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he walked with one hand on the wall of the cliff, trying to stay in the shadows as best as he could on a sunny day. Syn really didn't know what to do now. His clan always planned the nights out.

(sorry i was gone for so long. at the last minute i went over to my friends for the weekend.)

Miklós yawned widely as he came to, allowing a bit of groan to emerge as well, raising his head up to face the morning sun. Pushing himself to his feet, he leaned back against the building that he had slept next to. Shaking his hands out, Miklós looked around at the pedestrian traffic that was beginning now that the sun was fully up. There were plenty of looks directed his way from various passers-by, though no one said anything to him. A pair of the town’s watchmen, one firbolg and the other appearing to be an ogre mix of some sort, stood across the street making no attempt to hide their observation of him. Miklós snorted deeply to himself as he began tightening up all of his armor and clothing. They were probably the two biggest in the entire Watch, not that he couldn’t take them easily, and were probably mostly for show. Apparently the old joke about where an eight hundred pound minotaur could sleep had held some sway with them.

Though Miklós could hardly blame the Watch for following him around the last few days. Once word had gotten out that he was making preparations to leave, several enemies that thought that their last chance for revenge was upon them, had gotten the idea into their heads that they should ambush Miklós. The resulting death and destruction was above and beyond even what he was known for. Not that he could be faulted for defending himself, but most the Watch leadership was glad that he was on his way out none the less.

Giving a final check of all his apparel, Miklós reached down to lift his massive duffel, and slung it over one should. Behind it were laying his weaponry of choice. Taking up his launcher, Miklós checked it over to make sure nothing had crawled into or gotten wet overnight. Turning it on its side he chuckled to himself, coming out as more a series of guttural grunts, as he always did whenever he read the name that he had given the device. In bold red paint, scrawled in the minotaur tongue, were the words ‘Boom Chucker’. A name that Miklós felt was both appropriate and hilarious.

Slinging the weapon over his other shoulder, Miklós then picked up and donned his bandolier which held numerous small cylinders, the ammunition for the ‘Boom Chucker’. Each one color coded to allow him to quickly determine which was which, a small but important facet. Once that was place Miklós picked up his favorite weapon of all, his glaive. Handed down through his family, from father to son, it was probably older than he could imagine. It wasn’t a supremely enchanted weapon though, and in fact, the only enhancement that had been imbued upon it was that its edge would never dull. But even that was more than he needed. Hefting the large blade across his shoulders, and then giving a sharp tug on each horn, Miklós headed for the gates, with the two watchmen not far behind.

Though Miklós did note that they didn’t get too close either.

((OOC: My apologies for my absence, I'll try to do better in the future. But I am glad to see that someone started role-play without me I'll put everyone's profiles up and moniter the the story, but I won't finish my own bio and start playing for a bit longer. Carry on.))

He nodded his head slowly. " Alright, Bheann. It is far better than exploring on my own. Later on we can share a meal if you like. Long walks and exploring does work up an appetite, don't you agree?"

He'd press his own fingertips to his lips. " A sign of trust?..alright then..."
He was glad she took his hand so that he didn't have yo rely on the rock wall to guide him. " I like your name as well Bhean. I've yet to hear one like it. " He was easily led away.

"As lovely as this all looks and yes I am hungry.." He'd step up to sit with Bhean. " this isn't the type of meal that satisfies me....Please do feel free to eat to your content. I'll have my meal else where if you don't mind."

Miklós had smelled the new stranger before catching sight of him, though he had not recognized the scent as person. He had simply thought that smoke from a nearby fire had been blowing through, but now as this cloaked man emerged from the shadows of the last ally before the courtyard of the city gates, the scent strengthened and intensified. The stranger did not seem physically imposing or dangerous but Miklós hadn't survived this long by relying on sight alone, and his grip on the glaive over his shoulders shifted and tightened ever so slightly.

The stranger spread his hands, a universal gesture for 'I am unarmed and mean no harm', though Miklós had learned an important subtext to such a gesture in his years. It went along the lines of 'I am attempting to lull you off guard. Is it working?' Approaching slowly, he spoke out to Miklós as he came.

"Greetings, neighbor. I sense we both seek an exit to this dreary city, and may provide assistance and companionship on the dangerous roads."

Miklós cocked an eye ridge at this, and couldn't stop a snort of derision from blowing out. Some strange man comes out of nowhere to offer me assistance? Miklós allowed the glaive's shaft to start slowly sliding to the ground, as he looked the newcomer over thoroughly. The stranger didn't seem to bear and over markings or signs of affiliation with local gangs or syndicates, and his motions spoke of stealth and confidence, but not necessarily deception. Adjusting the way the "Boom Chucker's" strap hung at his other shoulder, Miklós used the motion to glance back over his shoulder. The two Watchmen were still there, but were looking a little concerned. Perhaps it was that they thought they would soon need to find cover. Probably not one of theirs. Giving one of his horns a good tug, Miklós hefted the glaive across his shoulders, and held it in place with both hands.

"Whatever stranger, it's a free road. You can do whatever you want. But if you want to tag along with me, just try to not get in my way."

And with another snort, and one more very obvious glance at the Watchmen that had been following him, Miklós headed for the gate.

Tan smiled. He noted the glance at the city watchmen, and also their concerned glances at each other. This bull-man already was a handful and they were hoping that things hadn't just gotten worse. Well, if they hadn't been leaving, most likely things had. Luckily for the guards, and perhaps a few inns along the way, all Tan wanted was to get out of the city without incident.

As he turned to follow Miklos, he caught sight of a familiar face. The innkeep and a pair of his thugs were out and about for some reason, and they had just sighted Tan. The innkeepers face turned a violent shade of red, and he screamed something incoherent. Both thugs lifted bows.

Tan reached out and shoved the burly minotaur to the side, knocking him to the ground. Twin arrows flew through the space previously occupied by the bull-mans back. This vastly unexpected show of strength was mostly lost in the conflagration Tan summoned to block the street, a towering wall of flame that followed the sweep of his arm and would probably only last a few seconds at best.

Tan looked at Miklos.
"Just run." Tan spun toward the gate and set his haunted eyes on the road beyond as he ran from the destruction he did not want.