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« Reply #150 on: December 25, 2007, 12:42:54 AM »

Maggie

Maggie let out a soft sigh when Kurr left hurriedly. It was a bad habit of hers, she was too nosy and that usually scared people away. Shaking her head, she pushed back her chair and headed outside for some fresh air. Tramping outside through the melting snow, she reached the stables. Leaning against the stable doors, she breathed in the crisp, cold air. Ah, how she enjoyed clear days like this. Andi popped out her head from the stables. With her chestnut coloured tresses and her curvaceous hips, she was nearly the spitting image of Maggie, if not for her eyes, which were a light baby blue.

"Andi, you be slacking too?" Maggie's head turned to look at her best friend. "Aye, stuff the customers, Sara can handle the gruff one." Andi's steps brought her to stop in front of Maggie. Planting her rear end on a crate near Maggie, they started to chatter about the mundane things that happened that day.

Sara

At the loud clunk that came from the common room, Sara left her post at the grills, wiped her hands on her apron, and bustled outside. She walked straight up to the customer (not that they had much at the moment) and smiled at him, wondering briefly why he had to keep his hood up in a tavern. "Your wish, sir?"

Bill

Bill was frankly surprised at the elf's reply. Not many people would waltz into a tavern and announce that they were assassins. "Shush," Bill said fiercely. He lowered his voice to an mysterious whisper "You shut up about being an assassin, and maybe I have something for you." Leaning back, he awaited the elf's reply.
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« Reply #151 on: December 25, 2007, 10:46:13 AM »

"You may not approve, but I am blunt and up front. I don't care to hide what I am, or what I do, and if you are afraid of that, then be afraid, but I will look down upon you for that. But, your looks on life are your own, and if you have business and request me to be quiet, I will," Said Weivóc and then taking a brief pause, he then leaned up and continued asking., So what is it you have in mind for me?"
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« Reply #152 on: December 26, 2007, 01:54:25 AM »

Afraid? This little... thing thought him afraid? Bill's anger grew every second, though his exterior was calm and friendly. "Fine. Stay here," Bill commanded. Standing up, he removed himself to the back of the tavern, where the kitchens were. The message boy that had arrived there earlier was dozing off, his head leaning against the barrel, drrol trickling out of the sides of his mouth.

"Boy, git up." Bill stalked over and shook the boy roughly awake. "Mmph? Wassa mat'r sir?" The boy mumbled nearly incoherently. "Boy, tell him that I found someone. He'll meet him at the harbour." Nearly fully awake, the boy nodded, opened the back door, and sped off into the allyways.

Bill made his way back to the tables. "Elf. The harbour. Dock 13. In an hour." Bill stated the facts as he was paid to, before turning his back on the Eophyrhim and disappearing into the kitchens.
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« Reply #153 on: December 26, 2007, 02:24:54 AM »

With that, he got up and left the inn, acting as though nothing was about to happen.
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« Reply #154 on: December 30, 2007, 05:01:09 AM »

     He only had to wait for a few moments before a woman entered the common room from a door behind the bar. His good eye surveyed the woman before him while the hound at his feet watched the room for his master. It was odd how he had positioned his left side toward the bar and left his blind side facing the room. He wondered if he would ever really get used to this particular weakness of his or if he would continue through life making the same mistakes over and over. A soft sigh escaped him as he realized that he would be at a disadvantage if his right was facing the bar. He shook his head slightly and rested a hand on the hounds head, ready for any sign of danger. That little encounter moments before had left him a bit jumpy for now.

     "Your wish, sir?" The woman who had appeared from the kitchen asked.

     "Need a room please," Kurr said. With that he nudged the dirty dishes across the bar and dug into his coin pouch, waiting for her reply and the cost of the room.
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« Reply #155 on: January 30, 2008, 03:57:19 PM »

Sara

Sara flashed a grin at the stranger as he requested for a room. "Of course. A room for a night will be 5 sans." Leaning back, Sara poked her head into the cupboard which housed all the keys. The little pieces of metal shone dully in the dim light. The keys jangled softly as she pulled one set off their hook.

