"How Can The Foolish Learn? If There Is Only Me To Teach Them."
The Morning Dusk was a dockside Inn and Tavern. A place where there were only local customers and newcomers were rarely glanced, on the edge of the industrial side of Paragon city. The Government never looked in Inn's such as this, these were places that the lower class came for a cheap meal, bed, or a drink to ease their hardships. There was eight circular tables arranged in a circle, being overlooked by a top floor that contained a variety of beds and separate rooms for the more well paying consumer. A long bar stretched in the dominant part, directly in front of the door where what seemed like thousands of bottles of assorted wines and whiskeys, polished to perfection and arranged impeccably. Less remarkable was the man behind the bar, cooking a pair of eggs for a factory worker that had scrounged up a few copper. He had a scarred face, red hair and unshaven stubble, carrying himself like a man who was slightly drunk and seemingly aloof and easy. This man was Reshi Ishirin, The Crimson Blade. The worlds prior most deadly mercenary for a short span of years, long in the past and forgotten except for stories and rumors.
"Oi, Reshi! Dem' eggs on the hurry already?"
A faint smile on the fiery haired man, "Just a minute, there's no rush here, ay'?" His voice was a rich baritone that bordered on arrogant, if in the right company. Flipping the eggs in the skillet, they were expertly slid onto a thick wooden plate and slid down the bar to a large bearded man who raised a mug of ale in cheers, "Gods Reshi, if more people knew about yer' food and drank, dis' place would be packed tighter den' a young maidens bodice! WAHAHA!" Reshi laughed along side the man, good natured, it was a pleasant sound that many found tolerable. "If I had too many customers, I wouldn't be able to enjoy the company of my favored customers, Rhino." The huge man named Rhino shrugged, "Ay, I respect yer' choices Reshi but it's a miracle dis' place is worth da' middle class digs and yer' out here next to da' docks and da' fish smell."
A chuckle, "I enjoy the smell of the ocean actually, it reminds me of my younger days, ay'?" The red head produced a rag and began polishing the scrubbed wooden counter, "It's too violent in the center city for me anyway, with the rebellions and such causing such a mess. I almost got my hands cut off when I went shopping for a new supply of barrels last quarter-age." Rhino laughed, "Tah! With dat' blade ya' always have strapped ta' yer side, I'm amazed any-un would tangle with da' likes of you." He took a fork full of eggs ravenously, chewing with his eyes twinkling from the mass of his beard and eyebrows. "This sword is simply a souvenir I found on my travels, all it does is dissuade potential enemies, curse the gods the day I have to use it." More laughter, shared by a patron and his customer, followed by chuckles from the regular sailors who frequented the Morning Dusk.
