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 Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 2:28 pm
Brindol is your typical medieval fantasy town. A marketplace, blacksmith jeweller and such, nothing is missing. Just take a look at the map to see where everything is. Map1. Gates, respectfully named for their wind-direction. 2. Unused 3. Unused 4. Unused 5. Marketplace 6. Dragon Inn (Ground Floor)7. Market Office (regulates usage of marketplace) 8. Profiteers Guildhall 9. Jeweller 10. Town blacksmith 11. Coffee house 12. Unused 13. Cavalry stables with military blacksmith 14. Craftsman 15. Unused 16. Old worshipping place 17. Town Hall 18. Barracks and training court. 19. Mansion 20. Graveyard 21. Church A few explanations about some buildings. The Coffee House is a gathering place where merchants meet other merchants. It’s basically like a tavern but they only serve coffee or sweet drinks. At this place the biggest deals are made and corporations are set up. It’s a meeting place for the rich. Military blacksmith, a blacksmith with no real talent in enchanting he make the simple metal armour that is somewhat enforced with magic, making it lighter or a bit stronger. He’s nothing special. Profiteers Guildhall, meeting place for every owner of a shop or store in town, they are all aligned with this guild. Town blacksmith, jeweller and craftsman, these are the people you want to contact for professional magical items. Reasonable fellows that can create somewhat complex items on a good day. Unfortunately the town isn’t so big that famous enchanters live in it. You might wonder where Brindol is located, well, it’s located a kingdom called Logan. Positioned right at the border it’s regarded as the last civilized settlement before reaching the Wilderness. The Wilderness is a vast forest west of Brindol. It covers the mountains that are home to various vicious critters. It’s home to Dark Elves, gnomes, goblins and even a few trolls. Because it’s located so close to the Wilderness Brindol houses over 200 soldiers, half of which are constantly on patrol around Brindol and a few yards in to the forest. Amongst those soldiers there is a select group called the White Fang. A group of men that are known for their skill and courage, they are the ones that venture deeper in to the Wilderness so that they might scout out raiding parties and warn the town. These White Fangs are divided in two groups, Scouts and Exterminators. The Scouts only scout as that's obvious, the Exterminators are the ones that are called to kill mountain trolls or small raiding parties that come too close. As any fantasy roleplay this one is gifted with magic. Magic here doesn’t work with casters or wizards going around throwing spells over the place. Magic is created when somebody with the gift creates something. If a blacksmith is forging a sword and things strongly about a flame his gift will infuse the sword with a magical flame. The stronger and accurate the thought, the stronger the magic. A well trained enchanter can infuse complex idea’s in to an item. This magic is divided in three branches, each with it’s own Grandmaster. Forging, tinkering and crafting. Out of those three crafting is the biggest branch as it involves making clothes to pieces of paper or toys. This magic is said to be present in everybody, which is also the reason why everybody can wield these magical items. Of course these items are mostly custom made and very expensive. To make sure that stealing them is useless they are usually created with a certain security lock. This can consist of a spell that has to be said or certain objects touching each other. In short, it can be anything and when done wrong it sometimes has devastating effects on the user.
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2008 3:05 am
My characterName:Brandon 'The Joker' Khalla Age: 26 Occupation: White Fang Exterminator Weapons: 53 card deck (magical, includes joker)52 cards: Espandon26 cards: Leafsword13 cards: knife
Appearance: Link
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2008 1:27 pm
Name: Lenneth Silverlake
Age: 24
Occupation: Traveler
Appearance: Lenneth
Weapon of Choice: Chernobog (light short sword) and the Sun Chakram
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2008 3:20 pm
Lenneth Silverlake sighed as she leaned her upper arms on the stone railings, bored out of her mind. Waiting had never been one of her strong points. She was far too impatient to wait for someone who should have never been late in the first place because she never set up meetings that were not important. Granted of course, that she hadn’t been the one to set up this little get together but still! She tried her best to be early. The least the other party could do was to exert the same effort. It was common courtesy really.
