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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2014 20:53:36 GMT -5
It was a day like any other day, or rather later on. Mordecai wasn't too aware of the time of day or just didn't care for it at the moment. He was a man of peace and got through each day by scrounging up meager coin to pay for food. He had been in Fordeth about a week and already he wanted to leave. Though it was the capital of the Sovereign Kingdom of Cruinthe, the city was more or less a glorified bandit camp. To make a living, one had to be neck deep in corruption. It disgusting him. He'd be glad to leave.
Paying the barkeep out of what little coin he had on him, the traveling monk received his bowl of Salamander Stew and a tankard of ale. Mordecai didn't mind the taste of the food, even if it was sub-par but the economy in Fordeth was to blame. Nonetheless, it would be a fulfilling meal to end the day, one he would be thankful for. He had stopped halfway through his meal to pray, something he had forgotten due to the painful hunger that gripped his stomach. Once he finished, he got back to food and drink, aware of the staring he got from the other patrons. Out of them all, he was the most oddly dressed. Since his arrival, he has gotten into some fights too, much to his chagrin. Word spread though.
With the last spoonful of the stew done, he washed it down with a swig of the ale and exhaled heavily. It was a great meal and he was very thankful for it. Reaching into his tunic, Mordecai pulled out the small handful of coins he had left and counted them for the fifth time. Barely enough for another meager meal. He'd have to save it for when he reached the next village. Once he was on the road, things would be mildly easier since he knew how to find the edible plants and such.
"Things are never easy.." He muttered to himself. SM: 9/10 @ventus
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2014 20:17:07 GMT -5
The inn itself had a warm atmosphere. The front room – which played as a check-in entry, dining hall, and lounge, was filled with mostly wood furnishings. There were many tables and booths for people to gather, as well as a long bar for people to request rooms, food, or drinks. It was a fine establishment – one of the best in Fordeth and unlike most, it was open to all kinds of people. A pureblood elf widow ran it, but she had three foster children with human blood mixed with elven heritage.
Having just split from the conversation with his sister, Ventus made his way through the inn’s entry hall. He had just started scanning the hall for a possible travel-mate, when the innkeeper – his faster mother – put him to work.
“Don’t just stand there, wipe down the tables and bring back finished dishes,” She said, throwing a rag or two into his arms before darting back to the bar to take more requests.
“Oh come on, Ma’am!” But Ventus’ whining fell short. He huffed and got to it, “How am I supposed to be getting ready to leave when I have to do this stinking work?” He grumbled, going from one empty table to the next. He cleaned them as quickly as he could. When done with that, he took people’s finished meals, “I don’t even know what I’ll need in my travels to Mardock Duchy… And now I’ve gotta find someone else to go along? Ugh!” Ventus was still grumbling as he grabbed someone’s finished bowl of stew.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2014 23:36:55 GMT -5
Even over the din of the taproom, Mordecai became aware of a younger boy's voice conversing with the barkeep, or one of. Though it was rude to drop the eaves, he wasn't intentionally trying to listen in but was trained to pay acute attention to his surroundings. With his meal mostly done, Mordecai was focusing on the rest of the tavern while idly taking sips of his ale. Coincidentally, the same boy's voice he overheard was suddenly upon him while a server was taking his empty bowl. It took about a second for Morde to realize the two were one.
"Hey boy," The monk said firmly as he reached up quickly to tap the boy's wrist. "Said something about a traveling companion?"
What luck! Mordecai was preparing to leave Fordeth, the den of evil, and here was a young individual looking to leave as well. Who better to escort him than a battle-ready warrior? Though he was a total stranger, if the boy was in need of a traveler, he had a small pool of trustworthy people to choose from. SM: 8/10 @ventus
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2014 13:53:08 GMT -5
Startled out of him complaining, Ventus snapped his eyes down at his wrist. The customer he’d just cleaned up after had tapped him.
Was he not done with his stew? But it was pretty much gone… Maybe he’s one of those people that lick the bowl clean? I mean, I don’t blame him I do that too…
Ventus was one second from setting the bowl back down when he heard what the customer had to say. The tip of his ears twitched with intrigue and he finally turned his gaze to the stranger.
The man was ripped. Even though he looked as though he’d stand at Ventus’ height, he seemed so much bigger. He was holding a scarce amount of coins and looked a bit rugged around the edges when it came to a stable lifestyle, but this only tipped Ventus off to perceive the man as a true adventurer.
Cool.
“Yes,” He responded with a sly grin, “You interested?” This guy seemed as good as any for a travel companion when it came to protection.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2014 17:43:12 GMT -5
He had caught the boy's attention well enough, which was good. A quick glance at the rest of the room revealed no prying eyes or anyone doing their damnedest not to be looking at anything in particular. Returning his hard gaze back to boy, Mordecai gestured for him to sit in the chair across from him. It would be easier on him, rather than having to stand but also so not to draw any onlookers.
"Sit." He said simply. "That I am, yes. I myself was already making plans to leave and it is better to travel in company than alone. Who knows what could happen on the road? So, where is it you're intending to go?"
Sitting back in his chair, Mordecai exhaled softly and pick up the tankard once more, taking another swig from it. It whetted his thirst well enough but the taste left something to be desired. There hew as being judgmental again, something he couldn't help. It did fine to quench him, so he had nothing to complain about. Though he was a complete stranger would the boy confide in him? There shouldn't be a problem of that, it wasn't like Mordecai gave any reason to be distrusted. SM: 7/10 @ventus
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2014 15:25:34 GMT -5
Eager to discuss the details of this offer, Ventus did as he was told. He sat in the chair across from the man. “Exactly,” Ventus agreed to Mordecai’s concerns for travel – despite having been against teaming up until Élise practically pleaded for him to not go alone, “I’ve heard word of a craftsman shop opening in the Mordock Duchy. I plan to head there for a job and some fresh air.” Ventus glanced around to make sure he didn’t cause any suspicion. He often lost himself in his disgust for being under the Sovereign’s boot. He didn’t want to perhaps tip off the wrong crowd.
“We would leave tomorrow, probably the early morning to avoid too much suspicion,” Just then, Ventus heard his brother requesting something of Ma’am, being scolded, and hardly being pardoned. He figured it’d be impossible for him to ask to give this guy a free room for the night, “I’d be willing to put you up in my room for free if you want to avoid paying for another stay,” Ventus had noticed the rather small coin amount in the stranger’s hand earlier. In these times, unless you were a noble, it was to be expected. Of course, Ventus accepted and would do what he could to ease the unfair burden of money.
“By the way, I’m Ventus. You?”
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