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<blockquote data-quote="Hillsy7" data-source="post: 6734251" data-attributes="member: 6689191"><p>Burrai sighed. He'd let his impatience spill over. In a few words, Rol had transformed from bluster and indignation, puffed up like a gull in heat, to something small, hard and scared. Burrai had achieved what he'd wanted, but Rol had paid that price. The younger dwarf sat compliant, staring at his hands. Thankfully Elloral was there. Burrai reminded himself that Rol hadn't asked for this; he wasn't some mercenary mewling like a pup because he was ordered to do something he personally disagreed with.</p><p></p><p>Elloral spoke to Rol, and Burrai was surprised how much she said felt as though it was teased from the grinding machinery of his own thoughts, as though she'd peered into his thoughts and deduced what was being formed. They stood ready to leave, and Burrai slid a few coins onto the table.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: #8B4513">"Buy a big meal, and take your time to eat. At a corner table if you can. Few people take notice of a dwarf concentrating on their food. We'll send word within the hour."</span> and with that he followed Elloral out into the grey, washed out noonday streets. Little had changed. It was as though the Tower poured a physical weight over Cabarda like a great invisible blanket. People scurried, bent backed and fearful, in every direction with only cursory acknowledgement of others. Burrai stood two paces from the inn door and felt something similar, but this emanated from the book at Elloral's hip. <span style="color: #8B4513">~You're imagining things Burrai~</span> he said to himself, and yet the feeling persisted - like a foul heat leeching into his bones after days out in the rain.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: #800080">"Burrai?"</span> Elloral asked. He glanced at here. She didn't look concerned, one eyebrow arched lazily. She was just poking him into action, cajoling; very few things about dwarves changed with time.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: #8B4513">"He'll be fine." </span>He said to Elloral, striking out into the thin crowds on the street. <span style="color: #8B4513">"If nothing else his worry will keep his mind sharp until we get back. There's not enough time for him to get complacent."</span> Elloral smiled, but said nothing. Did she assume the words were for Burrai's benefit rather than her's? He wasn't entirely sure they weren't.</p><p>______________________________________________</p><p></p><p>After parting ways with Elloral Drehd's Devils appeared around the corned like an old friend returning to town after a too long absence. Burrai recognised it immediately, and yet there was no immediate emotional reaction, just an absence inside. The bluff brickwork piled around straight heavy wooden supports looked both functional and intentional, as though someone had halted the construction just before any cosmetic touches could be added - exactly the place where necessary deeds were done without the veneer of morals or law. Slowly the old familiarity came back and with it the sense of apprehension he always felt here. He'd always come here at a beginning, and there was always the chance that might turn into the great tale he'd sought. And now was no different.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: #8B4513">~It can't be more than a year and a day since I was last here~</span> he thought. Then he shrugged. None of this introspection was helping, there was work to do. And with a deep breath he was Burrai Steelborn - a dwarf who'd walked in and out of these doors with tales of great deeds at his heels and more waiting in the future. Today was no different.....</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #8B4513">"Good to see I haven't been completely forgotten,"</span> he said stomping in through the doorway and moving the young mercenary aside through presence alone. The four at the table turn to look and Burrai gives them a casual salute, one arm across the chest. <span style="color: #8B4513">"I need to speak to Kadar. I've got some business to discuss with him. And for the mountain's sake close the door and stop gaping. We don't want every rat in town to wander inside...."</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Hillsy7, post: 6734251, member: 6689191"] Burrai sighed. He'd let his impatience spill over. In a few words, Rol had transformed from bluster and indignation, puffed up like a gull in heat, to something small, hard and scared. Burrai had achieved what he'd wanted, but Rol had paid that price. The younger dwarf sat compliant, staring at his hands. Thankfully Elloral was there. Burrai reminded himself that Rol hadn't asked for this; he wasn't some mercenary mewling like a pup because he was ordered to do something he personally disagreed with. Elloral spoke to Rol, and Burrai was surprised how much she said felt as though it was teased from the grinding machinery of his own thoughts, as though she'd peered into his thoughts and deduced what was being formed. They stood ready to leave, and Burrai slid a few coins onto the table. [COLOR=#8B4513]"Buy a big meal, and take your time to eat. At a corner table if you can. Few people take notice of a dwarf concentrating on their food. We'll send word within the hour."[/COLOR] and with that he followed Elloral out into the grey, washed out noonday streets. Little had changed. It was as though the Tower poured a physical weight over Cabarda like a great invisible blanket. People scurried, bent backed and fearful, in every direction with only cursory acknowledgement of others. Burrai stood two paces from the inn door and felt something similar, but this emanated from the book at Elloral's hip. [COLOR=#8B4513]~You're imagining things Burrai~[/COLOR] he said to himself, and yet the feeling persisted - like a foul heat leeching into his bones after days out in the rain. [COLOR=#800080]"Burrai?"[/COLOR] Elloral asked. He glanced at here. She didn't look concerned, one eyebrow arched lazily. She was just poking him into action, cajoling; very few things about dwarves changed with time. [COLOR=#8B4513]"He'll be fine." [/COLOR]He said to Elloral, striking out into the thin crowds on the street. [COLOR=#8B4513]"If nothing else his worry will keep his mind sharp until we get back. There's not enough time for him to get complacent."[/COLOR] Elloral smiled, but said nothing. Did she assume the words were for Burrai's benefit rather than her's? He wasn't entirely sure they weren't. ______________________________________________ After parting ways with Elloral Drehd's Devils appeared around the corned like an old friend returning to town after a too long absence. Burrai recognised it immediately, and yet there was no immediate emotional reaction, just an absence inside. The bluff brickwork piled around straight heavy wooden supports looked both functional and intentional, as though someone had halted the construction just before any cosmetic touches could be added - exactly the place where necessary deeds were done without the veneer of morals or law. Slowly the old familiarity came back and with it the sense of apprehension he always felt here. He'd always come here at a beginning, and there was always the chance that might turn into the great tale he'd sought. And now was no different. [COLOR=#8B4513]~It can't be more than a year and a day since I was last here~[/COLOR] he thought. Then he shrugged. None of this introspection was helping, there was work to do. And with a deep breath he was Burrai Steelborn - a dwarf who'd walked in and out of these doors with tales of great deeds at his heels and more waiting in the future. Today was no different..... [COLOR=#8B4513]"Good to see I haven't been completely forgotten,"[/COLOR] he said stomping in through the doorway and moving the young mercenary aside through presence alone. The four at the table turn to look and Burrai gives them a casual salute, one arm across the chest. [COLOR=#8B4513]"I need to speak to Kadar. I've got some business to discuss with him. And for the mountain's sake close the door and stop gaping. We don't want every rat in town to wander inside...."[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]
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