Good Day Demise

[Bjorg]

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Looking at Victor, Wrongway asks, "What's eatin him?" "You don't think he's yellow do ya?" "I wouldn't have thought so by the way his eyes gleamed when he held my dagger... and he handled it well, like he knew how to use it."

*stroking his scruffy chin thoughtfully, Wrongway shoves some more pancake in his maw and chases it with some ale*

 

[ViktorRomanov]

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*watches and Speedy retreats from the table and then returns his gaze to Wrongway*

Yellow? hmm....I doubt that. Just not the right kind of work for him. I am guessing you'd have a similar gaze if he asked you to help him clean out the oven.

*chuckles a bit*

Another ale?

 

[Bjorg]

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*tosses down the last of the ale in his mug*

Thought you would never ask! *hands the empty mug to Victor*

*stroking his chin once more*

I don't know... he had a strange look on his face.

*shrughs*

 

[ViktorRomanov]

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The tap never ends my friend,

*fills up Wrongway's mug and hands it back to him*

Hmm....*ponders this for a moment*

Well...we will just have to watch and see. He sure handles a broom well.

 

[LadyCrimson]

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Speedy returns to the tavern area more composed than when he left. Instead of a broom, he has a rag in one hand and a bucket in the other. "Sir, I'm gonna head outside and give th'outside uh th'windows a good scrub down, if'n that's ok?"

 

[ViktorRomanov]

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Speedy that is a mighty big job. Most don't even realize we have windows, that is until someone is thrown through them. You go on ahead and get them nice and clear, I wouldn't be surprised if your arms are bigger than Wrongway's when you get back though.

 

[LadyCrimson]

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Speedy gives a small smile to Vik and then looks at Wrongway "If'n I don't see ya before ya leave, sir, perhaps you'll be back round for dinner."

Speedy heads out, bucket beating against his leg. Outside, he looks around and heads towards the bank. The water there is usually close to the embankment and makes it easy to dip up.

 

[Bjorg]

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*waves good naturedly at Speedy as he leaves*

Well the boy does windows...

... a puzzle that one is...

*scratches his head with a pained look*

And puzzles give me a headache. I don't think I want to think on that anymore...

Was just trying to help the boy out, Vic. Not like I really needed his help... been chasing thieves by myself all my life. Just thought he could use a little gold to live on. And thought it might be fun... might even show him how to use a bow...

Oh well, guess I won't worry about it.

 

[ViktorRomanov]

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Eh, its nice to have company now and then. I remember back when I was young...hmm...did they even have the word companionship back then?

I think we'll be cooking up that prize winner you sent us for dinner. Though hopefully a nearby army stops in for the feast because that is what it'll take to finish her off.

Add in the veggies I have been pealing for the steamer and we'll be rivaling the banquet halls of Trinsinc.

 

[Drugky]

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*A man in well worn clothes walks in. A grey cloak is clasped around his neck. Giving the room a quick look around, he walks up to the bar.*

Good day, sir barkeep, my good man o' chappy fellow. Name's Legfeets, Oremin Legfeets.

*A smile flashes across his face*

Would you be knowing, perhaps, the way from here to a place called...

*He hesitates. Rummaging in his trouser pockets, he pulls out a slip of parchment*

.. The Collective? I seek the Guildmaster of the Seekers of Fortune.

 

[Bjorg]

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*over at the table Wrongway's ears perk up*

*grabbing up his mug of ale, he saunters over to the bar*

Hey Victor! Bring my new friend here a mug of your famous ale!

*slaps the stranger on the back and pulls up a stool next to him*

Howdy friend, my name's Robert, but my friends call me Wrongway.

Did I hear you say you were looking for the Collective and the guildmaster of the Seekers of Fortune?

 

[ViktorRomanov]

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*watches as the new man enters the tavern*

Hail and well met friend, my name is Podolak and it is a pleasure Oremin Legfeets.

*chuckles as Wrongway saunters over*

Aye, you are welcome to a mug of my ale, the first one is always free.

