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Post by crazywriter on Aug 19, 2003 13:45:01 GMT -5
"I know my identity. I just don't know my past, or, I admit, my race. Those are quite different things."
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Post by hippiesoul on Aug 19, 2003 13:47:33 GMT -5
"I see. What's your next stop, then? Is there someone- or something- who can help you?"
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Post by crazywriter on Aug 19, 2003 13:52:44 GMT -5
"No. I just wander. I once had a home, but I wanted to find out my past so bad I left. I came back thirty years later, and the poeple who I had grown up with shunned me. I cannot join a Moon Tribe settlement, my soul is not like theirs. Everywhere I go, the evils of the Moon Tribe is known, so I am never welcome."
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Post by hippiesoul on Aug 19, 2003 13:56:00 GMT -5
Zhestkiy remained quiet. He had no idea what to say. What could you say to someone in such a situation?
"Looks like your clothes are dry now," he ended up saying. "Take them to your room and then come back down; you'll help me with the drink and such."
Zhestkiy stood up, got a key from behind the counter and threw it at man.
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Post by crazywriter on Aug 19, 2003 14:01:31 GMT -5
I held up my hand, and a few seconds later the key hit my palm. Room 19. That would be the second floor. I got up and gathered my stuff, making sure not to cut myself on my staff. Even after carrying it for three hundred and fifty six years, I still had that problem. I walked through the room, many eyes following me, and climbed the stairs. I found my room, entered, and hung my things on the pegs, leaning my staff against the wall. I doubted I'd need more than my daggers if I was attacked.
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Post by hippiesoul on Aug 19, 2003 14:07:01 GMT -5
While the man went to put his things away, Zhestkiy went back to his work, serving some mead to an old man .
"Watch who you talk to..." the old man said when the mead was put in front of him.
"I think you should too. Especially if you intend to be annoying..."
"The Moon Tribe is not something you want to mess with..."
"How about shutting up and paying for your drinks?"
The old man gave him some coins, but opened his mouth to say something else.
Zhestkiy interrupted him, "Mind your own darn business, you old piece of dirt."
The old man looked offended, but shut up.
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Post by crazywriter on Aug 19, 2003 14:14:36 GMT -5
I sat down on the small stool in the room for a moment before getting up and walking down to where the guy was. I'd have to ask his name when I got down. And make sure I don't have to stay on my feet too much. I cursed. Why did I have to be the one person in this world who had such rotten luck?
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Post by hippiesoul on Aug 19, 2003 14:16:54 GMT -5
The man came down, and Zhestkiy signaled him to come near him. He wanted to show him where everything was, and what the drinks were called, that kind of things.
"And by the way, I'm Zhestkiy."
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Post by crazywriter on Aug 19, 2003 14:19:07 GMT -5
I nodded. "I'm Drintarr."
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Post by hippiesoul on Aug 19, 2003 14:23:17 GMT -5
Zhestkiy shook Drintarr's hand and for a long while he didn't talk, he just walked from table to table getting drinks, food and room keys and letting Drintarr do the same.
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Post by crazywriter on Aug 19, 2003 14:27:25 GMT -5
I dug my thumbnail into my hand as I walked around. Each step I took, my limp was more obvious. It wasn't that I was hurt, it was just that the I had lost my three smallest toes on my left foot in the wolf attack, which made it harder to walk, even if I had had practice walking with only seven toes for the last couple hundred years.
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Post by crazywriter on Aug 19, 2003 14:33:07 GMT -5
((BTW: are we going to have an adventure soon?))
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Post by hippiesoul on Aug 19, 2003 14:34:52 GMT -5
Zhestkiy didn't notice anything wrong with Drintarr for quite a while. But when he did notice, he forced him to sit down.
"darn wolf, left you in pretty bad shape, eh?" Zhestkiy smiled in his rough manner. "Rest there. You can go to your room, if you want; it's okay, you can resume your work tomorrow."
As he was talking, someone entered the inn. It was a messenger boy. He walked to Zhestkiy and asked, "Are the owner of teh inn?"
"No, but I'm in charge. What do you want?"
"I have a message from Ulain."
"Ulain? By the gods, how is he? I haven't see him ever since our father passed away..."
"He's very well," the boy replyed. "He sent this message for you."
The boy delivered a small paper note to Zhestkiy. He payed the boy and dismissed him.
After reading the note, he commented to Drintarr, "My brother needs a new axe. He knows the best ones are from this area, so I guess he's waiting for me to get him one."
He laughed. "That brother of mine... Ten years without saying a word, and when he does, he requests an axe!"
OOC: Yes... This whole brother thing is an excuse to leave the inn =P
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Post by crazywriter on Aug 19, 2003 14:41:18 GMT -5
"Brothers can be like that."
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Post by crazywriter on Aug 19, 2003 14:42:51 GMT -5
((Mom's here... must've gotten the day off work... it's half an hour past the end of her lunch break... Well, sorry to say, see ya later!))
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