Her sigh was a long one. She was getting all worked up again and that wouldn’t do. She’d be meeting someone of exemplary skills and quite probably intelligence so she needed a cool head. She groaned out loud, attracting the attention of a few guards who were patrolling the area. The moment her father had learned that she was coming back home for a visit, he’d set her up with someone. So before she even got to say ‘I’m home!’ he’d intercepted her and had told her that she would be meeting his possible son-in-law. Her reaction had been explosive and instead of the quiet evening she’d pictured she would have with her family, yelling and flat out fighting had occurred during dinner.
She cringed as she flexed her arm. Her father could really throw one hell of a punch. She smirked though, when she remembered how many blows she’d given him to think about before he attempted another match making event. Ultimately, she’d been the one who’d lost though. All her father had to do was throw those puppy dog eyes at her and she came down crashing. Even made her promise that she’d meet this guy too so that she couldn’t fake that she’d forgotten all about it. He knew that his daughter always kept her promises and that it was like a blow to her own ego if ever she broke one.
Lenneth straightened and fingered the handle of the sword she had strapped on her back for a moment…or she would have if she hadn’t left Chernobog back at home as per the request of her father. After how his last attempt at matchmaking ended up, he wasn’t taking any chances. One of her eyes twitched as her hand met thin air and she dejectedly she brought it down to her hip where her chakrams were usually placed. They too had been left at home and she brought her arms up to hug herself. She always felt a bit naked when she didn’t have her weapons.
It was a necessity to have some sort of arsenal when traveling alone so she always slept with her weapons. They had become some sort of extensions of herself and it felt as she was at a disadvantage without them by her side. She looked around again, spotting no one that even remotely resembled the man that her father had described to her. She growled low in her throat. Five more minutes and she was going to leave. She didn’t care if she earned a bad reputation because of this. It was just another thing to add to her long lists of uniqueness.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 6:33 am
Brandon stepped out of the forest, he just got back from an assignment and judging by his looks it didn’t go so well. His right upper arm is cut from an arrow. A trace of blood runs down his left cheek from a blow to the head and he spits out some blood, also from the blow to his head. A mountain troll they said, all alone and not so big. They were right, about two things, he wasn’t so big and it was a mountain troll. They apparently missed the small group of gnomes just a few yards further. They instantly reacted when they heard the roar of the troll and assisted the beast. That’s when Brandon got his upper arm cut and the blow to his head when he was distracted by it. He cursed the Scouts that informed him off it, they hadn’t checked the regular perimeter when dealing with a troll. He would have to have a good word with them once he got back from his appointment, for which he was late.
He reached in his coat and pilled out a bandage which wrapped around his arm to stop the bleeding. Meanwhile he had gone over his teeth with his tongue, luckily none were knocked lose. A sigh escaped his lips as he walked trough the West-Gate, a few soldiers stared at him, mumbling amongst themselves. Brandon is somewhat famous amongst them, as are all the other White Fangs, they refer to him as the Joker because off his cards. He doesn’t mind but he doesn’t encourage it either.
As he walked trough the streets of Brindol he scrapped off the dried blood from his head wound. His aunt would be pissed if she heard that he wasn’t at his best when he talked to this girl. Sheesh, setting up some type of date for him, ‘you never get out, you can use this. What would your parents think when they saw you like this?’ He can still hear her words ringing in his head. It’s not that he didn’t want to meet a girl, he just despised every girl in this town, they had no spine, no spunk. This one would probably be the same, looking all cute and pretty, they were just after his career.
As Brandon turns the corner he sighs again and finds his composition. With a straight back and neutral face he walks up to Lenneth. Apparently she isn’t from Brindol, or she hasn’t been in Brindol that many times because he didn’t recognize her. When he’s close he gives her a small nod, “pleasure to meet you, my name is Brandon. Who might you be?” He would at least act civil and polite, he was raised like that after all.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 3:01 pm
Lenneth massaged her forehead with the tips of her fingers. With every second that passed by that her date was nowhere to be found, her irritation added more fuel to the flame. It was the reason as to why when Brandon introduced himself, Lenneth gave him a firm glare. It diminished, however, when she saw that he was more than a little beaten up. That cheered her up immensely and it showed on her face too. In the span of a few seconds, her facial expression went from angry, to surprised, to downright accommodating. It was creepy in a way. One could easily tell that she was planning something from the glint in her eyes.
