta, and perhaps the men had only decided to leave because they had not liked being in such close proximity to the strangers. No one in Alleria knew whether the arrival of the Kattarian fleet was good or not, but when they invaded the local pub it was obviously a little too close for comfort for some people.

June 16, 2006, 12:13 AM	#6 (permalink)
Aesha Former Staff Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 3,508 Blog Entries: 3 Total Awards: 5	It didn't take long for the group of Katta to acquire a round of ales, and they were soon merrily drinking away and chatting in their own Kattarian language before any of the regulars of the tavern thought to approach them. In fact, most people were trying to avoid them like the plague, and only the very courageous even glanced at them. It was quite clear that the patrons of the tavern did not know what to make of the furred, foreign beasts. The particular Katta that Khaellii approached was one of the cheetari that sat at the table, the most common breed currently in the group. Like most of them, he wore only a loin cloth, but both his wrists were adorned with strings of beads, which were made from different colours of expertly carved and polished woods. He flicked an ear as the half-elf approached, obviously a little surprised that any human would approach their table. He gave the witch a curious stare for a moment, even affronted by her forwardness or trying to work out the language. It was not clear that the Katta even knew the Common language of Alleria, but after a few moment he shrugged his furred shoulders with a twitch of his whiskers and looked curiously at the wares that Khaellii was offering. "Yurr, I wonderrrr, whart they do, yurr?" It was clear by his speech that the Katta were certainly not used to the language, and didn't have an immensely clear grasp of it, but nevertheless his sentence was mostly understandable. Meanwhile, one of the Katta, a quite, more reserved type than most of the others, had noticed Keirron and was watching her with a curious air. The Katta was male like the rest of the crowd, and their bosterious and slightly rowdy manner would have them pegged as labourers in any nation. It was therefore easy enough to assume that they were most likely the sailors that handled the Kattarian ships on the way to Prime, since the servants of the ambassadors were probably of a more reserved nature. The Katta continued to sip slowly at his ale, and rather than conversing with the Cheetari around him took an interest in the doodles Keirron was drawing. He was not like the others, being of Persettie origin rather than the wilderkatta Cheetaris, and apart from one other, he was the only one there of the domesticatta breeds. Due to the strict seperation of the classes of wilder and domestikatta on Kattaria it was clear that he was not sure how Keirron would take his attention. His green eyes regarded the female katta with curiousity, but he made no move to speak to her, because of the racial differences, and just sipped his ale, and watched the movement of her drawing implements. The scholarly Persettie looked somewhat out of place seated amongst all the rowdier Cheetari. When Ian approached the table, the nearest of the Cheetari, once with an unsual black stripe down the centre of his nose, regarded him appraisingly, with a curious look. So far the humans of the tavern had been avoiding the group, and Ian had been one of the first to join the foreigners as they enjoyed the drink. it was quite obvious from the Katta's manner that he was dubious about Ian joining the group, but a free ale was certainly a prospect that wasn't about to be turned down. Again, the Cheetari showed only a rudamentary grasp of the language, and his accent made it difficult to understand but the meaning was fairly easy to pick up once the accentual differences were overcome. He gave Ian a nod and waggled his already empty ale mug at him. "Sera! Yurr, 'Nother ale, good. Sit, sit! Yourrrr name?" Kaetal was rather lucky, and just as he had ordered drinks for himself and the man he had bumped into, a table of two vacated itself. The previous occupants, two men who looked as if they had popped in after a hard day's work, decided to call it a night and left the table and two chairs free. The only catch was, it was right next to the table of Katta, and perhaps the men had only decided to leave because they had not liked being in such close proximity to the strangers. No one in Alleria knew whether the arrival of the Kattarian fleet was good or not, but when they invaded the local pub it was obviously a little too close for comfort for some people.