Brok's Rest.(Nyermersis)

[Kurr]

     Blast, Kurr thought, what have I gotten myself into this time. Why was she asking him to lead the way when that bartender could help? Then he could be to good citizen and point them in the right direction before heading up to his room with a couple of ales. Suddenly he wished both of his eyes had been taken and he could see nothing. If he has seen nothing then he would not feel obligated to help. But now? He grumbled and curses under his breath for a few moments, debating what to do.

     Finally he gave a small grunt that indicated reluctant acceptance of what life was throwing his way. He indicated the door with his head a moment before he turned, striding in that direction while he fixed the position of his weapons since they had shifted during his fall. With a slight groan he pushed the door open, rubbing his slightly soar shoulder. Kurr didn't bother looking back, deciding that if she came, she came, and if not, it wasn't his problem. Without stopping, he walked toward where he had stopped before, watching as the man turned the corner. He lifted an arm and pointed, unsure exactly what street he was on and which street that was, but she should know once she showed her.

     With a sigh he let his gaze drift to the castle in the distance and the higher class part of town beneath it. So maybe home wasn't the safest place.

[Jo]

Although she'd been here for a few days, Joey wasn't sure she liked it. She sniffed slightly as she entered the common room again. Her room was clean and cozy; serving her well for the first few days of her stay, but the big room with mingling patrons grated on her nerves. It was too open. So bright and.. exposed. She pulled irritatedly at a rattail braid as she held her thick cloak firmly in her other hand. Gazing around at the patrons and the open spaces in the room, she shrugged small shoulders. It wasn't going to change as she watched it, she might as well quit brooding.

Making her way to a table against the wall, the young Kar-ii sat. Her midsection shown from her short shirt despite the melting snow on the ground outside. Coming from much colder weather it barely phased her to wear the cut off and revealing clothing she now wore--almost in any weather conditions. A moonblade hung visibly at each of her sides, usually covered by her cloak but now exposed for all to see. Amber eyes glared at any being they came into contact with, scrutinizing and skeptical. Even looking at the lamps lit along the walls, at the table as she sat down, the girl studied each with growing disdain. I have no reason to complain. She thought as she curled her legs beneath her on the chair.

The only person to blame for her lack of activity in the city so far was herself. She hadn't picked the sort of inn or tavern she would normally have stayed in. In fact, she knew nothing about Nyermersys. It was uncomfortable enough to come into a city she knew nothing about, without a regular tavern or client el to serve. Now, though, she found herself in this hardly crowded, immaculate tavern and no idea what to do with herself. Her purse was happily full, but what was the point of coin if she had nothing to do? Mopey now, the young assassin put her tiny, rough hands under her chin and said, honey eyes in slits gazing about the room.

[Capher]

Two men stumbled into the inn: one was stocky, with short black hair and a day's stubble of a beard on his face. He had large brown eyes which the whites of them were quite blood shot. He was of what you would call normal height for a Calatherian. His companion was ruddy faced, with freckles and had bright red hair that was single braided and hung down his back, the tip barely touching the middle of his shoulder blades.  They both wore dark pants with rusty colored tunics over which they threw dusky brown cloaks.

They stumbled up, arm in arm, supporting each other up to the bar and pounded on it demanding dwarven ale.

Bill had seen these two before and they were always drunk but he did not care for they always seemed to have coin, and a lot of it.  He quickly drew a couple of tankards of the dwarven ale and placed them in front of the two men.  The red haired one casually threw a silver coin on the counter, as if silver pieces were as normal as a copper san.

"Keep them filled, will ya matey." He said in a nasly voice.

Bill snatched the coin off the counter. "Yes, I will. Is there anything else I can get you? Perhaps some food?"

The stocky one took one long draught of his ale, wiped his mouth, "Beef! Medium rare," he answered with a deep bass voice.

Bill nodded, went to the kitchen door and shouted inside, "Beef, medium rare, large."

The two men drank their ale and the red haired one kept on sweeping his eyes over the room as if he were looking for someone or making sure no one was paying any particular attention to him and his companion.

