The Inn/tavern

[crazywriter]

*listens to even more crickets*

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Lynke frowned at the pirate. "I said no, and I mean it." She said icily. "I have no need for the money, and no need to deal with rude pirates." She smiled falsely and turned back to Zhentsky(sp). "Yes, my name is Lynke. I come from distant lands." She turned to Drintarr, and he seemed to have an odd look on his face. She bitterly thought to herself, hoping she could transmit the thought to Drintarr If you think I'm going to screw something up, keep dreaming.

[crazywriter]

She obviously wasn't going to reveal what she was on her own, so I decided to take things into action, for two reasons. One, I didn't want my new friend to get involved with someone who'd trade in her own mother if there was a profit, and two, I didn't think I could wait much longer without laughing.

"So, Lynke," I began casually, leaning back in my chair, "Who're you supposed to kill this time? Has someone else hired the best bounty huntress in the kingdoms to chase me from here to the ends of the earth again?"

[hippiesoul]

The smile Zhestkiy had on his lips began to fade when he heard Drintarr's words.

"Kill? What are you talking about, Drintarr?"

He looked from Drintarr to Lynke, and then back to Drintarr, puzzled.

[crazywriter]

I smiled mirthlessly.

"What, didn't I mention it? Every time a village I'm chased from has enough gold, they hire a bounty hunter to chase me to hell and leave me there to rot, if you get my meaning. Just found out that this is the bounty hunter who always chases me. Want proof, check her right lower arm. There'll be a scar on both sides-I pinned her to a tree with a dagger, once."

[hippiesoul]

Zhestkiy looked stunend for a couple of seconds, digesting what Drintarr had just told him. Forgetting all about the manners he was supposed to have towards her, he grabbed her arm and pulling her sleeve away, looked for the scar. Indeed, it was there, just as Drintarr had said.

But instead of looking away with repulse, or feelling enraged with Lynke's way, Zhestkiy smiled and retured to his charming way.

"A bounty hunter, eh? That's an unnusual job for a lady... Did you get many thieves?"

Stupid Zhestkiy. His men instincts would always get him...

Suddenly, as if he had just realised that the woman had tried to kill his new friends several times already, he asked, in what could be called a slightly aggressive tone, "But what were you doing hunting Drintarr? He's done nothing wrong." He turned to Drintarr. "Have you?"

[crazywriter]

Resting my elbow on the table, I lifted my arm so my hand was in front of my face.

"My skin color is the crime for which she is hired to chase me."

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Lynke shrugged. "I do whatever I need to to do what I need to do, if you follow me. I don't know why I'm hired to kill all these people, I just am. As I recall, Drintarr was reffered to as a "demon" and a "sin against nature". You need a reason to let someone live, not to kill them." She turned back to Drintarr and gave him the coldest stare.

[crazywriter]

"So you're saying I need a reason to live. I suppose being innocent of any crime and prejudice put against those I resemble isn't enough, is it?"

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Lynke had a small smile appear on her narrow face. "No, but dispelling the prejudice and putting an end to the discrimination would be a just cause of life." She shrugged. "As for me, I feel my purpose to get rid of those who lack one."

[crazywriter]

I nodded. It made a bit of sense.

"If you wish to only get rid of those without a purpose, I suggest you don't kill me. I have a quest I wish to complete before I die, even if it means completing it as I die. I'll meet you at the stables in a few minutes, Zesthkiy."

Without waiting for an answer from either of them, I walked up the stairs to get my stuff.

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Lynke frowned, and turned to Zesthkiy. "What are you two talking about?" She asked somewhat curiously.

[hippiesoul]

Zhestkiy was somewhat stunned at the entire discussion. The woman fascinated him in a very dark way, and as much as he tried to hate her for trying to end his friend's life, he couldn't.

"My brother sent me a message; he needs an axe from a nearby town," he answered. "Drintarr and I are gonna go get it for him, and then travel to Kaupunki, where he lives, and pass by the One Star Clan base."

OOC: The One Star Clan is basically a group of society outcasts and people who were in any way rejected or feel like they don't fit in. Zhestkiy and Drintarr are hoping they'll help Drintarr find out about himself.

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"The One Star Clan..." she mused. "Do you mind if I come with you? I've heard of it before, and I feel I need something to divert my life, perhaps to cut a new path or something..."

[crazywriter]

I sat on the bed for a while before picking up that ridiculous staff. Grabbing the base of the flower-like blade, I turned it three times to my left, half a turn to my right, then continued turning it left, unscrewing it, until a line concealed beneath the metal appeared, and lined up with a picture of a dagger scratched into the metal. I then bent the blade towards me, and the carefully hidden hinges of the inside compartment opened without a sound. Inside the staff I had hidden the only clue to my past-a dagger with a female tail-kind Mystlinje* carved into the side of the blade.

After looking at it for a while, I put it back in it's compartment and closed it once more, gathering my small pack of belongings and heading for the stables to pick out a horse.

{*A Mystlinje (pronounced missling) is a magical being with a lifespan equal to that of an elve's, though there is no similarity between the races. A Mystlinje has a long face (almost a snout) and, for the three-arm kind, a third arm. The tail-kind has a lizardlike tail, and will transform into a Linjanatine (linganateen) with age. They are born as Mystans (missans). The three-arms do not evolve into a Linjanatine, nor are they born as Mystans. The only reason they hold the name Mystlinje is the similarity of culture and build.}