Resurfacing at the counter, Sara handed the keys to the stranger. "First door to your right, up the stairs. You may pay later, if you wish."
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« Reply #156 on: January 30, 2008, 11:55:26 PM »

Bill walked over to Sara throwing off his apron. "I am going out for awhile. Keep an eye on things for me, will you hon?

He really did not wait for an answer because he knew she would do it. She was his employee after all and more importantly, he trusted her.

He grabbed his cloak and walked out the door, turned right and headed for the docks. His mind was a whirl as he thought about what he was about to do. Yes, his other employer had asked him to look out for an assassin, but discreetly. This man who called himself Weiv'oc just came into the place and announced loud enough for anyone to hear, including that stranger Kurr, that he was an assassin. Either that man is stupid or arrogant or both and either one or both of those combinations were in Bill's opinion, very dangerous: not only to him, but to his employer as well and Bill liked his head and he was sure his employer did the same.

He was still deciding about whether to just turn around and go back to the Rest, but a nagging thought occured to him that if he at least did not show up, the assassin might show up in his room late at night. No, it is better to let his employer decide whether or not he wanted to hire this man. Besides it was too late to change his mind now. He was at the appointed time and Weiv'oc had seen him and was waitng for him. By Quepreur! Does not that man know the meaning of discreet? Bill thought as he nodded toward the man to a darken abandoned building that gulls and other birds had made their home.

He walked toward the side of the building where there were several loose boards and waited for Weiv'oc.
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« Reply #157 on: February 04, 2008, 11:36:14 AM »

     "Of course. A room for a night will be 5 sans." The woman said, before disappearing from sight for a moment. When she returned she handed him a little key and said, "First door to your right, up the stairs. You may pay later, if you wish."

     "I'll pay now," he said simply, pulling the coins out and handing them to her as he took the key. "Thanks."

     With that he turned, dropping the key and his coin pouch into a dark, hidden pocket within the folds of his dark grey cloak. As he made his way to the door he noticed that the other man was gone now. He breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that any man that could escape notice was to be watched carefully. But then again perhaps he was just being lax after the encounter with the guard.

     Suddenly he had realized that he was outside and the stables where in front of him a couple peds. He shook his head, catching the hood before it fell back from the motion. Too much ale. That was his probably right now. Drinking wasn't his smartest idea this day. Well once he got his things he would be able to head up to his room and get some sleep probably. As Kurr neared the stable doors he heard voices and stopped short.

     He figured that people were talking just inside the doors and decided not to interrupt them. Instead the circled the building, looking for a back door. Before he entered through a back door, he pulled his hood over his face further. It was a shame that there were people in there, he would have liked to pull his hood down for a moment, but figured he could once he got to his room. With a sigh he pulled the door open and entered, his one good eye looking for Titan as he walked down the row between stalls.
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« Reply #158 on: February 22, 2008, 03:45:23 PM »

Maggie and Andi

A rustling from the end of the stables made Maggie turn. Aye, just the gruff one, she thought to herself, paying him no further heed. Turning back to Andi, Maggie grinned at her best friend while she rambled on about her latest exploit in the bedroom. A soft contented sigh escaped her as she listened to her friend's stories. These were the small times when she actually liked her measly job in the Inn. Goofing off with Andi was definitely one of the highlights of her day, which was a sad view of her boring life.

Sara stomped out into the stables, a disgruntled look on her face. "Maggie, I need ya. Them potatoes won't peel themselves, you know." Light brown locks swayed gently as Maggie rolled her eyes at Sara. She was a nice girl, don't get her wrong, but she was a bit... stiff. "C'min, keep your panties on, girl." A whack from the wooden spoon Sara had ganerated an ow from Maggie.

