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Kale = Clan Blade
Drunk, and Old Man = BattIeHunter
Barrem = CrazyGuru01
Stable Hand = KorionSenyu55
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Kale: ::Eyes scanned the simple town, nothing seemed too special about it. He'd only passed through once or twice, due to the apparent insignificance of it::
Kyrin: ::takes a puff on his pipe:: We will gather supplies and rest. We will head out in the morning as usual.
Kale: ::He continued to watch what little went on here, only giving a shallow nod to Kyrin's words::
Kyrin: ::empties his pipe out be tapping it against a post lightly:: Ok then. Where to first?
Kale: Food, then the inn. We can set out early and get supplies on the way out.
Kyrin: Ok. Sounds like a plan. ::Starts toward the tattered old bar.::
Kyrin: ::notices an old man de-mounting an old mule out front of the bar. The mule seems to be suffering from exhaustion, and from the looks of it the old man cant be too far behind.:: Good day sir!
Old Man: ::The old man's face would appear almost as long as the ass's. Tied from exhaustion as he slowly pulled a rather small stick from the mule's side. The gnarled oak of the stick would serve as a sort of walking stick as the white haired wrinkled man would shuffle by. Obviously his hearing wasn't the best since he didn't even seem to regard the two young males .One of which whom had just called out to him. The strange old man would adjust two pieces of glass on his nose as he began to squint while starring at a sign:: " Gah. What does this thing say. You! Sonneh' tell an ole' man what tis says! " ::The old fool would shake his cane at the one whom had spoken to him only moments before::
Kyrin: ::jogs to catch up to the old man, jumps in front of him and says.:: Excuse me sir. I couldn't help but notice that you looked a little tiered. Can i buy you something to eat or drink?
Kale: ::Kale's brow lowered, eyes narrowing. He held back from commenting on Kyrin's needless offer to waste travelling resources on a stranger::
Old Man: " Eh? What 'ou sah' sunnah'? Speak up! Ah am too old to be hearin' your mutterins'! " ::The old man would wave his stick about in a slightly angered way while narrowing those already narrow slits at the young man in front of him.::
Kyrin: I’m sorry... ::clears his throat and speaks a little louder this time:: I said can I get you something to eat or drink.? ::looks at Kale kinda half laughing and half sympathetically :: I don’t think the poor man understood a word I just said.
Old Man: " What? Ah said speak up, youngin'! " ::The man would close his eyes slowly still waving that walking stick about wildly.:: " Youngins' these days. No respect ah tell you! No respect! " ::The old man would mutter to himself while pointing to the sign:: " Read it, youngin, you can read right? "
Kale: ::Crossing his arms, he leans against the outside wall of the bar:: Just read the sign, Kyrin, we don't have time for him.
Kyrin: ::looks at Kale puzzled:: What sign??? He is pointing the ass's ass?!?!
Kale: ::Just a simple shrug:: Humor him.
Kyrin: ::looks at the old man in an odd way.:: It says that it is time for you to eat my friend! Come and drink with us!
Old Man: " Ass!? Who are you callin an ass you ungratefull lil.." ::Of course the old man's hearing was just horrible enough to pick up on the male's voice once it was raised high enough.. His stick would continue to wave back and forth until it was needed for him to move about.:: " No respect these kids have these days.."
Kale: Ah... ::He turns away, shaking his head::
Kyrin: ::shakes his head:: I give up. Come on Kale!
Old Man: ::And so the midget like old man would begin to walk away, grumbling while shaking his fist. That is until he saw a stool and approached it..:: " So. What’s a lovely young lady like you doing out here at this time...? “
Kale: Hm. ::He turned and headed after Kyrin::
Kyrin: ::looks at Kale:: If I ever get like that when I am old I will pay you now to go ahead and put me out of my misery. ::Tosses him one silver piece.::
Kale: ::A hand snaps it out of the air:: ...alright.
Kyrin: But for now. Lets drink. ::heads into the bar and sits on the nearest available stool.::
Kale: ::As he comes into the bar, he approaches Kyrin from behind, speaking low to him:: Change of plan. I'll go get us some supplies. I'll meet back up with you in the morning.
Kyrin: Ok... ::tosses him some money:: Here is some money for the supplies. I will drink one for you I guess then?
Kale: ::Catches the pouch:: Sure.
KyrinVistall: Till then.
Kale: ::Turning, he soon makes his way to the door::
Barrem: ::head pops up from behind the oak wood bar. His bottle rim glasses gently reflecting the candlelight overhead, he glances at the potential customers::
Kyrin: ::turns to the bar tender and examines his shirt.:: Sooo.. Barrem is it? Lets say you get me a drink. An ale. Please.
