((hello? Sorry I'm getting bad antsy . . .I blame the coffee!))Celeste wrote:Celeste took a breath and followed Stephan, the firelight glinted of her armor dully, she wore a slightly stern, but mostly blank look on her face. she held her wings close to her back and looked around wearily.
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Caleb pushed open the wooden door of the inn/tavern to a mixture of warm lamplight and the scent of ale as well as the banter of local townsfolk settling in for a few pints with friends.
Caleb was not here to meet friends.
Looking stiff and exhausted, the handsome man made his way calmly through the crowded room until he reached the bar. He was wearing a loose gray shirt and black pants that didn't quite fit him properly, like he'd borrowed the clothes. "I'm in need of a room," he said to the innkeeper, leaning across the bar to be heard over the noise of the tavern.
"It's 20 copper, milord," the man said obligingly, glancing at Caleb's pockets. Caleb reached impulsively into his pockets, as if he wasn't sure if there was money in them or not, but didn't seem surprised to find them empty. He looked thoughtful for a moment and glanced around the room, then looked back at the inkeeper, composed.
"Tally your bills by the number of glasses left on the counter here, Inkeep?" he asked.
"Easiest way to do it," the man confirmed. "Impossible to keep track of what a man drinks in this place."
"The gentleman in the corner has four shotglasses in his lap," Caleb observed. "How odd."
The inkeep glanced over at the man in question, and his eyes confirmed what the stranger had just told him. "That's one of my regulars..." he said in dismay. "Always smiling and laughing."
"I suppose now you know why."
The inkeep looked back at Caleb, stunned. "I'm grateful for your observation. Your room is on the house," he said unhappily. It was obvious part of him would have preferred just to go on not knowing. He pulled a key from his pocket with a "4" carved into it and handed it to Caleb, who reached out and accepted it.
"That's some scratch on your arm, there," the man noted as the fabric of Caleb's shirt slid back to reveal his wrist.
"Cat," Caleb offered flatly without any further explanation. "Thank you for the room."
With that, he dipped his head politely to the inkeep and turned to make his way upstairs.
The inkeep just stared after him. "Cat?" he murmured to himself.
Caleb was not here to meet friends.
Looking stiff and exhausted, the handsome man made his way calmly through the crowded room until he reached the bar. He was wearing a loose gray shirt and black pants that didn't quite fit him properly, like he'd borrowed the clothes. "I'm in need of a room," he said to the innkeeper, leaning across the bar to be heard over the noise of the tavern.
"It's 20 copper, milord," the man said obligingly, glancing at Caleb's pockets. Caleb reached impulsively into his pockets, as if he wasn't sure if there was money in them or not, but didn't seem surprised to find them empty. He looked thoughtful for a moment and glanced around the room, then looked back at the inkeeper, composed.
"Tally your bills by the number of glasses left on the counter here, Inkeep?" he asked.
"Easiest way to do it," the man confirmed. "Impossible to keep track of what a man drinks in this place."
"The gentleman in the corner has four shotglasses in his lap," Caleb observed. "How odd."
The inkeep glanced over at the man in question, and his eyes confirmed what the stranger had just told him. "That's one of my regulars..." he said in dismay. "Always smiling and laughing."
"I suppose now you know why."
The inkeep looked back at Caleb, stunned. "I'm grateful for your observation. Your room is on the house," he said unhappily. It was obvious part of him would have preferred just to go on not knowing. He pulled a key from his pocket with a "4" carved into it and handed it to Caleb, who reached out and accepted it.
"That's some scratch on your arm, there," the man noted as the fabric of Caleb's shirt slid back to reveal his wrist.
"Cat," Caleb offered flatly without any further explanation. "Thank you for the room."
With that, he dipped his head politely to the inkeep and turned to make his way upstairs.
The inkeep just stared after him. "Cat?" he murmured to himself.
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Celeste took a breath and followed Stephan, the firelight glinted of her armor dully, she wore a slightly stern, but mostly blank look on her face. she held her wings close to her back and looked around wearily. her attention was drawn to a man who was headed to the stairs, something made him different. Yet she couldn't put her finger on it.
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Stephan walked in towards the counter that the inn keeper stood at, he dug through his pocket and pulled out the coins that were jingling loosely around in there. “I need a room please,” he told the inn keeper.
“Is she in your room too?” the inn keeper asked, nodding his head towards the woman who was still standing near the door.
Stephan blinked, and then looked towards her. He then looked back to the inn keeper. “We aren’t… no,” he said after a moment. “I believe she’ll be getting her own room.” After all, they had just met and he didn't even know her.
“Is she in your room too?” the inn keeper asked, nodding his head towards the woman who was still standing near the door.
Stephan blinked, and then looked towards her. He then looked back to the inn keeper. “We aren’t… no,” he said after a moment. “I believe she’ll be getting her own room.” After all, they had just met and he didn't even know her.