With Maggie trudging off, Andi was the only one left outside in the stables. She kicked a stone into the stables, watching with disintrest at it's jumps and hops. Idly, she twirled her fingers around, before a hairy hand decended onto her mouth. Her survival instincts kicked in as she sturggled for her life. Who was this hariy man? Why did he want her? Questions filled her mind even as she kicked and clawed at the body of her mysterious assaultor. Even so, it was too late. Within minutes, she could see the darkness at the edge of her vision, blurring her otherwise sharp sight. It was a scary thing to observe, a dark gaping hole at the edge of her conciousness trying to reel her in. So, what could a girl do in a situation like this? Andi took the easy way out.

She fainted.
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« Reply #159 on: March 02, 2008, 09:05:20 AM »

     Silence.

     At first it Kurr didn't notice the unusual silence that fell over the stables at that point. In reality, he loved the silence; it gave him time to organize his thoughts. It wasn't until he remembered the two women and realized that he was in a stable that it seemed … unnatural.

     When he had entered there had been two women in the doorway talking. He had ignored them, turning toward the stall where Titan had been put down. When another voice was added he didn't bother to look over, recognizing two of the speakers as worker at the inn. The third was probably a friend or another worker, but he didn't waste time dwelling on it. He was standing on one side of Titan, his view of the entrance to the stable blocked by the horse's head. It wasn't until he had finished his quick check over the horse that he noticed the silence.

     He peeked around the horse in time to see that woman from the bar go limp in a strange man's arms. In that moment he noticed the man's large hand over her face. For half a heartbeat the man turned to survey the stables. A single, deep blue eye noticed a jagged scar running down the man's throat and a tattoo on his arm. That was all he could take in before the man lifted the woman for a better grip and took off, moving swiftly through the main stable door.

     Kurr cursed the position he was in and quickly stepped around the horse, placing his hands on the stall door that reached up to his chest. Instead of messing with the latch he vaulted himself over the door, falling forward onto the stables floors as he went. Both he and his hood had fallen, but he paid no mind to that at the moment. The only thought that crossed his mind was a slight rebuke for having more than one mug of ale. His body moved on its own, bringing him to his feet and carrying him out of the stables. By the time he had collected himself and was out the door, he could just barely see the form of one person carrying another down the street before they turned into an alley.

     Now that they had rounded the corner it would be hard to find them so he stopped in his tracks, noticing the warmth of the sun on his face. He quickly pulled his hood back up as he attempted to bring up the man's appearance in his mind. As he did so he turned back to the inn. Within two steps he realized that Drake wasn't with him, but with one low call, the hound came bounding up to his side. They entered the inn together, striding up to the bar. One deep blue eyes and two dark brown eyes surveyed the inn as they moved, looking for any signs of danger. With one closed hand he rapped on the wooden counter twice, while calling out a quick, 'hello' to get attention. The person running the inn right now needed to hear that some man had abducted one of their workers.
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« Reply #160 on: March 21, 2008, 06:12:43 PM »



Bill was busy taking orders - The hour was approaching noon, and patrons were pouring in for lunch. A quick glance into the kitchen told him that Maggie and Sarah were cooking, and he saw Lenka walking around, serving the customers. But where in the blazes was Andi? She should be here, helping. The place didn't run itself, and she should know it. He couldn't go run after her right now, though. As much as he needed her here, he couldn't leave the place practically untended.

A quick 'hello' drew his attention, and he turned to the caller. He was momentarily taken aback by the hood over the man's face, but he quickly remembered that he'd taken a room in his inn. He was the one Maggie'd been talking to, wasn't it?  "What can I do for you?" he asked.

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Maggie

Gods, peeling potatoes was boring. She wanted to be out in the common room, serving people. She knew it was getting busier, and she liked waitressing. But then, all those people needed food, and like Sarah had said, those potatoes didn't peel themselves. A familiar voice drew her out of the kitchen though, a potatoe still held in her hand, a knife in the other. She stood in the doorway, trying to be inconspicuous as she listened for what the hooded man had to say. She'd like to see under that hood though...

Realising that she was squinting at him, she quickly averted her gaze. She didn't move though, she wanted to know what he had to say. It would be her downfall, one day, that curiosity of hers, but she couldn't help it. He'd eaten and he'd had a drink. He had also already paid for his room and gotten the key. So what did  he still want? Of course, it could be something so every day as yet another pint of ale, but something in his attitude told her that no, this was something else.
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« Reply #161 on: April 02, 2008, 08:33:51 AM »

     "What can I do for you?" the bartender asked.

