Someone Comes Looking...

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*Summer Wind
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Posted by *Summer Wind »


It was the usual at the Bottle and Jug, more cheap ale and liquor spilled on the floors than left in dirty tankards and glasses. The noisy complaints of the disheartened, the louder jubilation of the drunk. The fensir bouncer had already judiciously tossed four troublemakers, and it was during the fifth's flight over Hive cobbles that a blindfolded man walked into the scene.

"'Lo there," he shot a casual greeting at Ghuurakk the bartender, "impress me, yeah?" A lone copper coin, obviously shaved at its edges, tumbled from hand to counter. Scrape of a stool over failing floor, plop of the blindfolded man onto his seat, a long sigh of frustration. He didn't even sniff at whatever Ghuurakk served him, just greedily downed it in one go.

Another coin, another drink. The blindfolded one didn't loosen up until his third. "Ya eva have one'f those days?" he asked the tender, bending the bent ear. "Come to the Cage lookin' for the next job, an' instead ya get Lobstas up your ass 'round every corna," he complained. "An' why? Suspicious characta, they say. Since when're the blind suspicious?"

A fourth coin, another drink. "To the Hells with 'em all," cursed the blindfolded man. Despite drink and impaired vision, he kept his sharp ears open. Eventually there would be a timely step behind him, eventually someone would come along and commiserate, eventually the Anarchs would notice that he was there for business.
*Scintilla
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Joined: Thu Jan 01, 1970 12:00 am

Posted by *Scintilla »



The orc grunted, glancing up from the polish of dirty glass that didn't seem to get any cleaner; rather smudged and smeared in the work and rework of stained rag. His attention slowly weaved to Stranger between poured drinks, eyeballing the chatty man with a look of bored disinterest for the ramblings of his day. No reply was offered, for indeed, it was as though the cripple barely paused for breath; a brutish hand returning to the clean of glass in the aftermath of payment.

Somewhere, the sound of a door swinging shut could, and would, be perceived by the attentive. Thus, trom the 'restroom' at tavern's far corner emerged a man of the planes; plate mail rattling with each step that accompanied the easy fix of the scarf shielding features beneath bulbous nose and wild eyes. He was an unusual looking sod, but what he lacked in the aesthetically pleasing was more than made up for in the casually executed charisma of word and action; the adjust of waistline accompanying commentary that bespoke the speed in which liquor tended to pass.

Laughter was shared between the two, engaging in the bawdy talk attributed well to locale and the nature of men. Several drinks in, paid for by generous benefactor, rogue and befriended cripple departed under pretense of a hot meal.



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