Lore: Smugglers
Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2005 11:34 pm
Thread started by Emora on June 24th, 2004
Emora:
Any one is welcome to join.
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Every morning she walked to Havick's Tavern for Travelers to work to pay off the dept she owed to Havick for helping her brother out of a sticky situation. She didn't mind it… alright she did. So she walked around smelling like ale and what ever funk these people had on them. It was all to help her brother and it was the busiest tavern...
"I'm coming!" she yelled back from the other side of the room as a man continued to ask for ale. She only had two hands for crying out loud.
The tavern had a large bar area and tables where people sat. On one side of the room there was a fireplace and a staircase that led to the rooms. The fire was usually roaring... even in the summer. Since it was night all the time it was colder than most places, no sun got in at all.
She sat the drinks down on the table and sighed heavily as she turned and some one else called out an order. She some times thought that getting sold into slavery would be easier than working in the tavern. Then, again what Havick put her through was slavery.
"I'll be right there," she said a little testily and a booming voice came from right behind her.
"ORA!" it was so loud it caused her to jump. "What have I told you about the customers?"
"Um..." Ora said as she grabbed a rag and wiped a spilled drink off the bar that he had caused her to create. "Be polite?" she asked as if she was guessing.
"Listen here wise…." he was about to finish his sentence when some one called out another order.
"Well, I would really like to finish this conversation... really I would... But… duty calls," she smiled and turned back to the bar.
Oh, how she loved getting on her slave drivers nerves, testing him and all. Only once he hit her... and it will always be once that he did so. Not only did he have her to deal with, but her infamous brother and half the Thieves’ Guild. Yes, she did have connections indeed.
Emora:
The night was passing slowly and she longed for the time when she could leave and go to her brother. They had no clocks in Arroes, so every time the bell rung an hour had passed. She had two more bells to go before the Bewitching Hour and she could leave to smuggle those idiotic criminals out.
The first time hadn't worked and now that they were on bail they were going to try it again. They were going to wind up getting caught and this time executed. She just hoped they didn't drag her brother into it this time after they almost got her caught the last time.
She handed a man a plate of beef and grave with rice and a mug of ale. Then, she turned to continue her other work.
Zenmusha:
Kezadon, walking around the streets of Arroes looking for evil creatures to pick a fight with, and possibly abandoned children to send back to his monastery, stopped when he smelled something... A sweet, delicious smell.... ALE!!! Turning his head in the direction the smell came from, he found a tavern. "Havick's Tavern for Travelers. Well, I'm a traveller, and I like taverns, so... A small break would do me good." Licking his lips with eager anticipation, he walked in.
The bell rang. It was likely near closing time, so he walked to one of the benches and called the upset looking waitress. She was a pretty looking human woman, but something about the way she looked at the clients and her boss told him she might be not only a waitress... But ale was ale! "Missy, would ye be kind enough to bring a mug of ale to this ol' dwarf? Oh, and red deer meat! Oh, and by the way, some veggies if you have any! And, and... Sauce, don't forget the meat sauce! And make it five, no wait, ten mugs of ale! And after that, fresh fruit for the dessert... and another five mugs of ale and a bottle of red whine for the go!"
Emora:
Ora smiled at the dwarf and then gave a nod. She turned disappearing behind a door and when she came back amazingly enough she was balancing all the items he had asked for. She sat them on the table he was sitting at and then set the items out before taking the tray. "Do you require a room?" Ora asked reaching into her pocket for something. She pulled her hand out though and they was nothing in it. She looked at the dwarf waiting for his reply.
Zen musha:
Kezadon's eyes opened wide as he saw the barmaid carrying all of his food and drink. It took him less than five minutes to shove it all down... Now imagine how he's like eating and drinking. Pulling out the bottle's cork with his teeth, he drank half of it at once before replying to the waitress. "Nah, lassy, thank ye. This ol' dwarf's tough enough to sleep in the alleys. And don't be worryin' about the bandits, they know not to go messin' around with good ol' Kezadon here!" His red smilling face would make the most depressed man or woman smile back. He remembered something, and his smile became a bit embarrassed. "Speakin' about bandits, I completely forgot a thief bumped into me the other day and stole me moneybag... So, I can't pay for the meal.... But I'm very skilled at a lotta things, I can make it up for you in any way you like!" Cleaning dishes was something he was more than used to, not to mention mopping the floor and making beds.
Emora:
Ora smiled down at the Dwarf a strand of hair from her face as she held the tray to her chest. "Well," she said and her warm smile turned into a grin. "There are quiet a few dishes..." She looked up to make sure Havick wasn't around. "Tell me when your ready and I think I can sneak you back there..." She leaned down slightly. "You see, Havick likes your money than he does your work." After all that was what Ora was for any way.
Zenmusha:
Kezadon shifted uncomfortably. "Owww, that's escapin' responsibility... Sorry, lass, ye're a kindly sort, but I hafta take blame for me rashness..." Drinking the rest of the bottle, he walked up to the balcony, where Havick was, and slammed his closed fist on in. "Barkeep! This silly dwarf forgot he not be havin' enough gold to pay for the delicious meal that kind barmaid of ye's brought me. So, I was wonderin' if ye could be interested in a full-time cleaning boy. And I'm good at fightin' too, so I'd be a real asset if someone started a fightin' here."
Emora:
Havick looked up at the dwarf with a blank expression then his eyes drifted across the room and gave Ora a fierce glare. She just smiled brilliantly and disappeared behind the door again.
"I got an idea, why don't I just call the city guards in and have them arrest ya for stealing?" Havick asked and he grew a smile on his sweaty face. Then a thought struck him, which was very odd indeed. He had been having trouble more and more with silly teenage pipsqueaks coming in and making a mess of things. "Good fighter, eh? Well, I be needing a person to handle my... dirty affaires in the Tavern, stupid kids come in here every now and then and think they need to defend there man hood in a bar fight... Well, I guess so. Talk to Ora, she'll show ya the ropes."
Zenmusha:
Kezadon scratched his head. He didn't like the idea of beating up silly teenagers... But well, guess they had it coming upon themselves. "Thank ye, Mr. Havick boss. Me be callin' ye boss now, right?" He lowered his head, walked three steps back, and turned to the door Ora had gone through. He entered the kitchen, not a very healthy looking thing, but he'd gone used to worse things... like passing a whole week only eating what flies he could catch with a pair of chopsticks.
"Miss Ora! Ye be there, lass?" He caught a glimpse of her. "Guess what, Miss Ora, we be workin' mates! 'Till I get my meal payed for, that be. Boss told me that there be silly young men actin' brave in the tables an' such. He said ye'd fill me in."
Emora:
"How long have you been in Arroes?" Ora asked and wiped her hands on a rag. The kitchen was most definitely the dirtiest place in the Tavern. Roke, the cook had spilled quite allot of something on the floor and totally disappeared some place. So it was left to her to clean up. She got on her knees and began wiping it up with the rag. "Some people come here and leave quickly, some have lived here all their lives. One thing both people find out is Arroes is not the kindest place in the world. New people come here and hide from the guards, the problem is, here is not the best place to hide when you act like your hiding something and people in Arroes are very noisy. Fights are easily started when you’re being defensive towards anything."
She wiped her for head with the back of her hand. "You have to watch one of the guards very closely. He comes in here when he's off duty every night around the same time and won't want to leave. He's the captain of the guard; mind you so don't get on his bad side. He gets drunk easily and has attitude problems. His name is.... is... well I haven't really asked before. But, he'll be the one who starts the fights mostly and he'll also be the one to finish them... I give ya this peace of advice..." she said as she rose and through the rag in the sink. "Don't get on his bad side..."
Zenmusha:
Kezadon smiled back at her. "Don't worry 'bout me, lass. Ol' Kezadon here be used 'ta fightin' cowards in armor. And..." He grabbed himself another rag, and helped her out with the cleaning. "... I be in Arroes for a few months... It be worse than what me master said it be. People be a livin' in Hell, that much I gathered. But don't ye worry, Kezadon's here ta help out the one's needing me help. That be what me be sent here in the first place, lass." He realized he had shared too much... "Sorry, this ol' dwarf gets ramblin' evry now and then..." He started to wash the dishes... after getting done with cleaning the slovenly sink...
Emora:
Ora looked at him for a moment then looked around to make sure no one had heard. "Shhh..." she hissed and looked back at the dwarf. "If you want to keep your head you want say things like that around here and any place else unless you know it's safe..."
She was about to say more when that booming voice yelled her name. "Well, duty calls," she said and turned away strolling through the door and into the tavern part.
"Yes, how may I help you?" she asked and seated them and then went back to the kitchen to get there order. Still Roke hadn't come back. She looked at Kezadon for a moment and then at the oven. She smiled and grabbed an already made mug of ale. "Do you know how to cook?"
Zenmusha:
"Why sure, lass! Why, back at the monastery they said I was too good a cooker fer their stoic lifestyle! Ah, this reminds me of the good ol' days when me mother cooked roast mole... a Dwarven specialty, ye know? Even better than lamb... Sorry, what did they want fer' dinner?" He grabbed the cooking utensils, got dressed in an apron (that didn't quite fit...), and grabbed as many ingredients he could find, not waiting for Ora's answer. "Well, lassy, what should I be preparin'?"
Emora:
Ora smiled and replied, "Two bowls of soup, some bread and... And two mugs of ale." She turned and filled another mug with ale. "Can you handle that?" she asked with a smile. She couldn't help but wonder where Roke had gotten to, he was supposed to do the cooking.
Zenmusha:
Kezadon looked at the mug of ale with a greedy look... before shaking his head and focusing on the task. "Of course, Miss Ora! Come closer here, ta learn how a very special soup is made." He grabbed a few carrots, a few potatoes, one or two onions and a pumpkin, as well as a bottle of olive oil. "Ye see, lass, soup's about knowin' how ta mix the ingredients." He filled the cooking pot with water, and set the oven on fire. In the meantime, he sliced the veggies, and cut a large slice of pumpkin. "Some be good for mixin' with each other, some don't." He began smashing the pieces using a large mortar and pestle, until they resembled a sort of mud. He then threw the contents into the cooking pot, whose water had began to boi, and he poured a small amount of salt. "And this, Miss Ora, is a very nice mix." He used a wooden spoon to stir the mud in the cooking pot... and it began to resemble a tasty looking soup. "And now, ta give it an healthy look..." He poured a few drops of olive oil into it, and stirred again. The oil, that obviously didn't sink, was now spread in tiny drops all across the surface. "Learn ta cook well, Miss Ora, and lads all over Heirot'll be askin' yer hand! And with that pretty face of ye's, it'll be easy ta pick the one ye wants."
That done, he cut the bread in deveral slices, and spread butter in them. "There, all set ta be eaten."
Emora:
Ora watched with a smile, though on the inside something was telling her to get moving. Havick would be on her tail in a second if she didn't get out there with something, she watched though and at least she would no how to cook her own soup.
"Thank you," she said and put the bowls of soup on the tray with the bread and pushed the door open with hr back before disappearing.
Everything slowly started to die down as people either were drunk and passed out or having quiet conversation. She wiped down the counter of the bar and when she was finished she took the money, what little tips some people had given her, into the drawer where all Havick's money was. She had to give it up, it was part of the deal she had made with him.
She sighed and leaned against the bar, waiting for something to happen, because she knew it was bound to. She locked the drawer back; not even noticing that half of the money was missing from the drawer. She was just doing her nightly routine.
Zenmusha:
Bored in the kitchen, with nothing else to cook, Kezadon went back to the dining room. He noticed the drunk people sleeping on the tables, and grabbed himself a wet rag, and used it to clean their faces. "Alright, sir, ye'd had enough fer one night... Come on, ol' Kezadon'll take ye out, watch out fer the stairs... Come back again sir!" He told the customers, who waved semi-conscious at him while they left. Grabbing the half-full mugs of ale for himself, he went back to Ora. "So, miss Ora, things seem ta be pretty much done, eh? All we hafta wait now be the troublemakers." He rubbed his hands, with a malicious smile. "Ah, me be a needin' exercise..."
Emora:
Ora smiled and was about to reply when the door to the tavern opened and a tall large burly orc looking thing stepped into the room. His hair was unkept, his face had a few good warts on it and he was all around ugly. How any whore in a brothel could stand to look at him Ora would never know.
He walked to the bar, eyeing Kezadon for a moment and then he looked to Ora. His horrid face broke out into a grin. "The usually for me lil' Gal," he leaned against the bar looking around and then his eyes rested on Kezadon again, the grin still there. "How are ya tonight little dwarf?
Just then two more gaurds came in behind their leader and took seats at a table. Ora came with his over large mug of ale and handed it to him. "What will your friends have?" she asked, her face totally expressionless, she didn't like showing expression around these people, but mostly it was disgust or anger. The man looked at her and grinned. "Ale, love, always ale."
So she again disappeared and again his eyes looked to Kezadon.
Zenmusha:
Kezadon bent himself slightly. "Fine, sir. Thank you for asking." He said that with a smile. No reason to get angry. It was quite obvious he was a dwarf, and quite obvious he was short.
