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 Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 3:47 pm
"Understood." he nodded, "No blame. We've only just met, had no chance to familiarize ourselves."
He didn't mind either. It would be foolish on both their parts to allow the other room to plan attack. Yes, equal standing. We can wait to gauge each other until after we're on neutral ground and well away from potential danger.
He stood next to her, waiting for her to take the lead. Still unsure of her ability to conceal herself in public, he could not help but ask, "Will we be traveling in your shadows? Or just out there? Because from this short time with you, I'm not sure how freely walking around will work out."
Knowing his comments would probably spark a negative reaction, he braced himself for her attack.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 4:16 pm
"If you want to keep the shadows." She said, her eyes peeking about before she started moving away from the alleyway. She walked casually with her hands at her sides and relaxed. No weapons drawn. No magic, no shadows, nothing but a calm expression on her face and wet hair plastered to her face.
She kept watching him from the corner of her eye. I hate rain.. she thought, glowering a bit from the wet clothing she wore. She was going to be happier to get out of them and into something warmer.
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 5:37 pm
Blending it is then. Altair shrugged and followed suit. She's definitely confident. But confidence doesn't make up for a swift hand.
As always, he was ready for a fight, just in case. Concealed under his robes, there were plenty of throwings knives strapped to his waist. On his side, he wore his long blade, and his most signature of weapons, the hidden blade, was safely tucked under his bracers. He walked, head lowered and hands clasped softly. If danger strikes, we'll be ready.
He looked up at the sky, It looks like it will start raining anytime soon. "The weather here is very poor. Even when its not raining, its still dreary." He knew he was struggling to make conversation, but the seemingly quiet nature of his new companion was bothering him. "How familiar are you with this town? I've not been here long enough to learn the full layout."
She doesn't trust me. I don't blame her.
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 6:08 pm
"Welcome to the land known as Nightmare Valley. Gloom's a specialty of the place."
She ran her hands over her hair, pushing it back out of her face only to fail as the rain went from a slow drizzle to a downpour and she scowled all the more.
"I'm familiar enough to know how to get to the inn without being detected. The valley itself holds very small towns and is otherwise land."
She was always the quiet one of her family. Even Arkady, her oldest brother, had more to say than she did.
"The inn is on the small side but it's comfortable and warm with the basics to survive."
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 3:03 pm
"What a warm welcome party I've had so far," Altair rolled his eyes, "At least we're not being chased down by peasants with pitchforks."
He couldn't help but chuckle at his own joke, "As long as there is a warm fire burning so we can dry off, I don't care if its a shack."
And that was exactly what he was expecting. He could picture it now. A small wooden shack with a broken window and a door partially unhinged. Needless to say, he was quite shocked when they walked up to the door. Standing before them was not the ramshackled shack he expected, but a quaint cottage looking building. All the windows were well-maintained, and the door was securely fashioned to its frame.
"I'm guessing this is it," he mumbled, still a bit awestruck, "Shall we?"
He reached for the door handle, unsure of what may await him inside the inn, and opened the door.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 11:28 pm
"Don't tempt them...they just might come out with pitchforks.." She casually glanced at him. "You've never seen a inn like this before have you?"
She grinned. Good to know he could be surprised. Fatin entered the building and walked straight up to the innkeeper who was behind a bar drying out clean glasses.
"Evening Bailey."
Bailey looked up from her cleaning to peer at the soaked guests. She flashed a grin to Fatin. "Evenin'," she said in an irish accent. Sliding her gaze to Altair though and Bailey's eyes narrowed. "And who's this?"
"Fresh blood in nightmare valley. He needs a place to stay for the time being and I need dry clothing."
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 3:12 pm
"I'll keep that in mind," Altair chuckled, "But yes, this is a first for me. This would be considered fairly luxurious in my homeland."
Noticing the furrowed brow of the innkeep, he introduced himself, "Good evening, my name is Altair Ibn La-Ahad. This is a most wonderful inn. If its not too much of a bother to you, I would appreciate the use of a corner table."
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 6:42 pm
Fatin blinked at the man before she scurried off for dry clothing. Surely Marissa or Bailey wouldn't mind if she borrowed something?
Bailey frowned as Fatin left before shaking her head and nodding with her head. "Take your pick. Not many are filled up."
Upon arriving upstairs in the Marissa's old room, Fatin rummaged through the closet, frowning as she primarily found tavern wear and the men's clothing was either way to big or was a little to poofy for her taste.
Grumbling, she pulled a male's shirt, a basic skirt and a cincher off hangers and tossed them onto the bed. She undressed from her soaked clothing and dressed into the warmer stuff. She left her hair down to dry off and grabbed a brush to bring down so her hair wouldn't dry in snarls.
She came downstairs slowly, more like a lady floating on air then anything else.
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 2:06 am
Altair nodded at Bailey and took seat at a small table close to the fireplace.
'This really is quite an establishment. Solid wood walls. Sturdy roof.' he nodded softly in approval, 'If all the places in Nightmare Valley are like this, I think I can get used to it very quickly.'
"Barkeep," he said trying to get her attention, "Um, Bailey was it? Could you please get us two mugs of ale? I'm not sure what all you carry, but the type matters not. We only need it to get the blood warm."
He thought for a moment, "I'm not even sure that your friend will drink with me, but if she does not, it won't be wasted. I assure you."
At that moment, he noticed Fatin walking down the stairs. She looked quite lovely in the loose fitting clothes, not at all frumpy as it might on some women. But, it had a sense of normalcy as if any other outfit just wouldn't look right on her.
"Welcome back," he stood up and pulled her chair out for her, "Take a seat, and we can get to business. I took the liberty of ordering us each a mug of ale. I apologize if you do not drink, but I knew not."
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 1:31 pm
Bailey smirked. This guy was new in town so she'd let it slide...besides, judging from the way he was dressed, he was from someplace where it was normal to call bartenders barkeeps. She went behind the counter to grab two mugs and to the ale. Fatin's was going to be a bit special, one that really warmed the blood...at least hers.
Fatin glanced at him from over her shoulder. She wasn't sure she wanted to trust the man....then again she was also his key to surviving around here until he gained his own...nightmare footing. She sat down in the offered chair and adjusted the skirt a bit so she didn't feel awkward sitting on it. "Thank you.." She murmured softly.
Bailey scuttled over with the drinks, sitting Fatin's before her, then Altair's ale before him. "Enjoy," she said and scuttled back to her counter and grabbed another glass and cloth and proceeded to make sure they were clean.
Fatin sniffed her mug and smiled some, taking a small sip and relaxing. The ale burned in her veins but it was mild compared to the rush of fresh warmed blood that left a mild copper aftertaste in her mouth.
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 10:57 am
"Thank you," Altair smiled and nodded at Bailey as she sat the drinks down.
He sniffed his mug, 'No odd smell. I doubt this woman would have reason to poison me. Still...' He just shook his head. There could be no reason for either of these women to kill him. He'd done nothing wrong, at least nothing wrong to them.
"So," he turned to look at Fatin, "What were we discussing before?"
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