Brok's Rest.(Nyermersis)

[Weivóc'Neán]

While hearing the list of food be said, he noticed the man at the table jump a little, but then try and settle down a bit, so he didn't pay much attention. He then watched as Bill wiped the counter one last time and then said, "I'll take 3 pancakes,  4 sausage, and and some hashbrowns. Also, may I get another wine to help wash it down?"

[Seh'nara Celebrindal]

Bill

"Aye, sure sir," Bill said cheerfully. Bill then poked his head into the kitchen and said, "Maggie, your customer. Sara, 3 pancakes, 4 saussages, and 3 hashes." Maggie nodded and walked out. While Sara was preparing the meal, Bill brought out a bottle of whit wine and poured it out. In a few moments, Sara slid over a plate of sizzling saussages coupled with warm pancakes and hot hashbrowns. Giving Sara a smile, Bill took the plate and the wine glass and placed it in front of the elf. "That'll be 4 sans, please."

Maggie

After she exited the kitchen, she headed straight for Hooded Man's table. "What shall I get you, sir? More ale?" Maggie then noticed the still untouched piece of pie on his plate. "Well, sir. Is the chicken pie too cold for you? I'd be glad to exchange it with another warmer piece," Maggie said, eager to please.

[Weivóc'Neán]

After hearing the order said to the sara, having it cooked and placed in front of him, and then hearing the ammount, he then reached into his cloak and pulled out a small pouch which jingled a little when removed. He opened it, pulled out 4 sans, and hadned them to Bill while saying, "Thank you sir, here is the money." He then went back to his table with his plate of food and glass of wine. On his way back, he noticed the other waitress go to the human that jumped a little earlier, as he had motioned for her. He then sat down and started to slowly eat the food, savoring the taste.

[Kurr]

     The waitress once more made his way over to his table. He watched her feet from beneath the brim of his hood as she headed in his direction. At the same time, beneath the table, Drake stiffened and let out a low growl as she approached the table. The hound still uneasy after noticing his owner startle just moments before. Kurr set a hand atop the hound's head and he quieted the animal. With a yawn Drake relaxed and continued his nap on the warm inn floor. Kurr looked up as she approached the table, keeping his face still hidden in the dark folds of fabric.

     "What shall I get you, sir? More ale?" She asked, brushing back locks of brown hair. He watched as he brown gaze drifted to the untouched plate in front. "Well, sir. Is the chicken pie too cold for you? I'd be glad to exchange it with another warmer piece," she asked.

     Kurr shook his head slightly. "Yes, another ale please. And no ma'am, the pie's fine. I just haven't had much stomach for food yet, though I thank you for the thought."

     One hand strayed to the pouch at his side while the other reached up to pulled his hood further over his head, just incase it had fallen back a bit when he looked up. His fingers deftly slipped over the coins in the pouch, pulling out what he needed for the next ale before pulling the draw strings on the pouch tightly once more. He slid the coins across the table and rolled his shoulder a bit before hunching over once more. His back was beginning to ache along with his shoulders, but it was the easiest way to keep his face hidden. With a wry grin, which was concealed by the fabric, Kurr realized that his goal now was simply to stay hidden. It was ironic since in his 'previous life' he had strove to be the center of attention, and now? He simply wanted to become a shadow. Odd how the world works, he thought to himself. With that thought he waited once more for another ale, eying the pie that was beginning to look better by the moment.

[Seh'nara Celebrindal]

After brief nod, Maggie casually swiped the coins and the empty tankard before retracing her steps back to the bar. Quickly filling up the stein with frothing ale, she walked back to the table where Hooded Man was. "Here ya go again, sir."

Glancing back at the bar, she noticed that Bill didn't need her. With the way that he was slumped into his coat, Hooded Man looked like he wanted to disappear into his clothing entirely. Maggie's friendly personality could not just walk away from someone who was sad; ale wasn't the answer to everything. Pulling up a chair, Maggie sat down across the Hooded Man, stuck out a hand and said cheerfully, 'I be Maggie, sir."