His expression was serious while the man's friends sat down, and he readied himself for a fight when he called Ora 'love' ... But smiled once again when he stared back at him. "If there's anything else you need, feel free to ask, sir."
Emora:
Ora brought mug after mug of ale to the two who sat at the table, but oddly tonight the captain didn't drink as much as he usually did and he didn't sit down with his friends. He still leaned against the bar and was still giving Kezadon a grin and look every once and a while as if he knew him from somewhere or as if he were thinking of something to say, something smart.
Ora brought him three more mugs and even by then his grin was starting to turn drunken. It was getting closing time and this was the hard part. "Another round, love."
"I'm sorry sir," Ora said and pulled the empty mug away. "It's closing time and you and your friends need to leave."
"Leave?" he asked and looked at her with that stupid grin. "Why, I do so enjoy your company, I think I'll stay around for a little while longer... What do you say boys?" They chuckled as he looked at them, then back at her. Ora gripped the bar for a second as she looked into his dark eyes.
Then she looked to her new friend. "Kezadon, will you shows these men out please? I don't believe they understand me," she said very politely and folded her arms. That grin was getting on her nerves.
'Come, now love, just a few moments of your time and a good mug of your finest ale..." He gave her an idiotic drunken puppy face. "Besides, I don't think the little dwarf could through me out if he wanted... Just look at the little bugger... Tell me little dwarf…” And he continued on with the most descriptive and vile thing to say to some one about there parentage.
Zenmusha:
Kezadon kept his look blank. He knew better than to give in to mindless taunting from mindless people. "That's you opinion. We're all entitled to have opinions." He said with a smile. "Now gentleman, this isn't a brothel, Miss Ora's pretty, but she's not a lowlife. So, if you'll excuse me, we have to close the Inn for the night." He grabbed the man's arm, and would lead him out gently if he allowed him to.
Emora:
Ora smiled at Kezadon and watched as he grabbed the man's arm, but the brute pulled away and raised his hand to him, he reached over and Ora stepped away, but it was the mug he was going for. He grabbed it up and smacked it against his head. Yes, the guard love fights and he did almost anything to get one. He wondered how this was going to start?
Zenmusha:
Kezadon closed his eyes as the mug came crashing on his head... And smiled as he cleansed his bald head with his hands and licked the ale. "Ah, sir, how did'cha guess ol' Kezadon enjoys ale?" He laughed politely. "Alright, young sirs, we had a bit of a laugh now, but it be gettin' a little late for horsin' around. If you'll excuse us..." He grabbed the man's arm again, as gently as before.
Emora:
The guard gritted his teeth. This little dwarf thought he could tell him what to do. "I'd step back if I were you, my little barmaid, I wouldn't want you to get blood all over your lovely dress." With that said he pulled a dagger and sliced at the dwarf, his friends stood up and were coming over to get a piece of the action.
Ora screamed when she saw the dagger go towards her new friend and she reached over the counter to grabbed the hand. She managed and it must have annoyed the guard greatly. He grabbed her by the hair and finished pulling her over the counter, throwing her to the floor, stepping over her and trying again to attack the dwarf. “Don’t worry,” the guard said with gritted, “I’ll give you something too…”
Zenmusha:
Now they had gone too far... When the man threw Ora to the ground, Kezadon lost his cute Snow-White-dwarf-look, abandoned his smile,... and overall he looked like an angry block of stone. He simply walked one step back, letting the dagger slice harmlessly through the air, grabbed his hand, and twisted his wrist, breaking it in the process. He then got a grip on his shoulder with his free hand, kicked his flanks to make him bend down, and slammed his head against the counter, shattering the wooden surface. Then he threw the man against the other guards, and they all fell under their captain's weight. "I wish it didn't come to this..."
Emora:
Ora watched with awe at the happenings, but then she grew fearful and she stood up quickly after he had sent all three of the men to the floor. Slowly the ones got up and out from under their captain. Havick's feet could be heard coming from the other room and Ora looked around.
"Alright," Ora said and looked at the guards. "It's time you left..." They shoved her a side with angry looks and charged at the Dwarf.
Ora growled and said lowly. "I've had enough," she grabbed the one closest to her by the collar and snatched him back. "Get out!" she yelled and shoved him towards the door. Good thing he was drunk and had slow reaction time. The other man went after Kezadon.
Zenmusha:
He saw the man charging at him... And didn't really care. When the guy was just about to strike at him, he simply walked one step sideways... and punched the back of his head, throwing him to the floor. His foe at his mercy, he grabbed his hand, twisted it so that his elbow made a 90º angle, put the man's hand on his chest... and allowed his own weight to do the rest. The guy screamed in agony as his elbow and shoulder joints broke. And Kezadon didn't seem happy either.
Then he made a surprisingly athletic jump all the way from the counter to the door, and hit the guy in the chest with a kick, sending him flying out of the Inn. "Leave this place at once." His normally cheery voice was now much more serious, and it was like his lungs were a cave, judging by his tone.
Emora:
Ora watched as the hurt man walked out and both had left their captain lying on the floor. Ora stood over him for a moment and then looked to Kezadon. "I don't think you or I will be working any where for a very long time..." Ora said and watched as Havick finally came out of his office and looked dead at her, then Kezadon, and then the guard lying on the floor.
His face turned blood red and Ora swallowed hard. His face had only done that once... "What have you done!!! I'll have you both sent to the Slave Shop for this!!! You'll have the entire guard breathing down my neck!"
Zenmusha:
Kezadon stood between Havick and Ora. "Mr. Havick, Ora is not to blame for the course of events. That man..." He pointed to the fallen captain "... opened the hostilities, and attacked Ora, and planned to murder me and rape her. I did what I was told to do, and that was fight off troublemakers... And these were definitely that. If however your sense of justice is dulled so, we shal take our leave of this filth you call tavern. Don't try to send men after us, they'll end up far worse than the guards." With that said, he turned around, and left the tavern.
Emora:
Ora's stomach did flip flops at what Kezadon had said about them murdering him and... and... She watched as he spoke to Havick. Then, he left and she didn't feel like being alone with the slowly waking captain and the very angry Havick. She turned on her heal and rushed after Kezadon. She hadn't even thought about what that man would have done to her if he would have killed her friend... not until now and it made her feel sick on the inside. She caught up to Kezadon and put a hand on his shoulder. "Thank you," she said softly and tried to smile, but it was very week.
"Ora!!!" she heard Havick's voice say and she looked back. "You still work for me! It's the deal remember..." He smiled and turned to walk back in. "See you in the morning..." He was gone.
"Sadly," she said quietly and looked back at Kezadon. "Really, thank you." Her face was all flushed as her mind still lingered on that thought.
Zenmusha:
Kezadon looked sadly back at her. His anger had dissipated, and now he was feeling even more remorceful than before. "There's nothing to thank about... What I did back there was terrible..." He closed his eyes. The sounds of bones snapping still lingered in his mind. "It was all my fault... Likely they wouldn't have done anything different than giving the usual bearable amount of trouble if they hadn't seen me." He looked up to the black, cloudy sky. "Sometimes I wonder why we senscient beings keep battling each other for no reason at all. There was no sense to it..." He looked at her again, trying to smile, no matter how sad it seemed. "Hope I didn't give you much trouble... That boss of yours seems a real nutty. So, where shall ol' Kezadon be escortin' a bonny lass like yerself?"
Emora:
Ora smiled at him saying she was bonny. It was night now, late indeed and she usually went to meet her brother. She had the feeling she could trust him. "Come follow me," she said and began walking down the street when she turned down an alley. They walked a good ways until the came to something that looked like a small cabin built in between to large buildings. It was odd, but every one thought it was just a small little home where an old couple lived.
Ora knocked on the door and it opened to reveal a tall man standing there. He was older than Ora by a good ten years, but he was her brother and she loved him. "Joe, this is Kezadon, he's a friend." He stepped a side and let them in. Joe held out a hand to the dwarf she had brought. "Joe Falls."
Zenmusha:
Kezadon made his trademark sheering smile, and shook Joe's hand. "Kezadon Shunmi, at yer service lad. So, ye be little Ora here's brother, eh? Tall man, ye are... But I'm not pretty much tall meself, am I?" He laughed out loud, and entered their house.
"So, what do ye lads be doin' here?"
Emora:
Ora's brother smiled and moved to a wooden chair and sat down. He looked at Ora for a moment, maybe noticing that her hair was not neat like usual. "Well," he said and drank something from a glass. "It depends on what Ora has told you." He said as Ora walked away and into a small room.
"What has she told you?"
Zenmusha:
It was then that he noticed that she didn't tell him much... except for a few small slipups that lead him to believe that she somehow helped out people getting away from Arken. "Well, from what me gathered, lad, ye're both inta some kind'a illegal immigration thing. Not that I blame ye, 'tis a terrible place to live, Arken is. And..." he looked at his glass.... "Is that ale?"
Emora:
Joe smiled and got up walking to a cabinet and pulling out a jug. He pored some into an empty cup and handed it to the dwarf before sitting the jug on the bar. "What I think we are doing can only be considered illegal by The Bitch Queen, but if you want to call it that, yes. We sneak people mostly good people, but we have done a few criminals out of Arken... some don't make it... but most do."
Ora returned, having changed out of her barmaids dress and into something simpler and more comfortable. Tonight was there off night and they had no one to smuggle. She sat in a small fluffy chair across the room and watched the two talk. Her mind was still running over things that had happened, but had gotten far past the part that had jolted her more.
"Ora, your home early, did Havick finally grow a heart?" Joe asked with a smile, taking a swig of his drink.
Zenmusha:
Kezadon, who was happily sipping away his ale as he heard Joe's tale, coughed when he asked her sister why she had gotten home early. Excuse me, lads, I need another drink..." He grabbed the jug of ale... And drank away the contents. "I'll go get meself some fresh air..." He went outside, looking at the moon, or at least imagining the moon between the thick mantle of clouds in the sky. He didn't like the least bit what had happened at the Inn... And he feared Ora might get in more trouble that she already was in because of him. He had caught the guard's attention for himself, and for her, as well. They'd likely be watching her closely now... Perhaps it'd be better if he left them. Yes, pick himself a fight with every guard in Arroes, leave'm all crippled and go back to Iwama... That'd make sure they didn't upset little Ora for a while. He readied himself to leave...
Emora:
Ora opened up the door and looked out. "Kezadon?" she asked quietly and looked at him with a confused expression as she stepped out side into the cold night air. "Something wrong?"
She walked to stand in front of him. "Did my brother say anything to offend you?"
Zenmusha:
He smiled sadly at her. "Nay, lass. Ol' Kezadon here ain't offended fer words any longer, not that Joey there tried to, mind ye. It's just that... I hate to beat up people... No matter what they done. Pain... It's meant for us to know something's wrong with ourselves, to warn us that something's not working well in our bodies. Fearing and fighting it is like not wanting to hear a bad new that must be heard... But forcing it into others... It's no different than what Shea's doing, instilling fear on her people... At least that's what this precociously senile ignorant old monk believes in." He sighed. "I'm here on a simillar mission as you, to take people away from Shea's clutches... and to fight her in her own turf if needed be. There, the reason I'm in this accursed land... And I fear I'm doing a lousy job in my mission."
Emora:
Ora listened quietly. "I'm sorry you had to do that... If I would have got them out myself then you wouldn't have had to do it... I'm sorry." She sat down on the small wooden bench her father had made outside her home. "I guess it's really my fault. I shouldn't have asked you to show them out." She looked at the ground for a moment, strings of black fell in front of her face.
Zenmusha:
"And I guess I should control my drinking habits better... Damn the demon ale..." He began to let himself smile truly again. "But what the heck, what be done be done! An' besides, if those thar lads be wantin' ta be real men, they hafta learn the hard way, aye?" He looked at her in the eye. "Twas not yer fault lass. Most likely they'd be doin' it anyway if ye didn't ask me ta throw'em out. Now, let's get back inside. These cold breezes are godd for ol' dwarfs, but not bonny lasses."
Emora:
Ora looked up and smiled she gave a nod and walked to the door. She opened it and stepped in, holding it for Kezadon. Her brother was putting away the ale and the glasses in the sink. "It's late Ora," her brother said and pumped water in for the dishes that he would wash. "You have to get up early tomorrow I suppose, since you came home early tonight." She hadn't told him yet, feeling that it didn't matter any way.
Ora rolled her eyes. Her brother was still acting like her father... "I'll get the dishes, you and Kezadon can talk." She walked over and he gave her a look with an arched eyebrow. She always did that when she wanted to stay up longer.
Zenmusha:
Kezadon sat on a chair next to him. "Sorry 'bout that, lad. I get all comotional for small stuff every now and then. So laddy, me's sympathetic t'yer cause, but before me helps ye, thar's somethin' ye'll hafta accept. The reason this ol' dwarf's here is ta send children to Iwama forest's monasteries as monks. They be treated kindly there, so don't worry. If I'm helpin' ye, ye must promisse that evry orphan child we ship out goes to me land."
