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Lavina was not entirely surprised with his behavior. Physical attraction made men do and say things they wish they hadn’t. But this man’s secret seemed something one would never reveal, even with the finest wine and the most beautiful woman. Lavina spotted the owner out of the corner of her eye, but it seemed he had not the heard the man speaking in hushed tones. He was however watching to make sure Lavina behaved herself. She had to make sure she did not knock over a table in disgust.
The man was distasteful in his showing, obviously trying to impress Lavina. She wasn’t. But with the owners gaze on her, she set aside her horrified thoughts and responded to the man, trying to be as ladylike as she could.
“Sir, my job is to serve you, not speak of my political opinions” Lavina cursed herself for saying this. “As for this secret society of yours, it certainly sounds exciting!” She slowly moved closer to him, and whispered in his ear, “I know that under your guidance, I would make plenty of friends. Even though you are more than enough”.
She stepped back slightly and reached for his mug on the table, stopping just in front of him so their eyes met. “But alas, I cannot leave my job here at the tavern. The owner would be extremely displeased”. She moved away from him now.
“Now if you will excuse me, sir, I have more costumers to attend to. Good-day!” She walked back to the counter where the owner sat, who nodded in approval at her playfulness with the guest. He always told her to leave them coming back for more, no matter how slimy they were. Lavina hated herself; this suggestive behavior was the opposite of what she truly wanted to do.
But she did receive some startling information from this foolish male. Its legitimacy was questionable, being that he was intoxicated on the wine and Lavina’s appearance, but the risk that it was useful was not worth taking. She quickly formulated a lie to tell the owner.
“Sir, we seem to have run out of peanuts. Shall I run to Mr. Tallis and get some more?” she asked, secretly praying he would not check the store room and find a large sack there. He simply looked at Lavina and gave her a grunt and a quick nod.
Lavina tossed aside the mans mug and left the tavern in a hurry.
The King would be pleased with her information.
(((SUCK ON THAT FROG)))
Zaneck felt refreshed, it was a long time since he had something as good as that ale to drink. It was pretty expensive to boot but he still had a little more than half of the money he had gotten left. He had a feeling he was forgetting something and started back towards the tavern. Just as he made it to the entrance of the place, the man he had robbed came back. “You!” he exclaimed as he saw Zaneck. “Give me back my money!”
“What money? I haven’t seen any money around here,” Zaneck acted all innocent. “Perhaps you dropped it while leaving this place.”
The man gritted his teeth, “Why, you!” He ran towards Zaneck with his fists. Zaneck felt around for his hidden dagger but was unable to find it. “Tch,” he punched his fist into the man’s stomach. “Be a good boy and sleep.” He opened the door of the tavern and saw on the floor, his dagger. It seems like no one had noticed it yet, he swiftly picked it up and put it back in place inside his sleeve. Well, he was here once more so he might as well have another drink. He saw the waitress from before rushing out of the tavern as if she was in some hurry, Zaneck believed it to be an odd behavior for someone working as a barmaid and decided to shadow her, careful not to get noticed.
While trekking away from the castle, Atticus thought he saw a flash of silver light, coming from the direction of the outskirts. He thought nothing much of it, however, and continued along his trek back to town.
Entering the town, he found a bunch of wenches who had all been hung for the crows to eat. Fallows merely shook his head, thinking Bogdan was behind this.
Turning to the left, he found his favorite tavern in all of town: Golden Lizard tavern. He was a regular, and the bartender knew him by name.
Before he can enter, Atticus heard a door slam from afar; unusual in this sort of city. When he turned his head, he squinted to see a young lady go inside and slam the door behind her. Atticus could only shrug as he entered the tavern, not before a young lady who looked familiar ran out, along with a shady-looking fellow.In the tavern, every regular who was fighting stopped when they saw the friendly face of Atticus.
“‘Ey, Fallows! Its been a while! How you doing these days?”
“Atticus! How’s the drinkin’ these days?”
“*hiccup* Fa-*hiccup*lowz? How are y-*hiccup*ou doin?”
“I’ve been fine!” Atticus responded. “It has been a while, hasen’t it?”
“Yea yea, it has!” a drinker spat out. Fortunately, they were all too drunk to notice the huge axe he had on his back.
There was a man on the floor. It was ol’ Louis the Local Village Idiot. The tough-looking man was pretty stupid and tried to impress everyone whenever he was drunk (which was all the time).
Some hear rumors that he has connections to the king, and that he supplies the king with a large amount of beer and has drinking parties with him. Atticus did hear some ruckus going on in the castle lately, so it probably was true.
“‘Ey… Atticus? Oh sorry.” he got up and let out a jolly guffaw. “I must’ve had too much to drink last night, eh? Maybe I should call this the… the… Louis Sleep.” Atticus chuckled at his stupidity.
“Oh Louis, you will never change, will you?”
Atticus sat down on a chair near the bartender. “One beer, the regular way.”
Fallows knew the bartender very well. Tyler Watt, a good man, very modest in his actions. He would make a ruckus if someone is making him mad, however.
“Ah Atticus! Sure thing, bud.” responded happily Tyler, making Fallows’ drink immediately.
Atticus looked around and saw a rejected man who reminded him a froggy fellow. For some reason, he seemed rather odd.
“Gimme a second, Tyler.” commanded Atticus as he got up, and started marching towards the odd man. Each step made the tableware shake. “Who are you and what are you doing in this place?”Kitalasca Lavendear, better known as Kit, was busy going over the rolls of parchment she had written on, when she heard a soft thump derail her train of thought. She looked up, grinning crookedly. “Hey there,” she greeted Lucifer in a lighthearted tone. “I’ve been getting lots of reports on village burnings and the like… but wherever I’ve been going on recon, the king’s men seem to invariably show up within a day or two, so I’m a bit worried that we may have a snitch. I’d like you to look into that as soon as possible.” Kit got up from her rather comfortable spot on the floor, dusting her clothes off. “Actually, it’s been really boring sitting in there, so I think I’m gonna come with you.”