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Caleb unlocked the door to room 4 and stepped in to the small, moderately furnished space. A twin bed was pushed against the window, and there was a small bureau in the corner. The other wall opened to a small adjoining room with a lavatory and sink. The man locked the door behind him and leaned back against it with a deep breath. Only these few hours to be human, and all he could think about was sleep. He certainly wasn't going to let his guard down during the day, when he was in that ridiculous state...
He walked to the bed and grudgingly lay down without even pulling down the sheets. He needed to be looking for a cure for this curse, not lying around, but in the end, his exhaustion won out. He closed his eyes and focused on making himself relax.
He walked to the bed and grudgingly lay down without even pulling down the sheets. He needed to be looking for a cure for this curse, not lying around, but in the end, his exhaustion won out. He closed his eyes and focused on making himself relax.
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The inn keeper looked at her suspiciously. “You ain’t one of those pesky Dark Angels are you?” he asked, leaning on one arm across the bar as he slid Stephan’s key towards him. He worked on the Border, the inn keeper had seen his share of strange and unusual people, Celeste was no different than the rest to him. However, he couldn’t say the same for his patrons.
Stephan looked down at his key and he was about to continue on, but something told him to lurk back, move slow. He didn’t know why, and he didn’t like it. He had a duty to do, a friend to help, the last thing he needed was to get caught up in someone elses problems. Then again, he was just that type of man.
Stephan looked down at his key and he was about to continue on, but something told him to lurk back, move slow. He didn’t know why, and he didn’t like it. He had a duty to do, a friend to help, the last thing he needed was to get caught up in someone elses problems. Then again, he was just that type of man.
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The Inn Keeper smiled. “Well, then, do you want a room?” he asked, watching Stephan for a moment as he seemed interested in what was happening between them.
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Stephan sighed as he looked at Celeste. So that is why his gut had told him to stay down stairs. He dug through his pockets and pulled out several more blank gold coins and handed them to the inn keeper. “Give her a room,” he told the man with a smirk.
“Alright, a room it is,” he said as he slid another key across the table. “Many thanks for the business.”
“Thanks for the shelter,” Stephan replied, turning to head up the steps without waiting for a thank you. He wasn’t used to companions, and not that he considered Celeste one. He was sure that they would part ways by morning, after all, what reason would they have to travel together?
“Alright, a room it is,” he said as he slid another key across the table. “Many thanks for the business.”
“Thanks for the shelter,” Stephan replied, turning to head up the steps without waiting for a thank you. He wasn’t used to companions, and not that he considered Celeste one. He was sure that they would part ways by morning, after all, what reason would they have to travel together?
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OOC: In Heirot you have free control over everything, except other people’s characters. So feel free to control any of the None Player Characters (NPC’s) Which is basically everything.
IC: Stephan looked down at Celeste and his yellow eyes searched her face. “How well do you know these lands?” he asked her slowly, glancing to the men and women who were staring at them. The Inn was still considerably quiet given the fact it had been so rambunctious and loud as they had walked in. He suspected these people were townsfolk, suspicious of outsiders… Or could it be that Celeste’s wings were to blame? Where he was from, things like that were so common… Arken was full of strange beings, demons, monsters, ghosts, and ghouls, elfs, dwarves… and humans. Ighten, or so he had heard, tended to shun “creatures of darkness”. Then again, what defined a creature of darkness? Actions, or appearance.
IC: Stephan looked down at Celeste and his yellow eyes searched her face. “How well do you know these lands?” he asked her slowly, glancing to the men and women who were staring at them. The Inn was still considerably quiet given the fact it had been so rambunctious and loud as they had walked in. He suspected these people were townsfolk, suspicious of outsiders… Or could it be that Celeste’s wings were to blame? Where he was from, things like that were so common… Arken was full of strange beings, demons, monsters, ghosts, and ghouls, elfs, dwarves… and humans. Ighten, or so he had heard, tended to shun “creatures of darkness”. Then again, what defined a creature of darkness? Actions, or appearance.
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The Raith looked at her and smirked. “I don’t need repayment,” he told her. “I hope you do well in this… paladin thing.” He really didn’t know what a paladin was. “Rest well, Celeste.” He would have asked for a guide, had she known her way around, but instead he’d find it on his own. He turned and went up the stairs, looking at the number attached to the key.
He spotted the number 5 with ease, and he slipped the key into the lock, but paused before he opened the door. He was a trained assassin, and he couldn’t help but be paranoid about what lurked behind locked doors. He reminded himself that this place was as foreign to him as he was to it, and doubted seriously someone was waiting on the other side to kill him. So, without further delay, he opened the door.
He spotted the number 5 with ease, and he slipped the key into the lock, but paused before he opened the door. He was a trained assassin, and he couldn’t help but be paranoid about what lurked behind locked doors. He reminded himself that this place was as foreign to him as he was to it, and doubted seriously someone was waiting on the other side to kill him. So, without further delay, he opened the door.