Emora:
Ora looked up from the dishes. "As far as I'm concerned any place for a child is better than here," Joe said and looked at Kezadon. "They take the children once they get of age and they either go into the army or if they are girls, become a Queen's Maiden. Shea has enough of them to make an army and I don't think she will hesitate to use them in the war."
Ora finished what little dishes that were there and wiped her hands with a rag before walking to the chair she had sat in before.
"Ora, would have been one by now if I wouldn't have taken her in and I dare say I think she would have been better off as one. At least she wouldn't be working for that old brute of a tavern owner... That to is my fault." He glanced at Ora for a moment and then back at Kezadon. "You have a deal."
Zenmusha:
Kezadon looked sternly at him. "Don't say s*** like that. Anyone under Shea's command is a cursed thing." He rose from his chair. "So, me gathers the day's pretty much done, aye? So, mind if I sleep in this here floor?" He crouched, touching the floor. "Seems pretty soft." He let himself fall with a thunk as he landed... And went instantly to sleep, many thanks to the 90% alcohol level in his bloodstream...
Emora:
Ora went to laugh, but put a hand to her her mouth. She walked around the table and waved good night to her brother before going into the rather small room she had gone in before. Her brother was the next and he went to his room, which was even smaller.
Early that morning, still dark outside Ora woke and dressed in her barmaids dress and crept outside, trying not to wake her friend sleeping on the floor. She slipped out and walked the quiet lonely streets and alleys until she reached Havick's Tavern for Travelers.
Havick was waiting at the door for her. "Good morning," she said cheerfully and walked passed him. She walked to the counter and propped her elbows up on it, looking at the place where the fight had begun.
She glanced at Havick who was looking at her oddly. "What?" she asked and he started walking towards her with a dark expression. "What did I do?" He stood in front of her and pulled open the drawer that the money stayed in quickly, it was gone. “What… wait… you think I did it?”<br>
“I don’t care who did it,” he said and grinned crazed like. “My money is gone and you’re here…” He grabbed her shoulders and gripped them tight. “Well? Where’s my money?”<br>
“I don’t know!” she said quickly and looked up fearfully.
“Then find my money!” he slammed her against the wall and held her off the ground. “Or I put in a good word about your brother to Queen Shea herself… see how you get him out of that one.” Then he left and disappeared in the back. Ora rubbed her arm and watched him and then she looked at the door. “Roke,” she said and walked to the kitchen.
Zenmusha:
Rezadon was awoken by his own snoring. It was... still dark, so he went back to sleep... and that was when he remembered it was one long night in Arken... Getting up from the floor, he stretched his short arms and scratched his back.
Nothing to do for the moment... So he decided to go for a walk in Arroes, trying to find someone needing help. And was eventually dragged by his feet to Havick's Tavern. Sighing, he entered, wanting to know if Ora was in trouble or not. He sneaked into the kitchen...
Emora:
Ora paced around in the main part of the tavern where every one was. She was still rubbing her sore arms. What to do... what to do.... Where would Roke go? "Damn..." she whispered and looked at her arm to find a bruise in the shape of fingers. "Well, no use whining about it..." She plopped down in a chair just as some one walked in.
Zenmusha:
He looked around, trying to find himself some ale... And was just about to drink a whole barrel when he noticed Ora looking at him. "Miss Ora, erhm... I be comin' here ta ask ye if that scrap of a boss of ye's been given' ya troubles, aye?" He noticed the marks in her arm before she could hide them. "He has, hasn't he?"
Emora:
Ora looked down at her arms and looked up with a small smile. "No..." she said and hid the answer she wanted to give from her face... but not her eyes. "I guess it's from last night." She chuckled lightly. "It's all become a blur really." She stood up and walked to the counter wiping the already clean parts, just doing something to make her busy.
Zenmusha:
Kezadon waved his head. "Ahrr, ye're nay a nearly good enough liar ta trick me, lass. So, why dont'cha tell ol' Kezadon here what's happened? But first..." He walked back to the barrel, and drank it's contents in... two minutes, and his red skin now looked more purple than red. "What? Never seen a man eatin' his breakfast?"
Emora:
Ora giggled and looked away for a moment, but she couldn't help but smile. She thought to change the subject. "You're purple.... well... almost..." She grinned and folded her arms covering the bruises. "You know, you really shouldn't drink so much... it's going to be the death of you...."
Zenmusha:
"Aye, lass, I should... And ye should stop tryin' to change the subject when I ask ye things." He walked near her, grabbing her arm and unfolding them. "Come now, those three didn't leave ye with that, I recall it." He looked at her in the eye with his green eyes, his only beautiful body part... If we separate beautiful from aimable, what he was. "Me showns me be trustworthy, aye?"
Emora:
Ora nodded and pulled her arms away slowly. "Money is missing from the place where Havick usually keeps it... actually all the money. It must have happened after we left because I remember putting money in there... But I don't know who would have took it except Roke." She looked down for a moment and sighed.
"Havick wants his money back, but I don't know who would have it, Roke is the only one I can think of... So Havick asked me to find it. He also stated when he asked me that if I didn't find it my brother was going to have something mentioned about him to Shea..."
Ora didn't want her brother to end up like her parents... How she remembered that day, though it was so many years ago and she was only eight. How could she forget when she had come face to face with the evil queen and how she had greeted her with a smile and complimented her on how cute she was... and then forced her to watch her parents die... Saying it would make her stronger... She had stood by the queen's side and was forced to watch her parents burn to the stake. Strong was the total opposite of what it could have made her.
Zenmusha:
Kezadon thought about what to do... He could simply kill Havick... The man wasn't going to leave anyone crying for him that much he was sure... But it wouldn't really solve the problem. There was a thief to be found, and perhaps a more complicated matter behind the mere theft.
"Miss Ora, ye mentioned sumtin' 'bout a lass called Roke. Does ye think she might be the thief?" He noticed she was recalling sad events from her past... and made sure his usual comforting smile and voice were better than usual.
Emora:
"Roke is a boy who just started working here," she mentioned and softly smiled. "He was always quiet and I never thought he would do something like this, but he did disappear last night out of no where and now the money is missing..."
"Maybe me and my brother should leave. I'm starting to think that the longer we stay here the more chances some one is going to get to extinguish my family... we are the last, my brother and I." The idea was good. She could leave with her brother on the ships and try to make it into Ighten...
Emora:
Kezadon looked sternly at her. "An' who'd help the refugees? Me doesn't know the least bit 'bout smugglin' people out... Wouldn't do much of a smuggler, meself." He smiled again.
"So, lass, where does this Roke lass, erhm, lad, live?" He blushed, or rather, grew a bit more purple when he asked that... He still hadn't gotten used to the idea that Roke was a boy's name... And in every tavern that he'd gone to, the cook was female.... Truly, he'd never understand Arken.
Emora:
"I don't know," she told him and shrugged. "He's lucky he hasn't been pulled into the army." She grew quiet when she realized here of all places was not a good place to talk like this.
Not to mention Havick came out from his room in the back looking around still with that dark expression. He was probably wondering why no one had showed up yet. But, slowly people were starting to come down from there rooms.
Ora tensed a little when he came closer. He gave a long stare to Kezadon. "Didn't think I'd see you here... well if it's your job you want back you can't have it."
Zenmusha:
Kezadon just smiled... and for a moment considered the option of killing him... but dismissed it on the spot. "Aye, me be the first case of getting fired fer doin' me job. I was jus' passin' through, and thought it be good idea ta visit me friend Ora." His smile grew a little darker.
"A flawed boss, ya are. Beatin' up yer employees like that... Harr, in me land bosses like that are decapitated on the spot by their men." He walked to him, and sweeped his legs, and so he felt flat on the floor. "Me be searchin' fer an employee of yers, called Roke, and me be sures ya knows where he lives." He became as serious as can be. "And if ye even touches a string of Miss Ora's hair, ye be dead."
Emora:
Ora looked a little fearful for a moment, she was sure that Havick would kill Kezadon and grew even more sure when he hit the floor and his face grew that red shade again.
"I don't know where the boy lives," he said and got up, his knuckles were white from clenching his fist tightly. "And I wouldn't do that again..." He smiled, but it was more of a sneer. "After all, something like that can cause many more of Ora's hairs to be touched..."
Ora gritted her teeth. "Do you mind leaving me out of this?" she asked and folded her arms. "Threaten some one who actually is afraid of you..."
Ora was afraid of him, but she did well to hide it. She was rather aggravated though, not that it wasn't nice of Kezadon to stick up for her.
Havick glared for a moment and then looked back at Kezadon. "So what do ya want Roke for, he's just a kid.... wanna try and kill him too?"
Zenmusha:
Kezadon didn't seem the least bit bent on relaxing. Normally he didn't enjoy violence... But that guy kept asking for someone to put an end to his existance... Painfully if possible. "I believe that he might have to do with the money that's been missing from your pocket lately. I guess if you payed your employees better instead of burning away your cash in superfluous things, you wouldn't have been robbed in the first place."
He sweeped his feet again. "And I'm not sure if you noticed this... You're the weak player around here. I can defeat anyone you send, and if you tell Shea about Ora and her brother, you're dead... If you touch one or more strings of her hair, you're dead... And if you displease me, well, I think you get the idea."
He grabbed him by the collars, and brought his face nearer to his. "Now, if you have any idea where he might be livin', I suggest you answer, otherwise you might not ever speak again."
Emora:
Ora watched with amusement as Havick's glare turned rather fear full. "I the-think he lives by the docks... he might have moved..." Havick stuttered and Ora bit her bottom lip to keep from laughing. Havick glanced at her and she stood there for a moment, acting like she was ignoring the whole thing. But, she still bit her bottom lip lightly, trying not to smile.
"Ora still works for me though," he pointed out as he tried getting to his feet. "I want hurt her, but she still works for me."
Ora rolled her eyes and walked towards the door. "Where are you going?" he called to her. She turned and looked at him with an expression that said she clearly thought he was an idiot.
"You want you money don't you?" she asked and when he stared blankly she held up her hands and then turned, walking out of the tavern and waiting out side for Kezadon. He might have other words for Havick so she would wait for him just incase.
Zenmusha:
He looked at Havick with disgust. "It's because of people like you that there's misery and strife in the world. Be thankful to whatever you hold sacred that I'm no murderer." He went out of the kitchen.
The tavern really was bustling with activity. Some of the guests looked at the hole he had made on the counter the other night, wondering what sort of muscled barbarian would do that using the captain's head. He smiled... such fertile minds.
He caught up with Ora outside. "Miss Ora, sorry 'bout involvin' ya in all that rubbish, but I don't approve none of beatin' employees." He walked a few steps ahead of her... "Hold on, where be the docks?"
Emora:
Ora pointed down a rather deserted dark road. "Down that way..." she told him and began walking in that direction. "I didn't think he'd try anything after almost every one that helps me brother and I jumped him... I thought it had scared him... But, I guess I was wrong... He technically owns me... I'm not his employee... I'm his slave."
But, it was well worth it. She would rather Havick hit her every day and her brother be alive, then to have to watch one more of her family members die.
"Roke really must be tuff to live by the docks..." she said and looked in through a window as she passed that was filled with some candle glow. She turned her head quickly away... she definitely had not wanted to see that.
Zenmusha:
Kezadon smiled at Ora's face when she turned her head. Curiosity killed the cat... A saying he didn't quite enjoy, because not only he liked cats, but their curiosity didn't get them in trouble most of the time.
He looked around the road, trying to find something that caught his eye. And he found a boy in one of the alleys, whose resigned face turned alarmed when he saw Ora walking with the dwarf. "Hey, is yer name Roke?"
The boy darted away into the pitch black alley. Sighing, Kezadon ran after him... hoping he didn't find anyone less than friendly in there.
Emora:
Ora followed quickly and kept up with him, but stayed behind slightly just in case something were to happen. She looked around the dark alley and couldn't see anything. "He could be hiding any where in here..."
She stopped and looked around... "Roke... it's alright, we're not going to hurt you. I just need to ask you something."
Zenmusha:
Kezadon eyed the alley. There were a few backdoors that lead inside the slum buildings. He could have entered any of them. There must have been someone reading his thoughts, because a group of ragged, nasty looking bandits decided to take a walk on the alley, and they all came from the same door.
They were cussing and cursing each other playfully, showing off their hunting knifes and boasting how many men they killed with them. And as luck would have it, they found Kezadon and Ora.
"Well, what do we have here, lads?" A blonde man covered in scars and dressed slightly better than the others, thus making for the appearance of a leader, waved his head in their direction. "A shorty and a babe? In our street? Well, I guess you're not aware of the tax policies around here."
He tried to clean his fingernails with the knife as he spoke. "You give us all you've got, your money, your clothes..." He looked at Ora. "And perhaps you'll give yourself, babe." The men laughed at the vile metaphore. Keadon looked menacingly at them. "If we refuse?"
The leader looked a bit less arrogant and a bit more angry. "We kill you, take all you have, and sell your organs to the Warlocks." Kezadon walked forward. "Try it." The leader was now visibly angry. He tried to stab Kezadon's belly... And we all know he's short, so when the man bent himself in his wild attack, Kezadon just rotated 90º, deflected his thrust, jumped up, using the momento he kicked lightly his arm, and delivered a sommersault kick in his chin.