[Weivóc'Neán]

While eating his breakfast, he noticed the man pull out a pouch, take a few coins and slide them across the table, while they were having a small chat. The waitress then picked up the coins and his mug, went back into the kitchen, filled it up, brought it back to him, and then sit down with the human. Noticing this, the elf finally took his hood off, which let his hair fall down in the back, from where it had gotten tucked away when the hood was put on. He then took his left hand, since he ate with his right hand, pulled the hair from his right side back behind his ear as to maybe catch some of the conversation.

[Seh'nara Celebrindal]

Bill was idling at the bar. It was a slow day, and he was frankly bored. As his blue gaze swept the room, he noticed the elf that came over earlier. Pushing himself off his chair, he poured himself some red wine. After, he walked over to the elf's and planted himself on the chair across the elf. "Hello elf. Mind if I join you? What be your buisness here if you don't mind me asking?"

[Weivóc'Neán]

He had just got done eating and couldn't hear anything from the other conversation, and was just fixing to lay back and think on what to do, when bill came to his table. After hearing what he had to say, he said, "No, I don't mind that much, and I'm here for no particular reason, I just travel from town to town trying to make a living." After he said that, he drank the rest of his wine and sat back just a little and looked up at the ceiling somewhat, while thinking to him self, This is quite a friendly town, but something seems off, I wonder what it is?

[Seh'nara Celebrindal]

Bill looked at the elf. "What do you do? Manual labour? If so, how about a job? I am in need of an errand boy." Bill's serious voice was nothing but buisness, but his eyes told a different stoy. They twinkled jokingly as Bill waited for the elf's response. Oh, yes. He loved the look on people's faces when he pulled this prank on them.

[Weivóc'Neán]

After hearing his questions, he looked down and saw a little bit of a strange look in his eyes, He then replied, "No, sorry, I don't do that type of work often, only when I'm running low and can't find my normal line of work, which is assassination. You wouldn't have any nee for my services or no someone who does, do you?" After asking this, he leaned back forward and looked at him with a very serious look in his, which was half hidden by his hair.

[Kurr]

      His hands acted on their own as they released the mug so she could refill it. As the waitress walked off with the empty mug and coins, Kurr realized what a natural movement that now seemed to be. Now it was like breathing, it was something he just did. He sighed as he noted how predictable his life had come to be. He slept, ate, drank, hunted, and was hunted daily. He looked around the inn and wondered if he would have to be up and off before dawn or if he would have a few days of peace. His thoughts were interrupted by the return of the waitress.

     "Here ya go again, sir." She said as she reached the table and set down the mug again. His hands slowly reached out and pulled the mug in between both hands once more. When the waitress didn't move away from the table immediately he looked up in time to see her look over her shoulder for a moment. He dropped his head back down and released the mug long enough to tug at the edges of his hood as she pulled out a chair and sat down across from him.

     "I be Maggie, sir," she introduced herself, extending a hand.

     Kurr hesitated for a moment before reluctantly releasing the mug once more and shook hands with the waitress. "Names Kurr," he said simply, "nice to meet ya."

     He clasped the mug firmly once more and lifted it to his lips slowly. While watching her over the brim of the mug he took long gulp, feeling the liquid rush down his throat. He let out a small sigh as he set the mug down. It wasn't that he didn't want the company; he just didn't enjoy playing against luck today. He had already had enough pain for one day and was still trying to drown that in drink. But he still tried to be as cheery as possible then cleared his throat. He was about to speak when he lost his nerve and picked up the mug with one hand, taking a large gulp, while tugging at the rim of his hood with the other. Once he returned the mug to the table and the strangling grip of his large hands he cleared his throat once more.

     "How are ya this day?" Kurr asked politely.

[Seh'nara Celebrindal]

Maggie

Maggie smiled at the man - no, Kurr - as she thought of what to say to him. Her life was boringly routine, and she always kept good care of herself, so there weren't much health problems. Her brown tresses swayed prettily as she shook her head. "I'm good, Kurr. So. Care to tell me what's a mysterious man doing in the City of Death?" Folding her hands in front of her, she waited for his response.

[Kurr]

     "I'm good, Kurr. So. Care to tell me what's a mysterious man doing in the City of Death?" She asked, folding her hands in front of her as she waited for his reply.