“I am Lenneth Silverlake, the only daughter of Royce Silverlake,” she answered, sticking close to formality. The Silverlake family was quite known for their talent in the crafts and of making weapons. Although Lenneth was probably the only one of her bloodline to have strayed from that path even with her talent at creating beautiful objects from unattractive materials. Her father had despaired at her decision to travel instead of taking over the family business but as usual, once Lenneth had decided, little to nothing could make her change her mind.
“Forgive me for saying this but, you look like you’re going to die at any minute now. Would you like to cancel this appointment and treat your wounds? I perfectly understand,” she continued nodding her support. In her mind she was pointing a blade at his neck and telling him to just say ‘yes I would like to cancel’. She’d stay in her house for the rest of the day and prepare her things. The next morning, she was going to sneak out and do some more traveling. They’d never have to see each other again…or at least, until she returned which wouldn’t be for quite a while yet and by then he would have probably forgotten all about her.
“What am I saying?” she said suddenly shaking her head, “of course you would. This little gathering is worthless compared to your health. I insist that you go and get yourself treated instead,” there was an edge in her tone, making it known quite plainly that she would not take no for an answer. And that if he wanted to argue about this matter, she’d be taking him head on and would show absolutely no mercy. The advantage was on her side after all.
And in this way, she'd shown him two of her personality traits; stubborn and a challenge seeker. Certainly characteristics that men in Brindon hated in women. If she played her cards correctly, she'd be out of here and wouldn't have a problem with men for quite a while.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 4:12 pm
Well, Lenneth seemed to be somewhat angry but it quickly passed. Brandon didn’t trust it one bit, her eyes showed that she was planning something. Perhaps it had to with him, perhaps it was nothing but he would be watching out where he stepped. The first sentence she spoke made it all too clear, she wasn’t interested in him. That formal tone, that smile on her face, that didn’t promise to be any good.
Did he look that bad? He only had a bandaged arm and perhaps some more blood in his hair but that wasn’t that much. Heck, if he really looked like he was going to die moments he would at least be covered in blood. He knew how he would look because he experienced a few times before. All beaten up, not a single drop of energy left. Heck, that’s when he would be dead, not now. The more he thought about it, the more Lenneth expressed her feelings with such strength, the more it dawned on him. This women was looking forward to this meeting as much as he was.
Far from Brandon to go along with it and keep on dancing around the subject. He would confront it head on as he did with everything, eventually slicing it down. “Oh quit the charades, I can read between the lines. You don’t want to be here and to be honest, I didn’t want to be here. I changed my mind however, you look interesting. Far more interesting then any other girl in Brindol. You have a spark in you that rare to find in a girl.” He grinned and pulled out his card deck, “besides, it seems like our two families have met in the past. It’s because of your family that my father, my great grand father and I survived so many fights.” He showed her the deck, “I believe this is made by one of your great grand fathers.” He pointed to a small symbol in the corner, “see, there’s the symbol.”
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 5:23 pm
Lenneth’s eyes widened at his robust reply. Completely unlike his earlier self! Of all the things! His reply was completely unexpected and what’s worse, it seemed that her tactic had backfired. She should have just acted as if she was an idiot! That would have worked pretty well since he didn’t seem to like the traditional girls. Good lord she could kick herself! She was about to state her uninterested status when he showed her his deck of cards. She stepped a little closer to inspect the piece of art and the symbol before she nodded in an affirmative. A triangle with an elaborate ‘S’ in the center and a diagonal slash from left to right. It was the Silverlake crest. There was no doubt about it.
“If I remember correctly, that’s one of the Silverlake masterpieces,” Lenneth said with a hint of a smile. She’d never seen the original before. All they had at home was a record and a drawing of it. It was nothing compared to the real thing. It was completely breathtaking. She looked up at him and raised a brow, “that’s one of Laurence Silverlake’s later works. I believe it was the last one he created before he retired and gave the shop to my grandfather. Thank you for taking care of it.”
She took two steps back, trying to put distance between them and crossed her arms.