The guy walked a few steps back, and Kezadon, upon landing, prepared himself for the others' charge.
Emora:
Ora gritted her teeth and turned red from both embarrassment and anger at what the man had implied. Why all of the sudden did people seem to take interest in her in that way? While two or maybe it was three went to attack Kezadon one made his way over to her.
He swung his blade playfully, his smile showing missing teeth. He also had a horrible smell coming from him... at least she thought it was him. Ora took steps back and when she had an opening she kicked up with her leg. It hit him between the legs or the stomach, it was to quick for her to tell, but he did double over. She heard footsteps coming down the other side of the alley. Maybe it was there friends coming to help. She didn't look though; she kept her eyes on the one in front of her.
She kicked again and his him in the neck. He began to make a choking sound.
Zenmusha:
The three men charged in on Kezadon, trying to swing their knives at him. He tumbled across them, hitting them in their knees to give himself more time to focus on a single foe. One of them bent lower than the others, likely with a broken knee, and he managed to run across his back and dive with his fists against one's chest, that felt on the floor ghasping for air. Another tried to stab him in the back, doing the same msitake as their knocked out leader, and Kezadon did the same maneuver, except that he didn't jump this time, just borke the guy's nose with his elbow.
As he "uppercutted" the broken knee'd guy, he saw a few more bandits with berserk expressions pouring down into the alley. "This be a long night..." He ran against them, waving his hands in a somewhat stylized way. He abruplty stopped his run less than a few inches from them, and waved his hands against them. They were pushed back by a strange wave of what seemed like massed wind, and many felt to the floor.
Kezadon jumped, and hopped from head to head of the fallen guys, punching between the legs those who were just a bit dissoriented, but still not taking notice of him.
Emora:
Ora watched for a split second and then she turned, running past the man who was bent over and the blond man who was finally recovering and down the alley to find Roke so they could get the hell out before something really bad happened.
She turned down a smaller one, she could barely fit through it and it was pit black almost. "ROKE!" she yelled and tried to see down the alley. "Roke, it's me Ora... I'm not going to-"
CRASH!!!!
She was hit from behind and she skidded across the ground.
Zenmusha:
Kezadon heard a crashing sound coming from a very tight alley. hitting one last bandit on the lower parts, he ran as fast as he could to it... and could barely squeeze through the walls...
He saw the small boy known as Roke holding a broken bottle, and Ora skidding acorss the ground. The boy looked scared as hell. Kezadon squeezed as silently as possible, before the boy was alerted of his coming by the sound of cothing being ripped. Kezadon managed to grab his arm before he ran away.
The boy struggled to get out of his grip, but to no avail. Kezadon tried to rotate his body, finishing his shirts destruction and getting a few friction burns on himself. He threw the boy into a hug. "It's OK, lad. Whe're not here ta hurt ye." He patted his back as he spoke, his voice being filled with compassion and understanding.
Emora:
Ora rolled over and watched in what little light they had Kezadon slowly start calming the boy. Slowly she saw him start to loosen up a little. "Roke," she said and got to her feet, putting a hand on his head. "It's alright, I and Kezadon are not going to hurt you... we just have to ask you a question..."
She looked at Kezadon with a smile and then she looked around. She didn't see any bandits, looks like he took care of them for now. She couldn't believe the poor boy lived around here.
Zenmusha:
Kezadon retributed the smile and winked friendly at her. "Kezadon be me, lad." He stated to the boy. "So, lad, have ye been takin' money from Havick's coffers ta survive here?" The boy shifted uncomfortably.
"It's ok, lad. I can understan'it lookin' at this place. An' don't worry, me's not workin' for the guy." He messed up the boy's haircut with his hand, trying to get him comfortable around him.
Emora:
Roke smiled slightly, she had never heard him say much. He grabbed Kezadon's hand and pulled on it. "I think he wants to show us something," Ora said and backed up, she couldn't let them pass; there wasn't enough room for that.
He pointed to a small opening and he let go of Kezadon's hand and walked in. Ora looked at her friend for a moment then shrugged, she followed. It was dark... and wet... and smelled horrible. He seemed to be living under some one else’s home... lights could be seen coming through some of the panels of flooring above.
He crawled under a tattered blanket that fell over an opening. It looked like he had dug the whole place out so it wouldn't be so short... he had worked hard to make his home better... you could tell...
Ora lifted the blanket and crawled through. There was a few candles lit... nothing to give any good light... they were around a bed where a sleeping child lay... She was about five... from the looks. Her hair was dirty as was her face. She looked around and Roke was on the other side of the room watching them. Ora crawled towards the little girl and put a hand on her head... she was burning up.
"She's sick..." he said and looked at the little girl.
Zenmusha:
Kezadon smiled bitterly. "She'll be alright, Roke. Miss Ora, take the girl with you. We'll be sendin' these two lads to me monastery."
So that's why Roke was stealing! Wondering whether she was his sister or a girl he took pity on, either showed he had purity of soul and bravery. He moved around painfully in the tight alley, and looked at Roke. "Lad, want to get away from Arken? If you want, I can send you to a monastery in Ongoreth. You'll be treated well, far better than in here."
He didn't get to finish his proposal, as Ora grabbed the girl and was waiting for them to get out of the way. "We'll talk about this later." They finally got off the alley, with Kezadon's clothes desperately needing a stitching. The bandits were either still knocked out, or just shot the four killer looks as they passed by them.
Emora:
Ora led them back to her home, her brother wasn't there and he had his own job to tend to. She opened the door and walked quickly to her room, laying the child gently on her bed and then walking towards the water, pumping some into a kettle and hanging it over the hot coals left in the fire place.
It would take a minute for the water to get good and warm. She looked at Kezadon and smiled. "I'll sew your shirt up later... Roke, would you like something to eat?" Ora asked and when she figured the water was warm, she didn't want it hot after all; she pulled the kettle off the coals and pored it into a bowl, then grabbed a cloth. "Kezadon, if he's hungry there is some food in the pantry..." She turned and walked back into her room.
She knelt down beside the girl, wiping her dirty face and neck... the warm water was just to clean her, she would get a cold rag to help with the fever. The little girl had light brown hair, a little blond; of course it was very dirty so it could have been very blond for all she knew.
Ora felt sorry for the poor girl. She looked so helpless and small... and thin... Her eyes fluttered for a moment and opened slightly. "Momma..."
Did she just say momma? It was the fever... she was weak and the fever was making her think she was seeing things... "Shhhh.... it's alright...." Ora put a hand to the child’s face and smiled as her eyes closed again and she faded off into sleep.
Zenmusha:
Kezadon wasn't hungry... Well, not much. He still had things to do, and when he had things to do only a mug of ale could distract him. So, he grabbed some bread and dried meat, and made him a neat meat sandwich. "There ya go, lad." The boy ate it silently and eagerly.
The dwarf smiled at him. So young... It's a shame that Arken jeopardised the lives of such children like that. "Roke. I still haven't heard whether or not you want to go to my monastery yet. It'll be a harsh life, but it's better than how you lived around here. And there's always food on the table. Plus, you won't have to worry about money." He was sort of bribing the boy... But for good reasons.
"We can even send yer sis if ye want. Then you two would be a team!" Kezadon would be ashamed of those tactis of persuasion if it wasn't for the good.
Emora:
"Julie? She can come to?!" Roke seemed actually excited now... he looked into the room where his sister was and smiled. He grew quiet again and stared at the floor. "When can we go?"
While he was talking to Kezadon, Ora took the rag and dipped it into the bowl, which the water had gone cold now. She rung it out and laid it across the forehead of the little girl. She smiled as she looked at the child. She hoped one day she could have children... but she planned on being out of Arken... she would never raise a child of hers in a place brought forth from Hell... She had over heard the Roke. "Julie? Is that your name?" she whispered and smiled lightly.
Zenmusha:
Kezadon was relieved that the boy took his offer so well. "Aye, laddy, she can go along. And I be sure ye'll make a fearsom' pair of young lads!" He rose from his seat, and into the kitchen. He looked at the kettle... hoping it was nothing more than a fever that the girl felt.
Grabbing a mug of ale for himself, and making him a sandwich, he went to Ora, who tended to the girl. Coughing a stubborn bread particle that didn't go in like the others, he looked at the woman. "So, needin' anything at all, Miss Ora?"
Emora:
Ora looked up for a moment and then at Kezadon. "I don't know... I'm not a doctor and I haven't exactly had time to learn anything. Sure I've read medical books... ones I've stolen... but I'm no doctor..."
She sighed and rose from her feet. "She could have a fever for a number of reasons, infection... which could kill her... a cold... which will fade away... anything..."
She was worried that the girl was very sick and she couldn't do anything about it. Unless.... "Roke, do you have the money that you stole from Havick with you?" He came forward, pulling coins from his pocket. She took them and put them in her own. Then, she turned on her heal and scooped the little girl into her arms. She rose and looked at Kezadon. "I know a healer close to the middle of the town. I'll take her there. You can stay here with Roke... I'll be back." She then walked to the door.
Zenmusha:
Kezadon wondered for a moment if using the stolen cash was ethical.... and dismissed the thought when he remembered its lawful owner. He waited 'till Ora got out of the room, and went back to Roke.
"So lad, want to learn a few mad tricks?" There was a slightly fanatical bright in his eager eyes... And so, he spent the whole time teaching him "deadly" moves that could only be done after a lifetime of practice... but were still pretty cool from a boy's point of view.
Emora:
Ora walked the streets of the city, light should be coming soon... if her majesty would sleep today... She turned down a busy street that led to the main gates to the city and then just as fast as she had done then, up three steps to a door. She knocked with her foot her hands were full. The door opened after several knocks to an impatient old woman standing in the way. She was short and rather moody looking. "What d'ya want?" she barked and her hair seemed to fly out of the little bun.
"I need help..." she said and moved forward, pushing the woman out of the way. "I have a child and I need to you to find out what is wrong with her."
The old woman raised an eyebrow. "Got, coin?" she asked and looked at the child in her arms for a moment.
"Aye," she said and sat the child on a couch.
"Well, get out of me way..." she moved passed Ora and looked at the child for a moment. Feeling the little girl’s head and did some other things.
Then she walked to a cabinet and pulled something out. A vile... The woman walked to Ora. "Money first..." she said as Ora reached for it and Ora handed her the money.
Zenmusha;
Kezadon had moved from showing off weird stunts to telling all sorts of tales from his fights... Some of which he invented, and added a few more gruesome details... For some reason, children enjoyed the violent parts.
It was then that Joe entered. "Phew, you sure made a mess from my colleagues by the docks." His face was between happy and upset. "Thanks for taking care of my sister... But next time don't take her to dangerous spots. And don't almost kill my guild brothers. They may have questionable methods, but we're still members of the same guild."
Kezadon wanted to hit him in the head... With a pickaxe. But kept himself cool. "Fer someone that be so caring towards others, ye seem keen on depriving them of their hard earned cash." Roke looked in fear at the man... He recognized him. Kezadon noticed it. "An' using children as well."
Emora:
Ora placed the vile in her pocket and then took the child in her arms again. "What is wrong with her?" she asked and looked at the old woman.
"Just give her that and all will be better," she told her and opened the door. "Now get out, I have plenty to do." Ora left the woman and walked back to her home. She looked at the small child sleeping deeply in her arms and she smiled at her for a moment.
She walked to her home and opened the door and as soon as she entered into the room she could feel tension. "What's wrong?" she asked as she walked passed them and back into her room. Her brother looked slightly confused at why she was carrying a child. She sat laid the little girl on the bed and then entered back into the main part of the small home.
"So did you get what I asked for Roke?" her brother asked and smiled for a moment.
Zenmusha:
The little guy looked aprehensive. "Sorry, Mr. Falls... Ms. Ora asked me to hand it over to pay for Julie's medicine." Kezadon stood between Joe and Roke, somehow predicting a violent reaction... From what he knew about those kind of exploiters, they didn't refrain from beating up children when the results weren't very proficuous.
Emora:
Joe oddly smiled, though his smile was one that Ora hadn't seen in a while. It was so fake it was grotesque. "Well... we'll talk about this later..."
"Wait... you asked Roke to steal the money for you?" Ora asked and stepped forward quickly. "Do you know how much trouble I got in for that? Why? Don't you have enough people to mess with besides Havick? I thought you said you weren't going to steal from him any more..."
"Ora, come on... Its just business," Joe said and plopped down in the fluffy chair.
Ora raised the sleeve of her shirt on one side and showed the finger shaped bruises. "Well, look what your businuess did..."
"Well, I'll just have some of the boys talk to him about this..." Joe said and folded his arms.
"That's not going to do any good this time... he's just going to have the entire guard breathing down your neck!" Ora walked towards her brother.
"Well, do you have any money left over from spending it on that child?" Joe asked and glared up at her.
"What has gotten into you lately?" Ora asked and turned away from him, walking towards Roke. "Here take this..." She gave him the money left over. "Hold on to it for me, I'll take it to Havick as soon as I'm done giving your sister her medicine."