Hugh watched as the woman speak to the owner briefly, before quickly departing. He suspected something was up, as she had a sort of suspicious expression on her face.
Perhaps I should tail her and see what she’s up to. I don’t have much to do here, anyways.
He paid for his drink and hastily followed.
Before he could reach the door, a big fellow lumbered in and greeted the people inside before RUDELY bellowing, “Who are you and what are you doing in this place?”Hugh looked at him with a skeptical look. “Hey, Atticus. I’m a regular here. Name’s Johan Victors. You probably don’t know me because I usually just keep to myself in the corner, but today, I decided to sit at the counter. Anyways, I need to get some sleep now. My wife’ll be worried sick if I don’t get home. It’s nice talking to you, Atticus. Have a good day now!”
Hugh bypassed Atticus and departed the tavern, shaking his head. What’s up with that dude, all lumbering in like he’s all that. 😐
He looked around at the fairly empty street and, ahead of him he saw the faint figure of the woman who ran out, and another figure whom he presumed to be tailing her.
Thar she is. Now let’s see where you’re going in such a hurry.
Hugh chuckled to himself, and followed the two figures.
“Actually, it’s been really boring sitting in there, so I think I’m gonna come with you.”
Lucifer looked up from staring at the floor when Kit said that as she packed her parchment scrolls and tightened her pirate blouse. He then looked down again, he forgotten how short she was.
“You’re..coming with me? You think you can keep up, love?”
If glares were lasers, there would’ve now been two smoking holes in Lucifer’s head. Kit strapped her two trusty twin knives to her leather belt, snapping, “Of course I can keep up!” Secretly, she slipped a smaller blade into her left boot. “I’m only short, not old and decrepit!” Puffing herself up as much as possible, she poked Lucifer in the chest, hard. “Oh, and you’re also responsible for the money,” she snapped, dropping a small pouch of gold into his hands. Turning away, she fastened on a traveler’s cloak, before spinning back around with a broad, mischievous grin. “Okey, here we go!”
The bartender looked at Rebecca then the coins on the counter. He put down the rag and leaned closer, “Sorry, we’re outta rooms.”
“WHAT?” she shrieked, knocking over a couple of chairs. Wanting no further discussion, she left the tavern in a hurry. “Wait!” the bartender called out as she closed the door, “I was just joking!” but Rebecca was too far to hear him. (LUL EPIK PHAIL)As she trolled through the busy evening marketplace, Rebecca took note of an old hag selling handcrafted arrowheads. The hag took notice of Rebecca’s stares and beckoned her to her. Rebecca looked around the marketplace shiftily and approached the woman.
“Looking for something m’dear?” the hag croaked. “Nothing in particularly, mind you, but I’ve taken a particular interest in what you have set out.” The woman reached out a long slender hand and picked up a granite arrowhead, “You have a fine taste, certainly not of this poor village, I presume?” Rebecca shook her head and picked up another arrowhead, turning it over in her palm. “I come from an archery village on the outskirts of VuTalia.”
The hag took the arrowhead from Rebecca’s palm, “Ah…I understand. You will find everything you need in a tavern called Golden Lizard. It’s located deeper in the kingdom. At the end of this street, find a man with a red curly beard in his 30’s selling horses. Only mention me, and you will receive a discount only the ones I choose will receive. -fingerpoint- (((lol sorry too lazy to describe)))” Rebecca looked to see where she pointed at, “Are you sure you know what you are talking about? I couldn’t possibley–” but the woman had disappeared.
Rebecca looked around astonished, searching for where the woman went to, but she was no where to be seen.
“Are you going to buy that or not? You’ve been looking at it for a long time now!” In front of her was a gruff man eying her suspiciously, “You’re not a thief are you? Shoo!”
Startled, Rebecca put down the arrow head and ran from the booth.((KK I got sleepy near the end of the post >_>)))
Lucifer grinned wide. The short one had a temper. Rubbing his chest in mock pain, he smirked.
“I just don’t want your pretty little face to get hurt, mam.” Storing the satchel of gold in his left pocket, he looked at her as she stared at him with a grin. He waited.
After a few moments, he sighed. Pointed behind her to the ladder of the drophole, he spoke.
“Exit’s that way, love. Ladies first.”
“Shut up, I know my way around!” Kit mock-pouted. “Don’t be so mean!” She scarpered up the ladder with astonishing speed, just like a spider. Hauling herself up out of the drophole, she inhaled deeply, taking in a lungful of the crisp night air. Sitting by the side, she waited for Lucifer to climb up and join her.
Striding up the ladder, he met Kit on the roof as she sat on the terrace, her short hair sweeping across her soft features angelically. Although shoter then most ,she still carried a beautiful feminine figure abo-
He stopped himself. This was not something he allowed himself to pursue. Only when his final mission was complete could he enjoy life’s fruit unenterprising. Perhaps the little one would still be around when he finished. Hopefully.
Stepping beside her, he looked down at her. She looked up at him..and he stepped off the roof in freefall, hurtling towards the ground.
[[But you can’t ‘flee’ up the ladder. It doesn’t work that way. You can, however, move quickly up the ladder…]]
Startled, Kit scrambled up and looked over the edge, only to see Lucifer land safely on his feet. Breathing out a sigh, she swung herself over the roof’s edge, using the rough walls’ natural gaps as footholds and handholds, and jumped down the last ten feet. Kit started running off in a completely arbitrary direction, and had not gone twenty feet when she crashed into somebody else. Somebody… with a rather expensive-looking bow and arrows. “Oof!”
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