[AU] Butterfly Cage

[Keia]

"I am Scinathar, this is Mochor. You are correct, we are indeed road weary." To emphasize, beneath the table he stretches his legs and they here a few bones popping.

Conner takes the opportunity to introduce Grathis to Scinathat and Mochor, "Grathis, this is Scinathar and Mochor. Mochor . . . I like that name - it reminds me of this one I know, though you probably don't since I never told you. It kinda goes like this . . . There was this one faen and he was . . ." Connor realized that the two may need some time and was rambling. "Well, uh, why don't you just take a load off and get settled. I'd like to talk to you more and tell you my story, plus see if you were interested in heading up to the peaks and look for magic and gold . . . mostly magic. I know this sponsor and . . . well, we can talk about it later - when you're settled."

Connor looked to Grathis to see if he had anything to add.

 

[Rybaer]

Connor looked to Grathis to see if he had anything to add.

Grathis looks sharply at Conner, then turns and nods to the newcomers. "Grathis the Twice-bitten," he says. "Pleasure to meet you."

 

[WizWrm]

Sanje carefully unlimbers his shield and takes his bastard sword from the quickling woman.

He glances around the courtyard for a second before turning to face a hay-stuffed practice dummy. Holding his sword en garde, he springs at the dummy, his right arm extended so as to present the shield to the dummy. Sanje bashes it once near where the head would be before slashing across the neck and shoulders with his sword.

He then takes a step to the right, being careful not to cross his feet, with the shield braced on his arm, which faces the dummy as he moves. Sanje feints once with the sword and bashes it again, rattling a bit of hay loose. He steps over right again, feints, and bashes.

Sanje then moves as if to repeat the pattern a third time, but instead of putting his foot down, he suddenly grabs the sword hilt with his shield hand and delivers a back-handed slash, striking the dummy across the body while his foot hits the ground.

Sanje's dance complete, a small smile crosses his face for a second; Sanje twirls the sword once and sheathes it before replacing his shield across his back.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*The woman is grinning at you, her eyes sparkling*

"Excellent! That's the kind of expertise I'm looking for in my hires! I'm Vaimi Flameglide," she says, clicking her heels together and giving a short, bobbing bow. "If you have your hiring fee, then I have a job for you right away. I was looking for someone particularly competent to fill it, and it looks like Olla, the goddess of finding the kinds of employees you need in a pinch, came through!"

 

[WizWrm]

*The woman is grinning at you, her eyes sparkling*

"Excellent! That's the kind of expertise I'm looking for in my hires! I'm Vaimi Flameglide," she says, clicking her heels together and giving a short, bobbing bow. "If you have your hiring fee, then I have a job for you right away. I was looking for someone particularly competent to fill it, and it looks like Olla, the goddess of finding the kinds of employees you need in a pinch, came through!"

"I am Sanje, good Sirra. It seems that perhaps Olla is somewhat of a trickster as well, for the reason I sought employment was my lack of funds - this is not too unusual, surely? I have but five queens in my pouch. If this is sufficient, excellent. If not, I have two more offers for you. First, I can offer you items of alchemy - liquid fire and a light-rod. Both are reasonably valuable, and useful to the sort that come through here. If this is not suitable, I could alternatively suggest that I give you a percentage of my wages - I could pay you right away with the up-front cash I am given. Are any of these options satisfactory?"

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*She waves her hand, a grin on her face.*

"My fees are not so steep Sanje! People coming looking for work don't usually come dripping with gold, and don't I know that! Never fear, the standard fee is a single Queen, and I know your employer enough to say that he'll be paying you well more than that. 'Course, he paid me too to find someone to hire, so that works out well, now doesn't it? Come back inside and we'll get your contract written up straight away."

*With that she goes inside, to one of the desks along the wall, and climbs into a human sized chair, waving at you to take another one. She unlocks a drawer and riffles through it until she finds the book she wants.*

"All right, one Queen please, and you'll need to make your mark on this line here. You're being hired by a man named Javdak, he wants a guard for his magic-seeking team. The pay is fourty Queens a week, plus a share of the value of what items the team finds."

 

[WizWrm]

"Excellent," says Sanje, "A pleasure dealing with you."

Having sat down, he reaches into his pocket and draws out a golden Queen, hands it to Vaimi, then takes the ink-pen, glances over the page, and signs where she had indicated.

 

[Dalamar]

OoC: Sorry, I've been somewhat busy... and I forgot to subscribe to the thread.

IC: Galen admires the singing bird for a while, enjoying the song. He then moves over to the woman who was given money and addresses her.
"Excuse me, Sirra, but are you Kasa Mirron, the owner of this inn?"

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"Excellent," says Sanje, "A pleasure dealing with you."

Having sat down, he reaches into his pocket and draws out a golden Queen, hands it to Vaimi, then takes the ink-pen, glances over the page, and signs where she had indicated.

"Now then, take this token," she says, handing you a small chip of wood painted with a simple drawing of leaping flames. "Javdak is staying at the Eloquent Minotaur Inn, it's on Inn street, has a picture of a minotaur over the door, oddly enough. He's hard to miss, he's a tall, fat verrik man with short white hair. He walks with a cane. I'm pretty sure he's the only verrik I've seen in town aside from you. Give him the token and he'll know you came from me."

Galen admires the singing bird for a while, enjoying the song. He then moves over to the woman who was given money and addresses her.
"Excuse me, Sirra, but are you Kasa Mirron, the owner of this inn?"

"Ay sonny, that's me. What strange mysteries are you seeking, young man?" she says with a half-toothless grin. She's quite old, with her gray and white whispy hair done up in a bun on her head, her skin wrinkled like old parchment, her eyes, however, are still bright, and a rather lovely shade of blue. She's wearing a simple brown cotten dress with an apron over it, and is using a gnarled wooden cane to get around.

 

[ES2]

Conner takes the opportunity to introduce Grathis to Scinathat and Mochor, "Grathis, this is Scinathar and Mochor. Mochor . . . I like that name - it reminds me of this one I know, though you probably don't since I never told you. It kinda goes like this . . . There was this one faen and he was . . ." Connor realized that the two may need some time and was rambling. "Well, uh, why don't you just take a load off and get settled. I'd like to talk to you more and tell you my story, plus see if you were interested in heading up to the peaks and look for magic and gold . . . mostly magic. I know this sponsor and . . . well, we can talk about it later - when you're settled."

Connor looked to Grathis to see if he had anything to add.

Scinathar's looks at Conner as the energetic faen finished. "You can tell your story Sirra. Don't let my weariness stop you. Please continue."

Scinathar also looks at Grathis, and thinks to himself, at least this one isn't begging for money to supply directions and guidance. Then he pulls out a small piece of dried food and begins to eat it and drink some water from his waterskin as the faen continues his story.