Emora:
Any one is welcome to join.
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Every morning she walked to Havick's Tavern for Travelers to work to pay off the dept she owed to Havick for helping her brother out of a sticky situation. She didn't mind it… alright she did. So she walked around smelling like ale and what ever funk these people had on them. It was all to help her brother and it was the busiest tavern...
"I'm coming!" she yelled back from the other side of the room as a man continued to ask for ale. She only had two hands for crying out loud.
The tavern had a large bar area and tables where people sat. On one side of the room there was a fireplace and a staircase that led to the rooms. The fire was usually roaring... even in the summer. Since it was night all the time it was colder than most places, no sun got in at all.
She sat the drinks down on the table and sighed heavily as she turned and some one else called out an order. She some times thought that getting sold into slavery would be easier than working in the tavern. Then, again what Havick put her through was slavery.
"I'll be right there," she said a little testily and a booming voice came from right behind her.
"ORA!" it was so loud it caused her to jump. "What have I told you about the customers?"
"Um..." Ora said as she grabbed a rag and wiped a spilled drink off the bar that he had caused her to create. "Be polite?" she asked as if she was guessing.
"Listen here wise…." he was about to finish his sentence when some one called out another order.
"Well, I would really like to finish this conversation... really I would... But… duty calls," she smiled and turned back to the bar.
Oh, how she loved getting on her slave drivers nerves, testing him and all. Only once he hit her... and it will always be once that he did so. Not only did he have her to deal with, but her infamous brother and half the Thieves’ Guild. Yes, she did have connections indeed.
Emora:
The night was passing slowly and she longed for the time when she could leave and go to her brother. They had no clocks in Arroes, so every time the bell rung an hour had passed. She had two more bells to go before the Bewitching Hour and she could leave to smuggle those idiotic criminals out.
The first time hadn't worked and now that they were on bail they were going to try it again. They were going to wind up getting caught and this time executed. She just hoped they didn't drag her brother into it this time after they almost got her caught the last time.
She handed a man a plate of beef and grave with rice and a mug of ale. Then, she turned to continue her other work.
Zenmusha:
Kezadon, walking around the streets of Arroes looking for evil creatures to pick a fight with, and possibly abandoned children to send back to his monastery, stopped when he smelled something... A sweet, delicious smell.... ALE!!! Turning his head in the direction the smell came from, he found a tavern. "Havick's Tavern for Travelers. Well, I'm a traveller, and I like taverns, so... A small break would do me good." Licking his lips with eager anticipation, he walked in.
The bell rang. It was likely near closing time, so he walked to one of the benches and called the upset looking waitress. She was a pretty looking human woman, but something about the way she looked at the clients and her boss told him she might be not only a waitress... But ale was ale! "Missy, would ye be kind enough to bring a mug of ale to this ol' dwarf? Oh, and red deer meat! Oh, and by the way, some veggies if you have any! And, and... Sauce, don't forget the meat sauce! And make it five, no wait, ten mugs of ale! And after that, fresh fruit for the dessert... and another five mugs of ale and a bottle of red whine for the go!"
Emora:
Ora smiled at the dwarf and then gave a nod. She turned disappearing behind a door and when she came back amazingly enough she was balancing all the items he had asked for. She sat them on the table he was sitting at and then set the items out before taking the tray. "Do you require a room?" Ora asked reaching into her pocket for something. She pulled her hand out though and they was nothing in it. She looked at the dwarf waiting for his reply.
Zen musha:
Kezadon's eyes opened wide as he saw the barmaid carrying all of his food and drink. It took him less than five minutes to shove it all down... Now imagine how he's like eating and drinking. Pulling out the bottle's cork with his teeth, he drank half of it at once before replying to the waitress. "Nah, lassy, thank ye. This ol' dwarf's tough enough to sleep in the alleys. And don't be worryin' about the bandits, they know not to go messin' around with good ol' Kezadon here!" His red smilling face would make the most depressed man or woman smile back. He remembered something, and his smile became a bit embarrassed. "Speakin' about bandits, I completely forgot a thief bumped into me the other day and stole me moneybag... So, I can't pay for the meal.... But I'm very skilled at a lotta things, I can make it up for you in any way you like!" Cleaning dishes was something he was more than used to, not to mention mopping the floor and making beds.
Emora:
Ora smiled down at the Dwarf a strand of hair from her face as she held the tray to her chest. "Well," she said and her warm smile turned into a grin. "There are quiet a few dishes..." She looked up to make sure Havick wasn't around. "Tell me when your ready and I think I can sneak you back there..." She leaned down slightly. "You see, Havick likes your money than he does your work." After all that was what Ora was for any way.
Zenmusha:
Kezadon shifted uncomfortably. "Owww, that's escapin' responsibility... Sorry, lass, ye're a kindly sort, but I hafta take blame for me rashness..." Drinking the rest of the bottle, he walked up to the balcony, where Havick was, and slammed his closed fist on in. "Barkeep! This silly dwarf forgot he not be havin' enough gold to pay for the delicious meal that kind barmaid of ye's brought me. So, I was wonderin' if ye could be interested in a full-time cleaning boy. And I'm good at fightin' too, so I'd be a real asset if someone started a fightin' here."
Emora:
Havick looked up at the dwarf with a blank expression then his eyes drifted across the room and gave Ora a fierce glare. She just smiled brilliantly and disappeared behind the door again.
"I got an idea, why don't I just call the city guards in and have them arrest ya for stealing?" Havick asked and he grew a smile on his sweaty face. Then a thought struck him, which was very odd indeed. He had been having trouble more and more with silly teenage pipsqueaks coming in and making a mess of things. "Good fighter, eh? Well, I be needing a person to handle my... dirty affaires in the Tavern, stupid kids come in here every now and then and think they need to defend there man hood in a bar fight... Well, I guess so. Talk to Ora, she'll show ya the ropes."
Zenmusha:
Kezadon scratched his head. He didn't like the idea of beating up silly teenagers... But well, guess they had it coming upon themselves. "Thank ye, Mr. Havick boss. Me be callin' ye boss now, right?" He lowered his head, walked three steps back, and turned to the door Ora had gone through. He entered the kitchen, not a very healthy looking thing, but he'd gone used to worse things... like passing a whole week only eating what flies he could catch with a pair of chopsticks.
"Miss Ora! Ye be there, lass?" He caught a glimpse of her. "Guess what, Miss Ora, we be workin' mates! 'Till I get my meal payed for, that be. Boss told me that there be silly young men actin' brave in the tables an' such. He said ye'd fill me in."
Emora:
"How long have you been in Arroes?" Ora asked and wiped her hands on a rag. The kitchen was most definitely the dirtiest place in the Tavern. Roke, the cook had spilled quite allot of something on the floor and totally disappeared some place. So it was left to her to clean up. She got on her knees and began wiping it up with the rag. "Some people come here and leave quickly, some have lived here all their lives. One thing both people find out is Arroes is not the kindest place in the world. New people come here and hide from the guards, the problem is, here is not the best place to hide when you act like your hiding something and people in Arroes are very noisy. Fights are easily started when you’re being defensive towards anything."
She wiped her for head with the back of her hand. "You have to watch one of the guards very closely. He comes in here when he's off duty every night around the same time and won't want to leave. He's the captain of the guard; mind you so don't get on his bad side. He gets drunk easily and has attitude problems. His name is.... is... well I haven't really asked before. But, he'll be the one who starts the fights mostly and he'll also be the one to finish them... I give ya this peace of advice..." she said as she rose and through the rag in the sink. "Don't get on his bad side..."
Zenmusha:
Kezadon smiled back at her. "Don't worry 'bout me, lass. Ol' Kezadon here be used 'ta fightin' cowards in armor. And..." He grabbed himself another rag, and helped her out with the cleaning. "... I be in Arroes for a few months... It be worse than what me master said it be. People be a livin' in Hell, that much I gathered. But don't ye worry, Kezadon's here ta help out the one's needing me help. That be what me be sent here in the first place, lass." He realized he had shared too much... "Sorry, this ol' dwarf gets ramblin' evry now and then..." He started to wash the dishes... after getting done with cleaning the slovenly sink...
Emora:
Ora looked at him for a moment then looked around to make sure no one had heard. "Shhh..." she hissed and looked back at the dwarf. "If you want to keep your head you want say things like that around here and any place else unless you know it's safe..."
She was about to say more when that booming voice yelled her name. "Well, duty calls," she said and turned away strolling through the door and into the tavern part.
"Yes, how may I help you?" she asked and seated them and then went back to the kitchen to get there order. Still Roke hadn't come back. She looked at Kezadon for a moment and then at the oven. She smiled and grabbed an already made mug of ale. "Do you know how to cook?"
Zenmusha:
"Why sure, lass! Why, back at the monastery they said I was too good a cooker fer their stoic lifestyle! Ah, this reminds me of the good ol' days when me mother cooked roast mole... a Dwarven specialty, ye know? Even better than lamb... Sorry, what did they want fer' dinner?" He grabbed the cooking utensils, got dressed in an apron (that didn't quite fit...), and grabbed as many ingredients he could find, not waiting for Ora's answer. "Well, lassy, what should I be preparin'?"
Emora:
Ora smiled and replied, "Two bowls of soup, some bread and... And two mugs of ale." She turned and filled another mug with ale. "Can you handle that?" she asked with a smile. She couldn't help but wonder where Roke had gotten to, he was supposed to do the cooking.
Zenmusha:
Kezadon looked at the mug of ale with a greedy look... before shaking his head and focusing on the task. "Of course, Miss Ora! Come closer here, ta learn how a very special soup is made." He grabbed a few carrots, a few potatoes, one or two onions and a pumpkin, as well as a bottle of olive oil. "Ye see, lass, soup's about knowin' how ta mix the ingredients." He filled the cooking pot with water, and set the oven on fire. In the meantime, he sliced the veggies, and cut a large slice of pumpkin. "Some be good for mixin' with each other, some don't." He began smashing the pieces using a large mortar and pestle, until they resembled a sort of mud. He then threw the contents into the cooking pot, whose water had began to boi, and he poured a small amount of salt. "And this, Miss Ora, is a very nice mix." He used a wooden spoon to stir the mud in the cooking pot... and it began to resemble a tasty looking soup. "And now, ta give it an healthy look..." He poured a few drops of olive oil into it, and stirred again. The oil, that obviously didn't sink, was now spread in tiny drops all across the surface. "Learn ta cook well, Miss Ora, and lads all over Heirot'll be askin' yer hand! And with that pretty face of ye's, it'll be easy ta pick the one ye wants."
That done, he cut the bread in deveral slices, and spread butter in them. "There, all set ta be eaten."
Emora:
Ora watched with a smile, though on the inside something was telling her to get moving. Havick would be on her tail in a second if she didn't get out there with something, she watched though and at least she would no how to cook her own soup.
"Thank you," she said and put the bowls of soup on the tray with the bread and pushed the door open with hr back before disappearing.
Everything slowly started to die down as people either were drunk and passed out or having quiet conversation. She wiped down the counter of the bar and when she was finished she took the money, what little tips some people had given her, into the drawer where all Havick's money was. She had to give it up, it was part of the deal she had made with him.
She sighed and leaned against the bar, waiting for something to happen, because she knew it was bound to. She locked the drawer back; not even noticing that half of the money was missing from the drawer. She was just doing her nightly routine.
Zenmusha:
Bored in the kitchen, with nothing else to cook, Kezadon went back to the dining room. He noticed the drunk people sleeping on the tables, and grabbed himself a wet rag, and used it to clean their faces. "Alright, sir, ye'd had enough fer one night... Come on, ol' Kezadon'll take ye out, watch out fer the stairs... Come back again sir!" He told the customers, who waved semi-conscious at him while they left. Grabbing the half-full mugs of ale for himself, he went back to Ora. "So, miss Ora, things seem ta be pretty much done, eh? All we hafta wait now be the troublemakers." He rubbed his hands, with a malicious smile. "Ah, me be a needin' exercise..."
Emora:
Ora smiled and was about to reply when the door to the tavern opened and a tall large burly orc looking thing stepped into the room. His hair was unkept, his face had a few good warts on it and he was all around ugly. How any whore in a brothel could stand to look at him Ora would never know.
He walked to the bar, eyeing Kezadon for a moment and then he looked to Ora. His horrid face broke out into a grin. "The usually for me lil' Gal," he leaned against the bar looking around and then his eyes rested on Kezadon again, the grin still there. "How are ya tonight little dwarf?
Just then two more gaurds came in behind their leader and took seats at a table. Ora came with his over large mug of ale and handed it to him. "What will your friends have?" she asked, her face totally expressionless, she didn't like showing expression around these people, but mostly it was disgust or anger. The man looked at her and grinned. "Ale, love, always ale."
So she again disappeared and again his eyes looked to Kezadon.
Zenmusha:
Kezadon bent himself slightly. "Fine, sir. Thank you for asking." He said that with a smile. No reason to get angry. It was quite obvious he was a dwarf, and quite obvious he was short.