     At that moment he realized he knew so little about the situation. 'One of your workers was abducted' was the first reply that came to mind, but he kept that to himself for a moment. Instead he tried to bring back the image of the man and girl. Only the jagged scar running down his neck, one clouded eye, and a tattoo on his arm stood out. The girl on the other hand was clear in his mind, only because he had seen her only moments before.

      "One of your servers was abducted by some guy just now. I saw him take off down the street, but was somewhat trapped behind a stable door. By the time I got out the man had turned a corner. Brown hair, uh …" Kurr said, trying to remember. "Her name was …" He paused again as his good eye fell on the doorway to the kitchen. His mind couldn't take in what he saw there. "Her," He finished, nodding toward the girl in the doorway. It wasn't possible, but he that was who he had seen. He still had one good eye and he had seen what he had seen.
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« Reply #162 on: April 08, 2008, 10:21:11 PM »

Maggie

She looked up with a surprised look on her face. "Me? I ain't kidnapped, love. I been talkin' to..." Her gaze shifted to Bill, horrification written plainly on her face. "Andi. She stayed out, they must'a taken her. She lookin' like me the way she does, no wonder mister mysteriousness there thought he saw me." Turning back to the guest, she quickly asked: "What else you seen? What direction? You seen the kidnapper?" There was an urgency there that was something more than just concern for her friend. The potatoe that she was still holding had lost all her attention, she was now just holding it because she didn't know what else to do with it. Her eyes tried to see underneath the hood, into the stranger's eyes, trying to convince him to tell her everything that he saw.
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« Reply #163 on: April 10, 2008, 10:12:57 AM »

     "Me? I ain't kidnapped, love. I been talkin' to..." She stopped suddenly.

     Kurr's mind was still reeling. He couldn't figure out what was going on and the scene that was running through his mind again and again was driving him crazy as he knew it was the girl standing in the doorway that had been taken. She shifted her gaze to the bartender. The shift, abandoned sentence, and look on her face let him know that he was about find out something.

     "Andi. She stayed out, they must'a taken her. She lookin' like me the way she does, no wonder mister mysteriousness there thought he saw me." She turned back to him and assaulted him with questions. "What else you seen? What direction? You seen the kidnapper?"

     Andi, Kurr thought, tossing the name around in his head for a moment wondering how he hadn't seen the resemblance between them, oh, of course I was too busy avoiding that one and her questions. He turned his mind away from that for now, considering the information she had given him. Many things popped into his head but the first was an important question. Why did she think this person was after her? They previous conversation and in the depths of the darkness he grinned. I'm not the only one that the past shadows, he thought. Next he thought about her questions, the exact ones he had been trying to answer himself as he reentered the tavern.

     "I was tending to my horse when noticed everything was rather quiet. I saw the man as the girl, Andi, passed out. He was an average sized man with a dark completion and hair and was dressed in dark clothing. Eh, a tattoo and scar down his neck if I remember correctly. I'm not familiar with this city …" Kurr said, pausing for a moment. It wasn't a lie entirely since he had spent most of his time in the richer areas of town when he had lived here. "… but he took off past the stables and was heading into an alleyway before I had recovered from …" He let this trail of thought dangle again glad the hood hid the blush that crept into his cheeks from the memory of his stupidity. "… before I had gotten out of the stables."
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« Reply #164 on: April 16, 2008, 05:10:25 PM »

Maggie

She was too agitated to notice the slight hesitation at the end of his explanation. Why couldn't he leave her alone? She'd left that life behind a long time ago. And now Andi was paying for it. She couldn't let that happen. A simple glance at Bill was enough. He nodded once, so she quickly went into the kitchen, ignoring Sarah's questions, and put on her mantle. Then she went back to the hooded man, coming around the bar to stand next to him. "Please sir, show me where you saw this happening. We have to find Andi, she did nothing wrong! Will you please help me?"
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