“I’m only here because my father is holding the Sun Chakrams hostage. He won’t tell me where he hid them and I’ve turned the house upside down looking for my artwork. Are you certain you don’t want to cancel? It would save us both of the headache,” she said, sounding almost desperate to get away from him.
Her chakrams were her own personal work. She was the one who designed them and she’d spent a month shaping the metal into the flames of the sun. She’d gotten calluses for it and aching shoulders but it was all well worth it. Once it had been imbued with the properties of fire and light, it had come out just the way that she had imagined it would. When they flew through the air, it was as if there were twin suns slicing up the sky with their golden rays. Beautiful and deadly.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 5:54 pm
So he had surprised him? Good, it would keep her on her toes and discourage lying or any other way to try and get rid of him. He grinned when she was drawn to his cards, like she said, they were masterpieces, each and every one of them. To be able to create such a complex piece of art was truly a gift. You had to imagine every aspect of the deck and what you wanted it to do while you crafted it. Brandon could only imagine how much it was worth.
“Don’t thank me, thank your great, great grand father, this deck looks the same as it did when I saw it for the first time.” He grinned, the deck was something he was extremely proud off, it was made to be of use to any type of fighter, in any situation. Brandon had made it his own personnel quest to master it completely. The way she handled it looked like she was just as inspired by it as he was the first time his father showed it to him, teaching him the secret words to open the deck.
So she was bribed in to this? She was of worse then he was. He grinned and raised his shoulders, “your exaggerating, I’m not that bad company and I won’t get a headache from your voice.” He doubted sweet words would work on her but the least he could do was try. “Besides, what good will do it be if you search the house again? Just join me on a drink in the Dragon Inn and have a good time. If you want I’ll show you the complete deck after you explained to me why those chakrams mean so much you.” Judging from her first interest in the deck, this would probably lure her in completely. Or so he hoped, if it didn’t he could always try a different angle.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 8:54 pm
He wouldn't get a headache from her voice? Did he mean to imply that her voice wasn't pleasant? How rude! She frowned and opened her mouth to deliver a scathing reply when he continued talking. She blinked at his sense of logic. True, she had been planning on searching the house again and perhaps threatening her father with bodily harm should she fail in her quest to get her beloved chakrams back but she knew that even if it didn't work, she'd be saved from this date. She was about to interrupt his rambling with a 'No. I'd rather tire myself out doing something productive, like going to the market and buying some fresh ingredients' when he'd mentioned showing her his deck.
The complete deck? To be able to study one of the Silverlake masterpieces was a once in a lifetime oppurtunity! Lenneth felt herself smiling but then firmly stamped it down before it could reach a full blown grin. She looked away, thinking about it. Very tempting. It was very very tempting. And all she had to do was tell him about her own masterpiece and have a drink with him. She looked back at him again, her eyes lighting up with her determination and her stubborn attitude.
"Alright. You have yourself a deal," she said, the words seeming to have been forced from her throat. She just couldn't believe she'd just agreed to go on a date without one of her works being held hostage. She almost found it funny.
"Do you mind leading the way? It's been years since I've last been in Brindol. And when I left, there was no Dragon Inn," she said dropping her arms. She was trying to relax and enjoy herself as he had said but it was difficult to do. She generally avoided men and didn't have a lot experience with them. Well except for that time when she set one on fire. That one was quite a fond memory. Served that pervert right for trying to touch her without her permission. She'd be doing the same thing to Brandon too if she somehow sensed that he was planning something along those lines.
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 2:14 am
Brandon looked at the sky, the sun was setting down and it would soon be night. Whether he wanted it or not, at the end of the evening he would escort her to her house. If she hadn’t been in Brindol for a long time she wouldn’t know what streets to avoid and who can be trusted. He smiled at her before putting the deck in his coat and stepping in to the right direction. “I don’t mind, it would actually be my pleasure.” Brandon had a somewhat weird personality, problems and obstacles were dealt with direct attacks while all the other things got handled with a little bit more care.
He looked somewhat puzzled by her posture, she didn’t seem like she was enjoying herself at all. She held herself rather stuff and to more he thought about, the more he thought she hadn’t been around men all that much. Well, there was a first for everything and if this would be her first real drink with a man, Brandon would make sure it wasn’t a bad experience.