His expression was serious while the man's friends sat down, and he readied himself for a fight when he called Ora 'love' ... But smiled once again when he stared back at him. "If there's anything else you need, feel free to ask, sir."
Emora:
Ora brought mug after mug of ale to the two who sat at the table, but oddly tonight the captain didn't drink as much as he usually did and he didn't sit down with his friends. He still leaned against the bar and was still giving Kezadon a grin and look every once and a while as if he knew him from somewhere or as if he were thinking of something to say, something smart.
Ora brought him three more mugs and even by then his grin was starting to turn drunken. It was getting closing time and this was the hard part. "Another round, love."
"I'm sorry sir," Ora said and pulled the empty mug away. "It's closing time and you and your friends need to leave."
"Leave?" he asked and looked at her with that stupid grin. "Why, I do so enjoy your company, I think I'll stay around for a little while longer... What do you say boys?" They chuckled as he looked at them, then back at her. Ora gripped the bar for a second as she looked into his dark eyes.
Then she looked to her new friend. "Kezadon, will you shows these men out please? I don't believe they understand me," she said very politely and folded her arms. That grin was getting on her nerves.
'Come, now love, just a few moments of your time and a good mug of your finest ale..." He gave her an idiotic drunken puppy face. "Besides, I don't think the little dwarf could through me out if he wanted... Just look at the little bugger... Tell me little dwarf…” And he continued on with the most descriptive and vile thing to say to some one about there parentage.
Zenmusha:
Kezadon kept his look blank. He knew better than to give in to mindless taunting from mindless people. "That's you opinion. We're all entitled to have opinions." He said with a smile. "Now gentleman, this isn't a brothel, Miss Ora's pretty, but she's not a lowlife. So, if you'll excuse me, we have to close the Inn for the night." He grabbed the man's arm, and would lead him out gently if he allowed him to.
Emora:
Ora smiled at Kezadon and watched as he grabbed the man's arm, but the brute pulled away and raised his hand to him, he reached over and Ora stepped away, but it was the mug he was going for. He grabbed it up and smacked it against his head. Yes, the guard love fights and he did almost anything to get one. He wondered how this was going to start?
Zenmusha:
Kezadon closed his eyes as the mug came crashing on his head... And smiled as he cleansed his bald head with his hands and licked the ale. "Ah, sir, how did'cha guess ol' Kezadon enjoys ale?" He laughed politely. "Alright, young sirs, we had a bit of a laugh now, but it be gettin' a little late for horsin' around. If you'll excuse us..." He grabbed the man's arm again, as gently as before.
Emora:
The guard gritted his teeth. This little dwarf thought he could tell him what to do. "I'd step back if I were you, my little barmaid, I wouldn't want you to get blood all over your lovely dress." With that said he pulled a dagger and sliced at the dwarf, his friends stood up and were coming over to get a piece of the action.
Ora screamed when she saw the dagger go towards her new friend and she reached over the counter to grabbed the hand. She managed and it must have annoyed the guard greatly. He grabbed her by the hair and finished pulling her over the counter, throwing her to the floor, stepping over her and trying again to attack the dwarf. “Don’t worry,” the guard said with gritted, “I’ll give you something too…”
Zenmusha:
Now they had gone too far... When the man threw Ora to the ground, Kezadon lost his cute Snow-White-dwarf-look, abandoned his smile,... and overall he looked like an angry block of stone. He simply walked one step back, letting the dagger slice harmlessly through the air, grabbed his hand, and twisted his wrist, breaking it in the process. He then got a grip on his shoulder with his free hand, kicked his flanks to make him bend down, and slammed his head against the counter, shattering the wooden surface. Then he threw the man against the other guards, and they all fell under their captain's weight. "I wish it didn't come to this..."
Emora:
Ora watched with awe at the happenings, but then she grew fearful and she stood up quickly after he had sent all three of the men to the floor. Slowly the ones got up and out from under their captain. Havick's feet could be heard coming from the other room and Ora looked around.
"Alright," Ora said and looked at the guards. "It's time you left..." They shoved her a side with angry looks and charged at the Dwarf.
Ora growled and said lowly. "I've had enough," she grabbed the one closest to her by the collar and snatched him back. "Get out!" she yelled and shoved him towards the door. Good thing he was drunk and had slow reaction time. The other man went after Kezadon.
Zenmusha:
He saw the man charging at him... And didn't really care. When the guy was just about to strike at him, he simply walked one step sideways... and punched the back of his head, throwing him to the floor. His foe at his mercy, he grabbed his hand, twisted it so that his elbow made a 90º angle, put the man's hand on his chest... and allowed his own weight to do the rest. The guy screamed in agony as his elbow and shoulder joints broke. And Kezadon didn't seem happy either.
Then he made a surprisingly athletic jump all the way from the counter to the door, and hit the guy in the chest with a kick, sending him flying out of the Inn. "Leave this place at once." His normally cheery voice was now much more serious, and it was like his lungs were a cave, judging by his tone.
Emora:
Ora watched as the hurt man walked out and both had left their captain lying on the floor. Ora stood over him for a moment and then looked to Kezadon. "I don't think you or I will be working any where for a very long time..." Ora said and watched as Havick finally came out of his office and looked dead at her, then Kezadon, and then the guard lying on the floor.
His face turned blood red and Ora swallowed hard. His face had only done that once... "What have you done!!! I'll have you both sent to the Slave Shop for this!!! You'll have the entire guard breathing down my neck!"
Zenmusha:
Kezadon stood between Havick and Ora. "Mr. Havick, Ora is not to blame for the course of events. That man..." He pointed to the fallen captain "... opened the hostilities, and attacked Ora, and planned to murder me and rape her. I did what I was told to do, and that was fight off troublemakers... And these were definitely that. If however your sense of justice is dulled so, we shal take our leave of this filth you call tavern. Don't try to send men after us, they'll end up far worse than the guards." With that said, he turned around, and left the tavern.
Emora:
Ora's stomach did flip flops at what Kezadon had said about them murdering him and... and... She watched as he spoke to Havick. Then, he left and she didn't feel like being alone with the slowly waking captain and the very angry Havick. She turned on her heal and rushed after Kezadon. She hadn't even thought about what that man would have done to her if he would have killed her friend... not until now and it made her feel sick on the inside. She caught up to Kezadon and put a hand on his shoulder. "Thank you," she said softly and tried to smile, but it was very week.
"Ora!!!" she heard Havick's voice say and she looked back. "You still work for me! It's the deal remember..." He smiled and turned to walk back in. "See you in the morning..." He was gone.
"Sadly," she said quietly and looked back at Kezadon. "Really, thank you." Her face was all flushed as her mind still lingered on that thought.
Zenmusha:
Kezadon looked sadly back at her. His anger had dissipated, and now he was feeling even more remorceful than before. "There's nothing to thank about... What I did back there was terrible..." He closed his eyes. The sounds of bones snapping still lingered in his mind. "It was all my fault... Likely they wouldn't have done anything different than giving the usual bearable amount of trouble if they hadn't seen me." He looked up to the black, cloudy sky. "Sometimes I wonder why we senscient beings keep battling each other for no reason at all. There was no sense to it..." He looked at her again, trying to smile, no matter how sad it seemed. "Hope I didn't give you much trouble... That boss of yours seems a real nutty. So, where shall ol' Kezadon be escortin' a bonny lass like yerself?"
Emora:
Ora smiled at him saying she was bonny. It was night now, late indeed and she usually went to meet her brother. She had the feeling she could trust him. "Come follow me," she said and began walking down the street when she turned down an alley. They walked a good ways until the came to something that looked like a small cabin built in between to large buildings. It was odd, but every one thought it was just a small little home where an old couple lived.
Ora knocked on the door and it opened to reveal a tall man standing there. He was older than Ora by a good ten years, but he was her brother and she loved him. "Joe, this is Kezadon, he's a friend." He stepped a side and let them in. Joe held out a hand to the dwarf she had brought. "Joe Falls."
Zenmusha:
Kezadon made his trademark sheering smile, and shook Joe's hand. "Kezadon Shunmi, at yer service lad. So, ye be little Ora here's brother, eh? Tall man, ye are... But I'm not pretty much tall meself, am I?" He laughed out loud, and entered their house.
"So, what do ye lads be doin' here?"
Emora:
Ora's brother smiled and moved to a wooden chair and sat down. He looked at Ora for a moment, maybe noticing that her hair was not neat like usual. "Well," he said and drank something from a glass. "It depends on what Ora has told you." He said as Ora walked away and into a small room.
"What has she told you?"
Zenmusha:
It was then that he noticed that she didn't tell him much... except for a few small slipups that lead him to believe that she somehow helped out people getting away from Arken. "Well, from what me gathered, lad, ye're both inta some kind'a illegal immigration thing. Not that I blame ye, 'tis a terrible place to live, Arken is. And..." he looked at his glass.... "Is that ale?"
Emora:
Joe smiled and got up walking to a cabinet and pulling out a jug. He pored some into an empty cup and handed it to the dwarf before sitting the jug on the bar. "What I think we are doing can only be considered illegal by The Bitch Queen, but if you want to call it that, yes. We sneak people mostly good people, but we have done a few criminals out of Arken... some don't make it... but most do."
Ora returned, having changed out of her barmaids dress and into something simpler and more comfortable. Tonight was there off night and they had no one to smuggle. She sat in a small fluffy chair across the room and watched the two talk. Her mind was still running over things that had happened, but had gotten far past the part that had jolted her more.
"Ora, your home early, did Havick finally grow a heart?" Joe asked with a smile, taking a swig of his drink.
Zenmusha:
Kezadon, who was happily sipping away his ale as he heard Joe's tale, coughed when he asked her sister why she had gotten home early. Excuse me, lads, I need another drink..." He grabbed the jug of ale... And drank away the contents. "I'll go get meself some fresh air..." He went outside, looking at the moon, or at least imagining the moon between the thick mantle of clouds in the sky. He didn't like the least bit what had happened at the Inn... And he feared Ora might get in more trouble that she already was in because of him. He had caught the guard's attention for himself, and for her, as well. They'd likely be watching her closely now... Perhaps it'd be better if he left them. Yes, pick himself a fight with every guard in Arroes, leave'm all crippled and go back to Iwama... That'd make sure they didn't upset little Ora for a while. He readied himself to leave...
Emora:
Ora opened up the door and looked out. "Kezadon?" she asked quietly and looked at him with a confused expression as she stepped out side into the cold night air. "Something wrong?"
She walked to stand in front of him. "Did my brother say anything to offend you?"
Zenmusha:
He smiled sadly at her. "Nay, lass. Ol' Kezadon here ain't offended fer words any longer, not that Joey there tried to, mind ye. It's just that... I hate to beat up people... No matter what they done. Pain... It's meant for us to know something's wrong with ourselves, to warn us that something's not working well in our bodies. Fearing and fighting it is like not wanting to hear a bad new that must be heard... But forcing it into others... It's no different than what Shea's doing, instilling fear on her people... At least that's what this precociously senile ignorant old monk believes in." He sighed. "I'm here on a simillar mission as you, to take people away from Shea's clutches... and to fight her in her own turf if needed be. There, the reason I'm in this accursed land... And I fear I'm doing a lousy job in my mission."
Emora:
Ora listened quietly. "I'm sorry you had to do that... If I would have got them out myself then you wouldn't have had to do it... I'm sorry." She sat down on the small wooden bench her father had made outside her home. "I guess it's really my fault. I shouldn't have asked you to show them out." She looked at the ground for a moment, strings of black fell in front of her face.
Zenmusha:
"And I guess I should control my drinking habits better... Damn the demon ale..." He began to let himself smile truly again. "But what the heck, what be done be done! An' besides, if those thar lads be wantin' ta be real men, they hafta learn the hard way, aye?" He looked at her in the eye. "Twas not yer fault lass. Most likely they'd be doin' it anyway if ye didn't ask me ta throw'em out. Now, let's get back inside. These cold breezes are godd for ol' dwarfs, but not bonny lasses."
Emora:
Ora looked up and smiled she gave a nod and walked to the door. She opened it and stepped in, holding it for Kezadon. Her brother was putting away the ale and the glasses in the sink. "It's late Ora," her brother said and pumped water in for the dishes that he would wash. "You have to get up early tomorrow I suppose, since you came home early tonight." She hadn't told him yet, feeling that it didn't matter any way.
Ora rolled her eyes. Her brother was still acting like her father... "I'll get the dishes, you and Kezadon can talk." She walked over and he gave her a look with an arched eyebrow. She always did that when she wanted to stay up longer.
Zenmusha:
Kezadon sat on a chair next to him. "Sorry 'bout that, lad. I get all comotional for small stuff every now and then. So laddy, me's sympathetic t'yer cause, but before me helps ye, thar's somethin' ye'll hafta accept. The reason this ol' dwarf's here is ta send children to Iwama forest's monasteries as monks. They be treated kindly there, so don't worry. If I'm helpin' ye, ye must promisse that evry orphan child we ship out goes to me land."
