::He gave a nod of acceptance to the old man and his grandaughter, but remained silent. He had considering leaving, but thought perhaps hearing what questions, if any, the rest of the party might have would give him some insight into their character.
The Orc was simple enough, in every sense of the word...
Deerfield, he already knew from a previous outing. And it seemed he had not changed much.
The Dwarf was a curiosity. Another practitioner of the Arts, so he claims. It would be good to get to know him more along the journey, although perhaps too outspoken for the Noctis Venator. Time would tell if he knew how to hold his tongue.
The old hunter seemed to be just that. Perhaps too far past his prime for a trip like this. Was he hoping to end his days with one last adventure?::
My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the workings of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.
"Just tell me when to saddle up there so I can get to fletching."
He didn't actually need to fletch his arrows, that was Goose's 'polite' way of saying he had to mark his territory in the woods in front of women.
The old hunter had no mind on any of the other hires, save maybe for the Orc, but that was only because back in his day he would aid in counter attacks on their tribes. Seeing them walk freely among decent folk still put a bit of ire in him, but not enough to start trouble where there isn't any to be had. He'd rather have an Orc fight at his back than one back stab him.
::Alexander cleared his throat when he heard the old adventurer speak. His question had done nothing but confirm his suspitions about the man.::
"I believe we were already informed to meet tomorrow morning by the North Gate."
::His eye narrowed as his gaze locked with Goose.::
"Are you sure you are up for this, old man? The last thing any of us need is to have to tend to you because you broke your hip trying to sit a horse.
Perhaps it would be best for you to stay behind and keep our benefactor company while we get the information he requires."
My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the workings of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.
In all the commotion it must have slipped ol Goose the time that they were all set to leave.
"Oh, I'm sorry there, sonny, old age just crept up on me and said that you'd be the arse an' a half I'll have to keep an eye on when things get ugly. The last thing any of you yungin's need is to get ganked, and that's what 'ol Goose is here for, ya hear?"
The old man walked up so close to Alexander the mage could smell the piss and animal blood that lingered on his beard.
"So the only thing that'll break around here is your pretty mouth if it keeps yammerin' about my age. I have enough experience in one hand that'll make your book learnin' shiver in envy. Heck, I got enough experience in one finger to make her howl like a dog in heat under a Spring moon," he said pointing his thumb at his charge.
"But I won't," he corrected toward the father.
"So how's bout we stow the wise before it gets ya in trouble? Hmm?"
::Alexander arched an eyebrow at the old hunter as he came near. He listen patiently to what he had to say.
Perhaps there was more to this old man then he thought. Then again it could have just been for show, and he was barely holding back the wheeze that would come after such effort.
When Goose was done, Alexander took a cloth to wipe his face as if spray from the man's mouth had reach him in his gusto and looked back at him with a look that would freeze water. Regardless, his voice was clam when he replied. Like someone speaking to an friend, or a young child...::
"Master Huntsman, while I can not speak to your experience with... dogs in heat was it? Let me assure you that I shall be no trouble to you. No trouble at all..."
My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the workings of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.
He finally recognised the mage and recalled his past adventure with Ravenhurst. Deerfield considered assisting the old man in his brief quarrel with this man he had not learned to like, yet. However, he recalled a certain instance after he had playfully raised his sword at Alexander. He refrained from saying anything further than.
"Everything seems clear enough. I will be waiting at the North Gate, then." He made an elegant bow that could be directed at the same group, but was descretely meant solely for the beautiful woman.
He didn't make much of rocks, but the thought of gods fighting did make his ears twitch. One way or the other, he would achieve nothing by further questions. He would figure out everything soon enough, and could finally leave to wash and shave and prepare his appearance for the following day.
He left and went directly home, making his preparations. What kept him busy all night was thinking of Synthia and her smile. How was she like? How could he impress her? He couldn't wait to see her again.
She started dancin' real slow, like she was puttin' on a show.
Wet sweat was pourin' off her skin, her body made me wanna sin.
Right then my buzz was kickin' in, she had a devil's grin.
She looked me in the eye and said: You give me the urge!
To do a little day drinkin'
A little bit of love makin'
A whole lot of world shakin'
'Cause it's never too late to get low down dirty!
Lynyrd Skynyrd - Low Down Dirty
The woman nodded slightly to Deerfield, “A pleasure meeting you. I look forward to our journey together.” Following the girl's words, the old man spoke up to hopefully interrupt the argument that was happening, "Very well, young man.” And continued, “Well, if there is nothing else..." He stood from his seat, using his staff to lean on. He eyed to the two who were arguing, "I trust my granddaughter... is in good hands...” Following the backwards comment, the old man made his way slowly out of the tavern. The woman did not follow her grandfather. She merely waited at the table.
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::Alexander, feeling as though he had heard the best this rabble could muster in terms of thought, rose from his seat and headed for the door.
Even without rushing, he got there before the old man, and held the door for him before exiting himself.
He took the opportunity to have a closer look at the staff and other items the man wore for anything of interest. Then went back to his chambers to prepare for the coming morning.::
My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the workings of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.
Dieter had no further questions, though he wondered what exactly was meant by 'supplies for the trip.' He observed the argument between the old man and the posh noble-type silently, thinking to himself that that wouldnt be the end of their beef.
He hung around the bar to see if anything else would happen.
The old man leaves with a "Ah, Thank you young man." As soon as the grandfather leaves, the granddaughter's entire demeanor changes. She immediately waves over a wench, stating, "Ales! And keep em coming!" The smile was still present but it seemed to be a different smile, there for different reasons. She looked to the dwarf asking, "Surely you will have a drink with me, right?"
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
Dieter instantly knew what had happened. The girl had been putting on a show for her dear old grandad... Dieter's face lit up a bit. The young man couldn't have been more obvious, staring at the specimen like a lech- but he had already left, and missed the show. Perhaps if he was lucky, he would realize he had forgotten something at the bar- unlikely, and in any case, for now-
Lassie, I'm afraid I never drink before a mission... unless a beautiful human invites me to. The first five rounds are on me!
Dieter sat down with a friendly smile on his face, amused at his joke. Speaking seriously though, Synthia was it? I hate to talk business before pleasure, but wha' exactly kind o' supplies can we expect tomorrow?
Dieter raised his glass to clink with Synthia's before gulping it down.
The woman's face grew sad, a frown even showing at the Dwarf's decline. Then, the second part came ans she laughed wholly at the humor. He paid little regard to the compliment, but cheered at free ale.
She waved her hand at the Dwarf's business talk, but entertained the question, "What any outing needs... food, mounts, torches, camping supplies. Now! Cheers to potentially the last night we may ever be in this town!" She chuckled at the morbid humor before raising her glass for a hard knock and chugging the entire mug down. "Ahh... I love this tavern's ale! Some of the very best I've had!"
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Cheers, lassie! Was all Dieter mustered before chugging down the ale. It really was very good.
Well Lassie, I'd love to stay and drink with ye 'til the wee hours and all, especially with ale this good, but if ye're paying fer me axe and magicks, I'll need ta prepare meself. Even hung-over dwarf can best any beast looking to cut our journey short, but ye don't even wan' ta mess with a well-rested one. Good night to ya, lassie.
Dieter stood and made his way to the tavern keeper to make arrangements for a bed for the night. He toyed with the idea of staying for more drink, but thought it best not to become too involved with the woman who'd be paying his bills.
"Psh! Suit yourself! I will see you bright and early." The dwarf leaving gave her the realization that she, too, should prepare for the journey. She finished the drinks at the table before leaving to do so. The next morning would come quickly.
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Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.