As he eyed her a little bit better he could say that she was quiet the women, there wasn’t an ounce of fat on her and her muscles showed every so slightly under her skin. Brandon’s best guess was that she was an adventurer like most men these days. Then again, he could never be sure, well he could be sure in one way, ask her. “So if you haven’t been in Brindol for such a long time, what have you been doing then?” He was truly interested, he would often dream about it himself, to just set out and enjoy the world, much like his trip to Brindol had been. But he also knew it would never fly, he would probably settle down here or at some other border, be promoted to commander after a while and settle down. Brandon would become a military man, just like his father and his father before him and so on. The family Khalla could be found at the very beginning of this country, they have always supported Logan as adept commanders and generals.
Brandon placed a second step and started walking down the street. He would keep walking, whether Lenneth followed or not, if she hadn’t been in town she would be forced to follow anyway. Not that the Dragon Inn was so hard to find, if he had said it was at the marketplace she would have probably found it without a problem, but Brandon just liked to take charge. They would have to go down this road and once they reach the river take a left, that way they would avoid some of the streets with hookers and scoundrels.
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 3:06 am
Incredible. It was as if she was dealing with two different people. She had absolutely no doubt that this man was going to keep her on her guard. As he began walking, she smirked at his back. She did love a good challenge. Maybe later she’d try to bait him or strike a bargain. She blinked and shook her head. What was she thinking? There was no way she was going to see him again and she’d make it a point to tell him so at the end of the evening. As her smirk disappeared, she began following him, easily keeping up with swift steps. Unlike most women who preferred taking their time walking, Lenneth had learned earlier on that being on schedule while walking in the wilderness was very important and so, she’d grown accustomed to moving fast.
“I’ve been traveling,” she answered as soon as she was walking beside him, “I grew up in Brindol but…”
She left the sentence hanging, vague and despised whispers and disapproving glares entered her mind. She shook her head, dispelling the images from her memory and tried to appear as if nothing was out of the ordinary. She doubted it would work on him. She was a lousy pretender as almost everything that went through her mind showed on her face but the least she could do was try.
“I grew up in Brindol,” she reiterated, “but instead of taking over the shop, I decided to see the whole of Logan. I’ve been more or less everywhere on the continent.”
She offered no more information. She’d answered his question already and she didn’t think that informing him of her father’s letter about him retiring soon was relevant at the moment. She still hadn’t decided on whether she was going to settle down and take over the shop or continue wth her nomadic lifestyle. Once they reached the river, Lenneth let her gaze wander over to the flowing water. The strange thing was, even when she had her attention somewhere else, she easily avoided the people that were on her path with amazing grace. It was obvious that she was used to the hustle and bustle of the big cities.
“What about you? Are those wounds from a fight in a bar or from something else?” she asked as they turned left, trying to keep the conversation going. Besides, she really was curious, “and how on earth did you roped into this situation? You already know why I’m here.”
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 3:36 am
What he could see from her as he approached him said enough. Those swift steps, not wasting any time, this girl was used to travelling. Something else he could faintly scent was that she was used to fighting, it was something in her movements, fluid and without a hint of useless quirks. Her little laps didn’t escape his eye, she must have left Brindol on bad terms. Everybody could relate to something like that so Brandon just let it be. It would only make her more mad if he dug any deeper.
“That must have been quiet interesting. I take it that you have visited the capital then? That’s my hometown.” He grinned, he had found memories of the capital, it was much more alive then Brindol but the people were less friendly. Just like herself he had no problems navigating trough the crowd because most people made a small side-step. They all had respect for the White Fang, the people who put their lives on the line everyday to protect Brindol.
Brandon didn’t hide the fact that he knew a lot of people in Brindol, especially the guards and fellow soldiers. He nodded countless of times and exchanged looks with a few people who all raised their eyebrow, Brandon with a girl? A girl they didn’t even know. It was strange enough but they all let him be.