Emora:
Ora looked up from the dishes. "As far as I'm concerned any place for a child is better than here," Joe said and looked at Kezadon. "They take the children once they get of age and they either go into the army or if they are girls, become a Queen's Maiden. Shea has enough of them to make an army and I don't think she will hesitate to use them in the war."
Ora finished what little dishes that were there and wiped her hands with a rag before walking to the chair she had sat in before.
"Ora, would have been one by now if I wouldn't have taken her in and I dare say I think she would have been better off as one. At least she wouldn't be working for that old brute of a tavern owner... That to is my fault." He glanced at Ora for a moment and then back at Kezadon. "You have a deal."
Zenmusha:
Kezadon looked sternly at him. "Don't say s*** like that. Anyone under Shea's command is a cursed thing." He rose from his chair. "So, me gathers the day's pretty much done, aye? So, mind if I sleep in this here floor?" He crouched, touching the floor. "Seems pretty soft." He let himself fall with a thunk as he landed... And went instantly to sleep, many thanks to the 90% alcohol level in his bloodstream...
Emora:
Ora went to laugh, but put a hand to her her mouth. She walked around the table and waved good night to her brother before going into the rather small room she had gone in before. Her brother was the next and he went to his room, which was even smaller.
Early that morning, still dark outside Ora woke and dressed in her barmaids dress and crept outside, trying not to wake her friend sleeping on the floor. She slipped out and walked the quiet lonely streets and alleys until she reached Havick's Tavern for Travelers.
Havick was waiting at the door for her. "Good morning," she said cheerfully and walked passed him. She walked to the counter and propped her elbows up on it, looking at the place where the fight had begun.
She glanced at Havick who was looking at her oddly. "What?" she asked and he started walking towards her with a dark expression. "What did I do?" He stood in front of her and pulled open the drawer that the money stayed in quickly, it was gone. “What… wait… you think I did it?”<br>
“I don’t care who did it,” he said and grinned crazed like. “My money is gone and you’re here…” He grabbed her shoulders and gripped them tight. “Well? Where’s my money?”<br>
“I don’t know!” she said quickly and looked up fearfully.
“Then find my money!” he slammed her against the wall and held her off the ground. “Or I put in a good word about your brother to Queen Shea herself… see how you get him out of that one.” Then he left and disappeared in the back. Ora rubbed her arm and watched him and then she looked at the door. “Roke,” she said and walked to the kitchen.
Zenmusha:
Rezadon was awoken by his own snoring. It was... still dark, so he went back to sleep... and that was when he remembered it was one long night in Arken... Getting up from the floor, he stretched his short arms and scratched his back.
Nothing to do for the moment... So he decided to go for a walk in Arroes, trying to find someone needing help. And was eventually dragged by his feet to Havick's Tavern. Sighing, he entered, wanting to know if Ora was in trouble or not. He sneaked into the kitchen...
Emora:
Ora paced around in the main part of the tavern where every one was. She was still rubbing her sore arms. What to do... what to do.... Where would Roke go? "Damn..." she whispered and looked at her arm to find a bruise in the shape of fingers. "Well, no use whining about it..." She plopped down in a chair just as some one walked in.
Zenmusha:
He looked around, trying to find himself some ale... And was just about to drink a whole barrel when he noticed Ora looking at him. "Miss Ora, erhm... I be comin' here ta ask ye if that scrap of a boss of ye's been given' ya troubles, aye?" He noticed the marks in her arm before she could hide them. "He has, hasn't he?"
Emora:
Ora looked down at her arms and looked up with a small smile. "No..." she said and hid the answer she wanted to give from her face... but not her eyes. "I guess it's from last night." She chuckled lightly. "It's all become a blur really." She stood up and walked to the counter wiping the already clean parts, just doing something to make her busy.
Zenmusha:
Kezadon waved his head. "Ahrr, ye're nay a nearly good enough liar ta trick me, lass. So, why dont'cha tell ol' Kezadon here what's happened? But first..." He walked back to the barrel, and drank it's contents in... two minutes, and his red skin now looked more purple than red. "What? Never seen a man eatin' his breakfast?"
Emora:
Ora giggled and looked away for a moment, but she couldn't help but smile. She thought to change the subject. "You're purple.... well... almost..." She grinned and folded her arms covering the bruises. "You know, you really shouldn't drink so much... it's going to be the death of you...."
Zenmusha:
"Aye, lass, I should... And ye should stop tryin' to change the subject when I ask ye things." He walked near her, grabbing her arm and unfolding them. "Come now, those three didn't leave ye with that, I recall it." He looked at her in the eye with his green eyes, his only beautiful body part... If we separate beautiful from aimable, what he was. "Me showns me be trustworthy, aye?"
Emora:
Ora nodded and pulled her arms away slowly. "Money is missing from the place where Havick usually keeps it... actually all the money. It must have happened after we left because I remember putting money in there... But I don't know who would have took it except Roke." She looked down for a moment and sighed.
"Havick wants his money back, but I don't know who would have it, Roke is the only one I can think of... So Havick asked me to find it. He also stated when he asked me that if I didn't find it my brother was going to have something mentioned about him to Shea..."
Ora didn't want her brother to end up like her parents... How she remembered that day, though it was so many years ago and she was only eight. How could she forget when she had come face to face with the evil queen and how she had greeted her with a smile and complimented her on how cute she was... and then forced her to watch her parents die... Saying it would make her stronger... She had stood by the queen's side and was forced to watch her parents burn to the stake. Strong was the total opposite of what it could have made her.
Zenmusha:
Kezadon thought about what to do... He could simply kill Havick... The man wasn't going to leave anyone crying for him that much he was sure... But it wouldn't really solve the problem. There was a thief to be found, and perhaps a more complicated matter behind the mere theft.
"Miss Ora, ye mentioned sumtin' 'bout a lass called Roke. Does ye think she might be the thief?" He noticed she was recalling sad events from her past... and made sure his usual comforting smile and voice were better than usual.
Emora:
"Roke is a boy who just started working here," she mentioned and softly smiled. "He was always quiet and I never thought he would do something like this, but he did disappear last night out of no where and now the money is missing..."
"Maybe me and my brother should leave. I'm starting to think that the longer we stay here the more chances some one is going to get to extinguish my family... we are the last, my brother and I." The idea was good. She could leave with her brother on the ships and try to make it into Ighten...
Emora:
Kezadon looked sternly at her. "An' who'd help the refugees? Me doesn't know the least bit 'bout smugglin' people out... Wouldn't do much of a smuggler, meself." He smiled again.
"So, lass, where does this Roke lass, erhm, lad, live?" He blushed, or rather, grew a bit more purple when he asked that... He still hadn't gotten used to the idea that Roke was a boy's name... And in every tavern that he'd gone to, the cook was female.... Truly, he'd never understand Arken.
Emora:
"I don't know," she told him and shrugged. "He's lucky he hasn't been pulled into the army." She grew quiet when she realized here of all places was not a good place to talk like this.
Not to mention Havick came out from his room in the back looking around still with that dark expression. He was probably wondering why no one had showed up yet. But, slowly people were starting to come down from there rooms.
Ora tensed a little when he came closer. He gave a long stare to Kezadon. "Didn't think I'd see you here... well if it's your job you want back you can't have it."
Zenmusha:
Kezadon just smiled... and for a moment considered the option of killing him... but dismissed it on the spot. "Aye, me be the first case of getting fired fer doin' me job. I was jus' passin' through, and thought it be good idea ta visit me friend Ora." His smile grew a little darker.
"A flawed boss, ya are. Beatin' up yer employees like that... Harr, in me land bosses like that are decapitated on the spot by their men." He walked to him, and sweeped his legs, and so he felt flat on the floor. "Me be searchin' fer an employee of yers, called Roke, and me be sures ya knows where he lives." He became as serious as can be. "And if ye even touches a string of Miss Ora's hair, ye be dead."
Emora:
Ora looked a little fearful for a moment, she was sure that Havick would kill Kezadon and grew even more sure when he hit the floor and his face grew that red shade again.
"I don't know where the boy lives," he said and got up, his knuckles were white from clenching his fist tightly. "And I wouldn't do that again..." He smiled, but it was more of a sneer. "After all, something like that can cause many more of Ora's hairs to be touched..."
Ora gritted her teeth. "Do you mind leaving me out of this?" she asked and folded her arms. "Threaten some one who actually is afraid of you..."
Ora was afraid of him, but she did well to hide it. She was rather aggravated though, not that it wasn't nice of Kezadon to stick up for her.
Havick glared for a moment and then looked back at Kezadon. "So what do ya want Roke for, he's just a kid.... wanna try and kill him too?"
Zenmusha:
Kezadon didn't seem the least bit bent on relaxing. Normally he didn't enjoy violence... But that guy kept asking for someone to put an end to his existance... Painfully if possible. "I believe that he might have to do with the money that's been missing from your pocket lately. I guess if you payed your employees better instead of burning away your cash in superfluous things, you wouldn't have been robbed in the first place."
He sweeped his feet again. "And I'm not sure if you noticed this... You're the weak player around here. I can defeat anyone you send, and if you tell Shea about Ora and her brother, you're dead... If you touch one or more strings of her hair, you're dead... And if you displease me, well, I think you get the idea."
He grabbed him by the collars, and brought his face nearer to his. "Now, if you have any idea where he might be livin', I suggest you answer, otherwise you might not ever speak again."
Emora:
Ora watched with amusement as Havick's glare turned rather fear full. "I the-think he lives by the docks... he might have moved..." Havick stuttered and Ora bit her bottom lip to keep from laughing. Havick glanced at her and she stood there for a moment, acting like she was ignoring the whole thing. But, she still bit her bottom lip lightly, trying not to smile.
"Ora still works for me though," he pointed out as he tried getting to his feet. "I want hurt her, but she still works for me."
Ora rolled her eyes and walked towards the door. "Where are you going?" he called to her. She turned and looked at him with an expression that said she clearly thought he was an idiot.
"You want you money don't you?" she asked and when he stared blankly she held up her hands and then turned, walking out of the tavern and waiting out side for Kezadon. He might have other words for Havick so she would wait for him just incase.
Zenmusha:
He looked at Havick with disgust. "It's because of people like you that there's misery and strife in the world. Be thankful to whatever you hold sacred that I'm no murderer." He went out of the kitchen.
The tavern really was bustling with activity. Some of the guests looked at the hole he had made on the counter the other night, wondering what sort of muscled barbarian would do that using the captain's head. He smiled... such fertile minds.
He caught up with Ora outside. "Miss Ora, sorry 'bout involvin' ya in all that rubbish, but I don't approve none of beatin' employees." He walked a few steps ahead of her... "Hold on, where be the docks?"
Emora:
Ora pointed down a rather deserted dark road. "Down that way..." she told him and began walking in that direction. "I didn't think he'd try anything after almost every one that helps me brother and I jumped him... I thought it had scared him... But, I guess I was wrong... He technically owns me... I'm not his employee... I'm his slave."
But, it was well worth it. She would rather Havick hit her every day and her brother be alive, then to have to watch one more of her family members die.
"Roke really must be tuff to live by the docks..." she said and looked in through a window as she passed that was filled with some candle glow. She turned her head quickly away... she definitely had not wanted to see that.
Zenmusha:
Kezadon smiled at Ora's face when she turned her head. Curiosity killed the cat... A saying he didn't quite enjoy, because not only he liked cats, but their curiosity didn't get them in trouble most of the time.
He looked around the road, trying to find something that caught his eye. And he found a boy in one of the alleys, whose resigned face turned alarmed when he saw Ora walking with the dwarf. "Hey, is yer name Roke?"
The boy darted away into the pitch black alley. Sighing, Kezadon ran after him... hoping he didn't find anyone less than friendly in there.
Emora:
Ora followed quickly and kept up with him, but stayed behind slightly just in case something were to happen. She looked around the dark alley and couldn't see anything. "He could be hiding any where in here..."
She stopped and looked around... "Roke... it's alright, we're not going to hurt you. I just need to ask you something."
Zenmusha:
Kezadon eyed the alley. There were a few backdoors that lead inside the slum buildings. He could have entered any of them. There must have been someone reading his thoughts, because a group of ragged, nasty looking bandits decided to take a walk on the alley, and they all came from the same door.
They were cussing and cursing each other playfully, showing off their hunting knifes and boasting how many men they killed with them. And as luck would have it, they found Kezadon and Ora.
"Well, what do we have here, lads?" A blonde man covered in scars and dressed slightly better than the others, thus making for the appearance of a leader, waved his head in their direction. "A shorty and a babe? In our street? Well, I guess you're not aware of the tax policies around here."
He tried to clean his fingernails with the knife as he spoke. "You give us all you've got, your money, your clothes..." He looked at Ora. "And perhaps you'll give yourself, babe." The men laughed at the vile metaphore. Keadon looked menacingly at them. "If we refuse?"
The leader looked a bit less arrogant and a bit more angry. "We kill you, take all you have, and sell your organs to the Warlocks." Kezadon walked forward. "Try it." The leader was now visibly angry. He tried to stab Kezadon's belly... And we all know he's short, so when the man bent himself in his wild attack, Kezadon just rotated 90º, deflected his thrust, jumped up, using the momento he kicked lightly his arm, and delivered a sommersault kick in his chin.
