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- Posted: Thu, 10 May 2012 01:30:27 +0000
Mirette and Emmanuel
"Nous sommes perdus, Emmanuel." A young woman sighed as she looked at her older brother, who looked like he was on the verge of mental break down.
"Non, nous sommes presque arrivés. Emmanuel replied as he continued to guide his sister through the desert of this strange region. Mirette just rolled her eyes at her over confident brother.
"Ben tiens..." The young woman muttered to herself as they continued to trudge through the sands. They were no closer to their destination than they had been an hour ago. No matter how much he denied it, they were well and truly lost.
As they reached the peak of one sand dune, however, they found what appeared to be an outpost. With sand in places they didn't care to mention, the brother and sister trudged through the sands and reached what they thought was a small outpost. Much to their surprise, however, they found that they were at a bar that was aptly named "Dead End Tavern". Mirette looked up at her brother with crossed arms and one brow raised. He gave her a sheepish look in return.
D'accord, allons au pub. Et si on faisait une petite pause." Pushing open the door, the young man held open the door for his sibling. His long black hair was pulled back into a pony tail and he wore the garb of a knight. The crest that was on his chest, however, was one of a recently fallen Kingdom. He was tall, but a normal tall. As his sister stepped inside, his golden eyes looked around curiously.
His sister on the other hand, appeared completely different from him. Her thick, white blonde hair fell to her waist while her bright blue eyes looked around at the few people that were there. She was short and had a small build, but maintained a very feminine look with her curves. Wearing a dress of a common maid, it was clear that they had both worked as servants to the crown.
Stepping up to the counter, Emmanuel gave a light smile to the ladies behind the counter before giving them a slight bow. He lost his lord, but not his manners. "Pardon, but do you have any maps or directions to a place called Viltherin? I believe we have taken a wrong turning somewhere." He asked in English, his accent slight despite speaking in French with Mirette. While he spoke to the bar maids, Mirette looked around the room at the other people in the tavern.