Paths of Legend: The Journey

[crazy_monkey1956]

The half-orc pulls the pipe from his mouth and sits up, a brief moment of surprise evident on his features before he masks it with feigned disinterest, "Probably a storm coming then. Weather's always unpredictable this time of year. I'd stay inside if I were you."

He leans back again, contemplative, as he motions for one of the servers.

 

[ethandrew]

Estelle looks at him kindly and nods her head in appreciation, "That's some good advice if I ever heard any." She smiles once and turns to leave, but stops in her tracks, "Oh, and do your best to stay dry." And with another smile, she left.

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

OOC: Where is Estelle headed now?

 

[ethandrew]

She needs to find somewhere to sleep, I'm sure. She hadn't thought this far ahead, oh the naive. Did she ever get her guild ring? She would either sleep there or one of the common halls where people typically sleep. Preferably though, she'd get out of the candle district.

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

OOC: The "other one" claimed Estelle's guild ring. The Candle District is probably the perfect place to search for the Dagger given that it caters to many likely to be drawn to its power. As for sleeping, there are hostels in the regular tavern district (much like the one she woke up in at the start of Tragedy at Silvergard ).

 

[ethandrew]

I was thinking she would probably stay at a hostel, at least for the time being. And then the next day she can begin her search, though she's not quite sure how that'll work out for her.

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

Estelle makes it to the hostel with little difficulty, though the city's nightlife is much more active with the tournaments starting tomorrow. The population of the city has at least doubled and many festivities, celebrations and preparations are under way that night.

The city's pulse seems almost like a living pulse and, just as she's drifting off to sleep, visions of blood running through the streets haunt her, keeping her awake.

 

[ethandrew]

The revelry never ended. Estelle knows this because she focused on the sounds to block away the recurring visuals that haunted her seemingly whenever she closed her eyes.

Six months ago she would be out there, enjoying the night on too much wine or ale or whatever else was pushed in front of her. Six months ago she would have been absolutely thrilled at the tournament and the entertainment it promised.

But times change. People change.

And Estelle didn't like who she was supposed to become.

Which is why, with blood on her mind and the thirst beckoning to emerge, she stayed quiet throughout the night, and hoped that on the morrow she could find that dagger with the city distracted.

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

Morning finds the hostel much more crowded than it was when Estelle entered, filled to capacity with last night's revelers.

The tournaments start today which means the city will empty out onto the tournament fields outside the western gate.

 

[ethandrew]

Estelle quickly goes through her morning ritual, securing her belongings, keeping her rapiers close, her daggers closer. Once outside the smell lessened, she hadn't noticed it at first in the hostel, but with all the drunks coming in late into the evening, the heat of the bodies and the prevailing booze lingered. Now outside, though, it was much more pleasant. Not saying Azgund was without its nose-cringing moments, but it was a welcome respite.

She decided to make her way to the Market district, knowing that she might eventually need to make her way to the more unsavory parts of town, but if she wanted to appear a legitimate buyer, that she needed to go the proper avenues first. At that thought she stopped and fixed her hair, tucking loose strands in that precisely imprecise way, meticulously disheveled.