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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Carnifex" data-source="post: 603800" data-attributes="member: 227">Kale wouldn't, as it turned out, manage to make it back to the estate by dinner time. Opting instead to take care of a few pressing items on his agenda, he fitted his newly repaired shirt, with a grunt and wordless nod to the stout sweaty dwarven smith.The air began to cool about the twilight city, though that wasn't the only part of the atmosphere that seemed to change. All about him, life in the city reacted to the setting sun. Merchant commerce tapered to a close as shops boarded up for the night. Recreating townfolk made for the streets, as well as all the other working... businessmen for whom the night was their office.Gone with the sun was Kale's open, 'leasurely' demeanor, replaced in its stead with a subdued, unreadable manner. Known from frozen Cryosia to arid Huron, the sign of the streetwise was the only trait revealed by the lone mercenary, or anyone else who thrived after dark.Resisting the urge to pull up his cloakhood, Kale opted to retain his peripheral vision, taking all his surroundings, a honed instinct. It was little more than absent reflex, his body observing the city while his mind wandered.Cord- what a oddball. What'd he say, I was like a son looking for Wolf's approval? Pfshh! he scoffed, before stopping short. Mmm. Damn. Frustration marked... recognition. Whatever.Rounding a corner to a darker side of town, he pondered nonetheless about motivations, influences... everyone seemed to have them, to his peril. Yet he never had any of his own, none that he would admit. Undeniably, the young mercenary was at some kind of disadvantage. Or was it that he hadn't fallen into that common, timeless human pitfall?Up ahead, a carriage stopped and emerged a Naserian Officer, respendant in Royal Colors. His medals glinted in the subdued lamplight- what was he doing in a place like this? At the side of the road, a huge club bouncer locked eyes in recognition, pulling open the large wooden door behind him.Blue cloak whirling as he turned, the Naserian lifted his veteran hand to recieve a fair clasp: a guiding hand for his fair lady. Exiting with a smile, a beautiful woman in a luxurious active eveningdress. With a smile and light steps, the pair entered the underground restaurant.Bloody hell, Kale cursed as he tripped over his own feet. Can't even walk down the street.The Tarravus boroughs took a little getting used to, but it wasn't long before travel-worn boots found their destination. A few double-tongued exchanges, and Kale entered a shop of a different sort. Walking beyond a solid oak door with its tiny peephole, he sidestepped the huge crossbow contraption to enter a small, dark basement. Dirty steps and low ceiling, the mercenary watched his head, watched his step, watched his back.Musty air and dusty crates parted before him to reveal a clutch of smoke-ringed men, playing a low-paced and profanity-riddled game of cards."Marty, if you pull that shi*t again I swear to god...""What? What? You're just upset you're losing your nooky money... again. Heh," the gap-toothed punk smiled. "What, Horish, that's been about three weeks without any ah, ah, ah"A growling pounce by the one who must have been Horish arced across the table upon the gyrating loud-mouth. Chips and cards flew in all directions, the entire scene threatening to dissolve into total chaos."Mmmpkmm!" Kale cleared his throat.At the sound of the newcomer, the knot of punks untied to reveal a quartet of rough, suspicious characters."Aren't you a bit far from the town gate? What the hell do you want?""Well, if it was a good laugh, I'd already be headed out the door.""Ha!""You better shut your mouth, if you want to walk out that door at all!""Shut up yourself! You'd be one to talk about bein' quiet...""Thank you, Horish. Now, if we all get untangled, you may bet able to make that 'nooky money' after all."And so to a chorus of laughs and growls began a late-night barter for the sort of items not available at the local general store.</blockquote>

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