Drunk: ::And so, a rather large mug would be swung around. Nearly hitting the newest patron as its holder would simply grin dimly and laugh..:: " Oye! Little man! Good to see you here! " ::Of course the drunken fool wouldn't know whom he
Barrem: ::rises, wiping his hands across his dirtied, off-white apron, and turns to the assorted bottles behind him::
Drunk: was speaking to. The strange young man with the un-brushed hair and beard would simply laugh and belch in the male's face before smiling once more:: " Another round, dear tender! "
Barrem: ::picks up a light green bottle roughly eight inches high, then retrieves a mug from under the bar. Then glances warily at the old man, afraid that another round might be coming up from the old man the same way it went it, and sets the green bottle of ale in front of Kyrin::
Kyrin: ::as he waits he notices a field out back through the window. Horses run through the field as if playing tag. A young man working in the field catches his eye. He seemed to have a large axe strapped to his back. ::
Barrem: ::sets the mug down, and begins to pour the ale for Kyrin, periodically glancing at him for the cue to stop::
Kyrin: ::Waves his hand to motion to Barrem to stop.::
Barrem: ::stops and pushes the drink in front of Kyrin.::
Kyrin: ::shrugs it off and places a coin on the table and takes the ale... Turns it up and chugs it down.:: Thanks
Barrem: Much obliged....
Drunk: ::The strange young drunkard would quickly put down his own mug. Slamming it down before pointing into it once more.:: " Another, Tender! "
Barrem: ::walks down the bar, before addressing the old man:: What would you have?
Kyrin: I'll be back Barrem. Have me another ale waiting for me. ::Gets up and walks out of the bar.::
In the field
Stable hand: ::The stable hand worked slowly and efficiently; a man used to doing this sort of work. He wore nothing on his upper body but that wicked half-moon bladed ax balanced with a silvery spike on the other end of the thick wooden shaft. Usually he wore it at his waist, but it got in the way too much there when doing work. His trousers were broad and barely touched his legs, and hay was placed randomly about it, where it had stuck to him. The man looked to be just under or into his adulthood years, and seemed not too happy::
Kyrin: ::walks out into the field examining the young man.:: Excuse me. Might I acquire a moment of your time young man?
Stable hand: Sir? ::He said turning, then, his face as young as expected.. his skin lightly tanned like one used to time out in the sun. He scratched lightly at his head, covered in black hair cut low:: What can I do you for, good Sir? ::The young man took a few steps forward, now that he was closer it was clear his eyes were brown and on his face was a faint stubble.. he needed to shave, but it seemed not every day that he must do so::
Kyrin: ::Examines the young man.:: I was wondering about these horses. Are they yours?
Stable hand: ::He took a look back over his shoulder, watching the stallions and mares move about in their play. They couldn't get out, the fence was built high enough to ensure that:: No.. But, I do take care of them. ::Dark brown eyes darted to the left and right to make sure no one was close enough to overhear what he said next:: But.. I did watch you come in..... Listen.. I want to get out of this town. ::He leaned forward a bit, his face taking on an eager expression and his voice dropping down in pitch::
Kyrin: ::looks at him interested:: Really? Well I am on a journey to the north end of this continent. I wanted to acquire a faster mode of transport for me and one other. These hoarse might prove very useful. You are more than welcome to come with us. ::looks at his back side:: Do you know how to use that axe?
Stable hand: I've never had to use it in combat, but.. ::No one was close enough to hear but the horses, and he knew they couldn't make sense of it all anyway:: ..If we're in a fight, I'm sure to prove useful with it. Tonight. I'll have the horses and saddled for you tonight.
Kyrin: Ok then. I will meet you in the stable at an hour past midnight. Be ready with everything you will need for the journey. I trust you by doing this. Don’t fail me, or I cannot insure your safety. You understand?
Stable hand: I do. And don't worry, Sir. You can count on me. ::The quick smile he flashed him showed his certainty of being able to complete the task given to him. He gave a tiny little bow to the man and then turned to go about his usual chores as if nothing were out of the ordinary::
Kyrin: ::smiles:: Till then... ::and walks off casually::
Kyrin: ::Re-enters the bar smiling. Notices Barrem still struggling to satisfy the drunk’s endless thirst. Kyrin moves over to the bar and takes his seat. He picks up his drink and chugs it down, then slides a coin to Barrem.:: Better get me another Barrem. I feel tonight is going to be very interesting.
End of chapter two.