The guy walked a few steps back, and Kezadon, upon landing, prepared himself for the others' charge.
Emora:
Ora gritted her teeth and turned red from both embarrassment and anger at what the man had implied. Why all of the sudden did people seem to take interest in her in that way? While two or maybe it was three went to attack Kezadon one made his way over to her.
He swung his blade playfully, his smile showing missing teeth. He also had a horrible smell coming from him... at least she thought it was him. Ora took steps back and when she had an opening she kicked up with her leg. It hit him between the legs or the stomach, it was to quick for her to tell, but he did double over. She heard footsteps coming down the other side of the alley. Maybe it was there friends coming to help. She didn't look though; she kept her eyes on the one in front of her.
She kicked again and his him in the neck. He began to make a choking sound.
Zenmusha:
The three men charged in on Kezadon, trying to swing their knives at him. He tumbled across them, hitting them in their knees to give himself more time to focus on a single foe. One of them bent lower than the others, likely with a broken knee, and he managed to run across his back and dive with his fists against one's chest, that felt on the floor ghasping for air. Another tried to stab him in the back, doing the same msitake as their knocked out leader, and Kezadon did the same maneuver, except that he didn't jump this time, just borke the guy's nose with his elbow.
As he "uppercutted" the broken knee'd guy, he saw a few more bandits with berserk expressions pouring down into the alley. "This be a long night..." He ran against them, waving his hands in a somewhat stylized way. He abruplty stopped his run less than a few inches from them, and waved his hands against them. They were pushed back by a strange wave of what seemed like massed wind, and many felt to the floor.
Kezadon jumped, and hopped from head to head of the fallen guys, punching between the legs those who were just a bit dissoriented, but still not taking notice of him.
Emora:
Ora watched for a split second and then she turned, running past the man who was bent over and the blond man who was finally recovering and down the alley to find Roke so they could get the hell out before something really bad happened.
She turned down a smaller one, she could barely fit through it and it was pit black almost. "ROKE!" she yelled and tried to see down the alley. "Roke, it's me Ora... I'm not going to-"
CRASH!!!!
She was hit from behind and she skidded across the ground.
Zenmusha:
Kezadon heard a crashing sound coming from a very tight alley. hitting one last bandit on the lower parts, he ran as fast as he could to it... and could barely squeeze through the walls...
He saw the small boy known as Roke holding a broken bottle, and Ora skidding acorss the ground. The boy looked scared as hell. Kezadon squeezed as silently as possible, before the boy was alerted of his coming by the sound of cothing being ripped. Kezadon managed to grab his arm before he ran away.
The boy struggled to get out of his grip, but to no avail. Kezadon tried to rotate his body, finishing his shirts destruction and getting a few friction burns on himself. He threw the boy into a hug. "It's OK, lad. Whe're not here ta hurt ye." He patted his back as he spoke, his voice being filled with compassion and understanding.
Emora:
Ora rolled over and watched in what little light they had Kezadon slowly start calming the boy. Slowly she saw him start to loosen up a little. "Roke," she said and got to her feet, putting a hand on his head. "It's alright, I and Kezadon are not going to hurt you... we just have to ask you a question..."
She looked at Kezadon with a smile and then she looked around. She didn't see any bandits, looks like he took care of them for now. She couldn't believe the poor boy lived around here.
Zenmusha:
Kezadon retributed the smile and winked friendly at her. "Kezadon be me, lad." He stated to the boy. "So, lad, have ye been takin' money from Havick's coffers ta survive here?" The boy shifted uncomfortably.
"It's ok, lad. I can understan'it lookin' at this place. An' don't worry, me's not workin' for the guy." He messed up the boy's haircut with his hand, trying to get him comfortable around him.
Emora:
Roke smiled slightly, she had never heard him say much. He grabbed Kezadon's hand and pulled on it. "I think he wants to show us something," Ora said and backed up, she couldn't let them pass; there wasn't enough room for that.
He pointed to a small opening and he let go of Kezadon's hand and walked in. Ora looked at her friend for a moment then shrugged, she followed. It was dark... and wet... and smelled horrible. He seemed to be living under some one else’s home... lights could be seen coming through some of the panels of flooring above.
He crawled under a tattered blanket that fell over an opening. It looked like he had dug the whole place out so it wouldn't be so short... he had worked hard to make his home better... you could tell...
Ora lifted the blanket and crawled through. There was a few candles lit... nothing to give any good light... they were around a bed where a sleeping child lay... She was about five... from the looks. Her hair was dirty as was her face. She looked around and Roke was on the other side of the room watching them. Ora crawled towards the little girl and put a hand on her head... she was burning up.
"She's sick..." he said and looked at the little girl.
Zenmusha:
Kezadon smiled bitterly. "She'll be alright, Roke. Miss Ora, take the girl with you. We'll be sendin' these two lads to me monastery."
So that's why Roke was stealing! Wondering whether she was his sister or a girl he took pity on, either showed he had purity of soul and bravery. He moved around painfully in the tight alley, and looked at Roke. "Lad, want to get away from Arken? If you want, I can send you to a monastery in Ongoreth. You'll be treated well, far better than in here."
He didn't get to finish his proposal, as Ora grabbed the girl and was waiting for them to get out of the way. "We'll talk about this later." They finally got off the alley, with Kezadon's clothes desperately needing a stitching. The bandits were either still knocked out, or just shot the four killer looks as they passed by them.
Emora:
Ora led them back to her home, her brother wasn't there and he had his own job to tend to. She opened the door and walked quickly to her room, laying the child gently on her bed and then walking towards the water, pumping some into a kettle and hanging it over the hot coals left in the fire place.
It would take a minute for the water to get good and warm. She looked at Kezadon and smiled. "I'll sew your shirt up later... Roke, would you like something to eat?" Ora asked and when she figured the water was warm, she didn't want it hot after all; she pulled the kettle off the coals and pored it into a bowl, then grabbed a cloth. "Kezadon, if he's hungry there is some food in the pantry..." She turned and walked back into her room.
She knelt down beside the girl, wiping her dirty face and neck... the warm water was just to clean her, she would get a cold rag to help with the fever. The little girl had light brown hair, a little blond; of course it was very dirty so it could have been very blond for all she knew.
Ora felt sorry for the poor girl. She looked so helpless and small... and thin... Her eyes fluttered for a moment and opened slightly. "Momma..."
Did she just say momma? It was the fever... she was weak and the fever was making her think she was seeing things... "Shhhh.... it's alright...." Ora put a hand to the child’s face and smiled as her eyes closed again and she faded off into sleep.
Zenmusha:
Kezadon wasn't hungry... Well, not much. He still had things to do, and when he had things to do only a mug of ale could distract him. So, he grabbed some bread and dried meat, and made him a neat meat sandwich. "There ya go, lad." The boy ate it silently and eagerly.
The dwarf smiled at him. So young... It's a shame that Arken jeopardised the lives of such children like that. "Roke. I still haven't heard whether or not you want to go to my monastery yet. It'll be a harsh life, but it's better than how you lived around here. And there's always food on the table. Plus, you won't have to worry about money." He was sort of bribing the boy... But for good reasons.
"We can even send yer sis if ye want. Then you two would be a team!" Kezadon would be ashamed of those tactis of persuasion if it wasn't for the good.
Emora:
"Julie? She can come to?!" Roke seemed actually excited now... he looked into the room where his sister was and smiled. He grew quiet again and stared at the floor. "When can we go?"
While he was talking to Kezadon, Ora took the rag and dipped it into the bowl, which the water had gone cold now. She rung it out and laid it across the forehead of the little girl. She smiled as she looked at the child. She hoped one day she could have children... but she planned on being out of Arken... she would never raise a child of hers in a place brought forth from Hell... She had over heard the Roke. "Julie? Is that your name?" she whispered and smiled lightly.
Zenmusha:
Kezadon was relieved that the boy took his offer so well. "Aye, laddy, she can go along. And I be sure ye'll make a fearsom' pair of young lads!" He rose from his seat, and into the kitchen. He looked at the kettle... hoping it was nothing more than a fever that the girl felt.
Grabbing a mug of ale for himself, and making him a sandwich, he went to Ora, who tended to the girl. Coughing a stubborn bread particle that didn't go in like the others, he looked at the woman. "So, needin' anything at all, Miss Ora?"
Emora:
Ora looked up for a moment and then at Kezadon. "I don't know... I'm not a doctor and I haven't exactly had time to learn anything. Sure I've read medical books... ones I've stolen... but I'm no doctor..."
She sighed and rose from her feet. "She could have a fever for a number of reasons, infection... which could kill her... a cold... which will fade away... anything..."
She was worried that the girl was very sick and she couldn't do anything about it. Unless.... "Roke, do you have the money that you stole from Havick with you?" He came forward, pulling coins from his pocket. She took them and put them in her own. Then, she turned on her heal and scooped the little girl into her arms. She rose and looked at Kezadon. "I know a healer close to the middle of the town. I'll take her there. You can stay here with Roke... I'll be back." She then walked to the door.
Zenmusha:
Kezadon wondered for a moment if using the stolen cash was ethical.... and dismissed the thought when he remembered its lawful owner. He waited 'till Ora got out of the room, and went back to Roke.
"So lad, want to learn a few mad tricks?" There was a slightly fanatical bright in his eager eyes... And so, he spent the whole time teaching him "deadly" moves that could only be done after a lifetime of practice... but were still pretty cool from a boy's point of view.
Emora:
Ora walked the streets of the city, light should be coming soon... if her majesty would sleep today... She turned down a busy street that led to the main gates to the city and then just as fast as she had done then, up three steps to a door. She knocked with her foot her hands were full. The door opened after several knocks to an impatient old woman standing in the way. She was short and rather moody looking. "What d'ya want?" she barked and her hair seemed to fly out of the little bun.
"I need help..." she said and moved forward, pushing the woman out of the way. "I have a child and I need to you to find out what is wrong with her."
The old woman raised an eyebrow. "Got, coin?" she asked and looked at the child in her arms for a moment.
"Aye," she said and sat the child on a couch.
"Well, get out of me way..." she moved passed Ora and looked at the child for a moment. Feeling the little girl’s head and did some other things.
Then she walked to a cabinet and pulled something out. A vile... The woman walked to Ora. "Money first..." she said as Ora reached for it and Ora handed her the money.
Zenmusha;
Kezadon had moved from showing off weird stunts to telling all sorts of tales from his fights... Some of which he invented, and added a few more gruesome details... For some reason, children enjoyed the violent parts.
It was then that Joe entered. "Phew, you sure made a mess from my colleagues by the docks." His face was between happy and upset. "Thanks for taking care of my sister... But next time don't take her to dangerous spots. And don't almost kill my guild brothers. They may have questionable methods, but we're still members of the same guild."
Kezadon wanted to hit him in the head... With a pickaxe. But kept himself cool. "Fer someone that be so caring towards others, ye seem keen on depriving them of their hard earned cash." Roke looked in fear at the man... He recognized him. Kezadon noticed it. "An' using children as well."
Emora:
Ora placed the vile in her pocket and then took the child in her arms again. "What is wrong with her?" she asked and looked at the old woman.
"Just give her that and all will be better," she told her and opened the door. "Now get out, I have plenty to do." Ora left the woman and walked back to her home. She looked at the small child sleeping deeply in her arms and she smiled at her for a moment.
She walked to her home and opened the door and as soon as she entered into the room she could feel tension. "What's wrong?" she asked as she walked passed them and back into her room. Her brother looked slightly confused at why she was carrying a child. She sat laid the little girl on the bed and then entered back into the main part of the small home.
"So did you get what I asked for Roke?" her brother asked and smiled for a moment.
Zenmusha:
The little guy looked aprehensive. "Sorry, Mr. Falls... Ms. Ora asked me to hand it over to pay for Julie's medicine." Kezadon stood between Joe and Roke, somehow predicting a violent reaction... From what he knew about those kind of exploiters, they didn't refrain from beating up children when the results weren't very proficuous.
Emora:
Joe oddly smiled, though his smile was one that Ora hadn't seen in a while. It was so fake it was grotesque. "Well... we'll talk about this later..."
"Wait... you asked Roke to steal the money for you?" Ora asked and stepped forward quickly. "Do you know how much trouble I got in for that? Why? Don't you have enough people to mess with besides Havick? I thought you said you weren't going to steal from him any more..."
"Ora, come on... Its just business," Joe said and plopped down in the fluffy chair.
Ora raised the sleeve of her shirt on one side and showed the finger shaped bruises. "Well, look what your businuess did..."
"Well, I'll just have some of the boys talk to him about this..." Joe said and folded his arms.
"That's not going to do any good this time... he's just going to have the entire guard breathing down your neck!" Ora walked towards her brother.
"Well, do you have any money left over from spending it on that child?" Joe asked and glared up at her.
"What has gotten into you lately?" Ora asked and turned away from him, walking towards Roke. "Here take this..." She gave him the money left over. "Hold on to it for me, I'll take it to Havick as soon as I'm done giving your sister her medicine."