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Charon, a dark haired, buxom older lady with too much caked on makeup saw the girl enter and sit down. Charon sauntered over to her table. She thought the girl was way to young to be on her own, much less in this place until she saw the weapons on the girls hips and how the girl seemed almost brazen in the way she showed them off.  Charon clucked and shook her head. She had seen many a man die because of such brazen behavior and some other man just had to prove he was better and before you could say "Brok's Nest" there was fight.

Bill would just let it happen, unless of course the fight involved more than just the two, then he and his staff of bouncers would step in with heavy staffs and throw them all out in the street; there Bill could care less what they did then. It was not his problem.  Nyermersys's guard patrols would soon take care of them.

Charon sauntered over to the girls table. "What you want sweetie?" she asked.

As she waited for the girls reply she noticed the two men come stumbling in. She knew them as well, especially her bum as the stocky one had a penchant for pinching it: but he paid good tips and the few times she allowed him to bed her, he was quite vigorous.

[Jo]

Joey calmly surveyed her surroundings. She had a right mind to stride up to the bar and order something for herself, but instead stayed seated as she watched two stumbling drunkards make their way to the bar. She giggled despite herself as they ordered ale and meat—how very manly. They seemed rather purposeful in their drinking. Either they’d many sorrows to drown or were extremely intent on forgetting their night altogether. Shaking her head slightly as she tugged on a blond braid, the young Kar-ii’s attention was turned to the woman standing before her.

Copper eyes narrowed as the term “sweetie” was directed towards her, but Jo only smiled a broad, white-toothed smile and said, ”Water will be fine.” Her youth was apparent in her voice, higher pitched than the other woman’s and definitely moreso than the men bellowing about the bar area. Her left hand played with the hilt of her moonblade while her right lifted a sleeveless arm to point towards the men.

”Say, “ She began curiously. ”They regulars of yours? If ya want me to get ‘em off your hands I’ll easily do so.” As usual the girl’s arrogant air was queer in comparison to her stature and gender. Many were usually confused or taken aback by her demeanor, but most thought the teen was only joking when she spoke of such things. She knew she could disperse these gentleman with a flick of her blade; perhaps even a good kick to the back of the head. Actually, she was eager to speak to them, and twitched at the thought of meandering over to join in the fun. Instead, she leaned comfortably back in her chair and awaited the woman’s answer.

[Capher]

Charon sighed, she should have known that the girl would only order water. She probably cannot afford anything, poor girl, she thought.

Then the girl, playing with her weapons took Charon by surprise when she asked, "They regulars of yours? If ya want me to get ‘em off your hands I’ll easily do so.”

Charon tilted her head back and stared at they young girl and smirked. "Honey, you may scare some with that attitude of yours and your brazen showing of those weapons on your hips but you do not want to mess with Link, he is the red haired man, and especially not with Warren; I have seen him cut down half a dozen men in just a few blinks of time. My advice is to just sit there and I will bring your water."

She turned to walk away but turned back, leaned closer to the girl, "I like you and I would not want to have to see your blood spilt on this floor." 

she turned and left as she passed the two men, the one called Warren pinched her bum. "Shay Charon. How about a kiss?"

Charon slapped the guy's hand away from her bum, smiled at him. "What ye give me?" She asked.

"I give you a quick boot in your bum. Now give me a kiss girl," Warren answered.

Charon paused, then gave quick laugh and kissed Warren.  She turned to Bill, "I need a tankard of cold water," she ordered.

Link turned and gave the young girl a steady gaze. He licked his lips slowly. She was pretty, her clothing showed off nice curves but what were those things by her hips, weapons?, he thought.

He grabbed Charon's arm. "Say Charon who is the girl?" he asked.

Charon shook his arm off of hers. She did not like Link. She had heard many things about him from the other more younger waitresses of other places and even the more younger whores on the street. He liked his girls young and he was a mean bastard if he did not get what he wanted.

"I do not know Link. She just came in here a bit before you and Warren showed up," She answered fearfully, not for herself but for the girl. How she wished that girl had not been in here when these two showed up, but now it was too late. She saw the look in Link's eyes.  She recalled what the girl had asked her and in her heart she hoped that the girl could really use those weapons she so brazenly displays. She is going to need them. "Link please leave her alone," Charon pleaded once more.