He looked at her for a few moment and felt his jaw with his left hand, it was beginning to hurt a little. “I got the cut on my arm from a gnome arrow and the wound on my head is from a mountain trolls fist after I got distracted by the arrow. I just barely managed to block the fist a little bit, otherwise I wouldn’t be here at all.” His eyes drifted to her so he could closely observe her reaction, “as how I got into this? My aunt forced me. She can be rather persuasive if she wants.”
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 4:42 am
Lenneth was observant as well. She took into account the way people moved for Brandon. The only ones she knew that could get crowds to move like that would be the White Fangs. Could he be one of them? She got her confirmation later on when he explained how he’d gotten his wounds. Trolls and gnomes? He was an Exterminator then. Her father wasn’t kidding when he told her that her date would be someone of exemplary skills. She turned her eyes to the road, a frown on her lips. She’d never fought such beings before. And if a White Fang Exterminator almost died facing one, she’d probably be no match for those things. Determination suddenly filled her eyes.
She would train with her weapons far more seriously from now on. She glanced at him sideways. Perhaps he could- Lenneth threw away that thought in her head before it was completed. She wasn’t about to ask for his help. She was staying true to her decision. She had absolutely no interest in seeing him after this day was over. Right. So it was rather pointless to be thinking about these things. She would design her own training course later when she got back home and she got her chakrams (they better not be damaged!) back.
“It seems that we both have family members that are born to be match makers,” was her sarcastic reply.
Soon enough, they reached the market and further up the street, she could see the sign of the Dragon Inn. She looked around. There were stalls and people everywhere. It was quite lively as opposed to the quiet streets they’d just passed. One particular stall captured her attention. Or rather the person handling the store caught her attention. It was a woman with blonde hair in her late twenties. She was trying to sell her jewelries and not exactly having much luck in the process. And then the lady turned in her direction and Lenneth tried to use Brandon as a shield from the woman’s gaze. It didn’t do her any good though. The lady’s mouth dropped open and before another word could be uttered, Lenneth moved swiftly into the crowd, not caring as to whether Brandon followed her or not.
She arrived at the inn in record time. Taking a glance behind her to make certain that blonde didn’t follow, Lenneth entered the building. Once she was inside, she took the time to examine the interior. There were paintings, wooden tables and chairs, beautiful rugs, and last but not the least, people having the time of their lives drinking. She didn’t recognize most of the customers and that was probably a good thing. But that woman, Andrea was her name, was going to tell everyone that she was back. She cringed as she thought about it. Rumors were going start spreading soon. What would Brandon think once some of those nonsense reached his ears?
“Why am I thinking about this?” she asked herself as she approached an empty table by the corner, “it’s not as if I care.”
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 5:07 am
Brandon saw her going trough several emotions, first he saw her filling up on determination, it showed in the way she held herself, straighter and stronger. Then she glanced at him, she wanted to ask something but stopped before she even said a word. Brandon grinned, such behaviour would get him killed in the Wilderness. Acting before thinking the entire thing out. He had seen it happen before, men who stepped forward and then suddenly changed their minds, they never lived long.
He chuckled a little, “yeah, then we have one thing in common.” As he reached the market he stuck a bit closer to Lenneth, one could easily get their money pouch lost here. While keeping an eye on Lenneth he looked around the market. He wasn’t interested in the stall and the people, he was keeping an eye on the small kids that ran around. They would pickpocket you while you were reaching for something in the same pocket if they thought they could get away with it.
Suddenly Lenneth was hiding behind him, from some women in a jewellery stall. Then she was gone. Brandon sighed and saw a stroke of black hair enter the Dragon Inn. Apparently she knew the women behind the stall and it didn’t promise to be any good. He nodded towards the women before turning around and heading to the Dragon Inn as well.
Finally Brandon had made it’s way to the inn as well and opened the door. He waved at the ward and nodded to a few people before finding Lenneth. As he made his way over to her he stopped at three tables to exchange a few words, they were regular customers much like himself and close friends. He sat down next to Lenneth, “well, I think that by tomorrow everybody in Brindol is going to know that ‘Joker’ finally found a girl he likes.” He shook his head, “so what do you want?” Meanwhile one of the waitresses had already come up to the table, waiting for their orders.
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