     To avoid speaking right away he lifted his mug once more, slowly sipping at the dwindling contents while he arranged his thoughts. He wondered why people were so nosy at times. It seemed that his appearance of 'possibly dangerous hooded stranger' had dropped when he gave his name. Now it was like he was just the harmless hooded one named Kurr. He didn't much like the change and he didn't much like her questions, but he answered politely all the say. Courtesy drilled into him by his father from a young age. He lowered the mug once more, the simple movement helped keep him on the ground.

     "Lookin' for a buyer for some pelts and lookin' to spend a few days off the road." He replied simply, still staring down into the remnants of his drink while he spoke. With that he finished off his drink and let out a nearly inaudible sigh as it slid down his throat. Next came a loud growling from his stomach and he eyed the pie hungrily now. He pulled the plate over to him and muttered 'excuse me' quietly before he dug into the food. His last meal had been at midday yesterday and with the pain quickly dulling to a memory he now realized how hungry he was.

[Seh'nara Celebrindal]

Maggie nodded. Before she had settled down - if you could count waitressing in a bar in a city named the City of Death settling down - she was an avid traveller herself. Always she had enjoyed the fresh air, the open fields, but a proper bed was always welcome.

"Aye, I had travelled too, a long time ago. If it weren't for my life, I'd still be out there," she said. Leaning in closer, she whispered in a conspirational tone, "And also them guards would be looking outside, so why not hide inside?" She tapped the side of her nose quietly.

Yes, she thought. Good times, good times. A secret of Maggie's was that she was a thief. A small time one, to be sure, but still one. One night, she had stolen from a particularly rich family, and unfortunately left a ring of hers behind. Since then, she had laid low, kept her nose clean, and generally stayed out of trouble.

Even with her new life, though, she was still afraid that her past would come knocking some day. "Yes," she said out loud. "You have got to hate it when the past catches up with you." Flashing a grin at Kurr, Maggie chanced one mroe question. "Where did you come from, Kurr? Where was your home? Why did you leave?"

[Kurr]

     Kurr was making short work of the piece of pie and licked crumbs off his lips between bites, the action hidden by his hood. He listened as Maggie spoke, glad for the moment that she wasn't asking questions. So she wouldn't wonder if he was paying attention he nodded once or twice. She paused for a moment after a question and he just stuffed another bite of pie in his mouth to avoid speaking the mumbled something through the food in his mouth. He hastily swallowed and choked out an apology before stuffing his mouth once more.

     She didn't seem to not notice as she continued. Kurr coughed uncomfortably as she mentioned the past and he swallowed his food to fast and ended up dissolving into a small coughing fit. Once he composed himself and cleared his throat, he lifted a hand to his eyes to wipe the few tears that had begun to form there. When his hand brushed the scars on his face he stiffened and dropped his hand. He looked up, one eye starting forward blindly as the other swiveled to catch the sights of the room, and scan for trouble. He had heard her question, but the coughing fit had covered for him and he acted as if it hadn't been uttered. 'Where did you come fro, Kurr? Where was your home? Why did you leave?' The questions taunted him and he wondered if they just happened to be the questions to come up or if they were planed. He sat up straighter and looked around before turning back to his plate. It was empty, good.

     With that he stood and set his mug on the plate before lifting both. Drake stood beside him, stretched before letting out a long, yappy yawn and standing at his master's side. Kurr self-consciously tugged at the rim of his hood once more, wanting no chance of his face being seen. Maybe he was just over reacting but it was better to be safe than sorry. He scanned the room with his one good eye once more before turning back toward Maggie.

     "Thank you ma'am, but I must be off to get a room and recover my things from the stables." Kurr said politely.

     With that he strode off toward the bar, his strides even and measures. His insides were doing flips and he wanted nothing more than to run from the inn, get on Titan and ride from this city with dust flying at his heels. But he kept a calm exterior, watching the room without appearing to do so, keeping his breathing even, and steps steady at he headed toward the bar. He reached the bar and set down the plate and mug, letting them make a loud noise to get the man's attention. The bartender had walked over to speak with another customer and Kurr waited patiently, standing by the bar, one arm leaning on the hard wood while his face was turned away. And there he waited for the man to return, scaning the room and ready to act if need be. 

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