"Woman, you do not tell me what I will do!" Link growled.

"Shay Link, Charon's a good girl. I sure think she did not mean anything by it, did you Charon?" Warren asked.

Charon gave the girl a glance and then looked at Link. "No, I did not mean anything. Besides I do not know the girl you do what you want with her. However I will tell you this, before I came over here she asked if she could take care of you two if you were trouble," Charon added.

Link turned completely around on his stool and leaned back against the bar. "Really? She said that?" he asked.

"Yes, she did and she has some wicked looking weapons on her hips," Charon answered.

"What kind of weapons?" Link asked.

"I do not know. I have never seen anything like them before," Charon answered.

Bill gave Charon the tankard of water. "Link, I do not mind you fighting men, one on one, but a girl! I will not allow that in my place!"

Link glanced back at Bill. "Who said I was going to fight that pretty young thing? I am just going to go over and have a little chat with her, that's all."

"As long as that is all it is Link. If you draw a weapon I will send my boys after you and throw you both out on the street and then I could care less what happens," Bill replied, though he too feared for the young girl.  One of his waitresses had already been kidnapped, mistakenly taken because she looked liked Maggie and Maggie and this stranger, Kurr, went to go look for Andi. Bill hoped they find her soon. If this girl gets hurt or even killed in his place he had no idea what the authorities would do, probably shut him down. But outside he had no control over what happened, but still, he did not want anything to happen to the young girl even though he never saw her before. She should have known better than to come here. There were much better places to stay and eat.

He sighed.

Link took the tankard of water from Charon. "I will deliver this to her Charon."

Link walked over to the table where the girl sat and as he got closer his eyes eyed the weapons she was carrying, but they focused more on her bare flat stomache, and the hips that the strange weapons were attached to. He pulled out a chair, sat down and placed the tankard of water on the table.

He gave the young girl a nice wide smile. His teeth, though a bit yellowed, were straight and all there. "Hi there, my name is Link. Charon over there was kind enough to let me give you this. Hope you don't mind? You sure are pretty. What's your name, sweet thing?" He asked, his gaze leering over her body.

[Jo]

Blood? Jo grinned a little and nearly scoffed at the woman. She didn’t care how many drunken men had been cut down, she had nothing to fear here. It was nice of this waitress to take so kindly to her, though. Link and Warren… Her eyes roamed over the men. If they’d have been sober she might have approached them; they looked to know the city. They probably had information she’d need regarding just about anything. Scrunching her nose a little, she thought they were a little too old for her taste, anyway. Flicking blond hair from her face, the girl watched the waitress turn away.

The interaction as she passed the two men did not faze the young assassin. She sat idly watching, until she was mentioned. It was unavoidable, her ears pricked up and tuned into the conversation. That woman, and even the bartender were awfully protective towards someone they’d never met. Copper orbs stared intently at them. Although she wasn’t worried, she was extremely curious. Her fit twisted and twitched in her soft shoes, wanting to stride across the room and suggest they speak with her face to face if they were interested.

To her utter delight, the red haired man named Link approached with her water. Eyes widening a little with a friendly expression, the Kasumarii’s pink lips stretched into a thin smile.  He sat at her table and dropped the water. Deftly the girl’s hand rose to seize the tankard and take a long gulp. Thirst wetted, she looked confidently into the eyes of the stranger. She was not self conscious; Joey did not glance once at her own figure. She knew what she looked like and recognized the wandering eyes of the man.

A flush did not creep onto her cheeks either; the confident young woman did not flinch at the compliments. ”Link.” She smiled, her voice smooth, ”I’m Jo, good to meet ya.” She held the tankard up in greeting before taking another gulp. The water hit the spot. Sure, it wasn’t strong, but it was what her body needed. Leaning back in her chair, the front legs lifting off the ground, her voice took on a light, mocking tone as she looked coolly at the man, ”Thanks for the water. Say, d’ya ask to serve other patrons here often?”

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