*begins to pour*

Wrongway would be your man for information about the Collective, all I know about it I learned from him. Now that isn't terrible much of course...

 

[Drugky]

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Podolak, eh?

*He rolls the word over his tongue a few times*

A fine name, fine name, me good sir fellow. A fine name indeed.

*His eyes watch the ale being poured out*

That looks to be a mighty fine ale that you be serving here in this here fine place you has got running. I is looking forward to it.

*turns his attention to Wrongway. He notes the way Wrongway is dressed, and looks thoughtful for a brief moment*

Ah, yes, yes, I has heard of your name. Well met, Robert Wrongway. I believes you to be the brother of your Guildmaster, am I be right in saying so?

This be saving me a bit of a trip then. I has been hearing from me associates that the brother of yours be looking to buy iron ingots. A mighty fine price he offers for them ingots too, mighty fine, mighty fine. Kingly sum in fact.

Well, this so happens that me is a purveyer in them wonderful pieces of iron, and I has got a good stock. I wishes to meet him and see if he's be liking to make a purchase?

*He flashes his salesman smile across his face again*

 

[Bjorg]

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*Wrongway looks confused*

Podolak? PODOLAK?! I thought your name was Victor? Was I drinking when we were introduced? *thinks about that for a moment* Yeah, I guess I was...

*turns his attention back to the new visitor*

Drink up, Legfeets Oremin Legfeets!

*takes a slug of his own ale*

Aye, I can give ye directions or even escort you to the Collective. It is my home... well, my brother's home actually... but I live there too. Aye, sir, Bjorg IS my brother, even though he looks old enough to be my father. All that hard work at the forge has aged him before his time...

I'm sure he would be glad to hear you have some iron for him. After we've had an ale or two, perhaps we can ride that direction and go and see him.

OOC: Ok, I'm assuming this tavern is in Britain... so unless anyone objects, I'm going to use Britain for my frame of reference for any traveling.


*takes another drink*

The Collective is about an hours ride north of here through the pass in the northern mountains and past the valley beyond.

So, Legfeets Oremin Legfeets, where ya hail from?

 

[Podolak]

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*Wrongway looks confused*

Podolak? PODOLAK?! I thought your name was Victor? Was I drinking when we were introduced? *thinks about that for a moment* Yeah, I guess I was...

OOC: LOL oh silly me. OK now I have to RP myself out of this one somehow. I try and use Podolak for my "Trading" and "Vik" for my rp'ing.

Man, I gotta stop working so hard at work and focus on my posting.

 

[ViktorRomanov]

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*pats Wrongway on the back*

No no my friend...it isn't you who's judgement was affected. Podolak is a name I used to go by many moons ago in another place that wasn't too dissimilar to this. However, I seemed to have a lapse in judgement and introduced myself improperly.

*looks over to Oremin*

My apologies friend, I go by Vic in these parts. Please, have another ale.

*fills up Oremin's mug*

Thank you much for the compliment.

 

[LadyCrimson]

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A loud thud is heard from the north side of the building followed by a high pitched squeeking noise. As the grime gives way to a circular scrubbing motion, Speedy pokes his head in the now somewhat transluscent circle he washed away. He gives a goofy smile and pulls away... all that is seen is his rag going in circular motions in an attempt to wash away the dirt and dust.

 

[Bjorg]

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*smiles broadly and taking another drink*

Then I must have another drink... seems there isn't anything wrong with my memory. I must not be drinking enough! *laughs loudly*

*lifts mug in a toast*

To Friends! To Food! and To Ale flowing freely!!!

Here's looking at you, Vic!

*takes a heavy drink*

I like Vic better than Podorwhatever... can't say Poduwhak when you're drunk anyway!

 

[Drugky]

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Vic, eh? A fine name, fine name, just as well, me good chappy fellow. I shall forget you ever mentioned the name Pod.. that other name what I cannot be remembering what it was now.

*He taps his nose knowingly*

I know how it is. A name comes with it much history, and one might be inclined to put said history away till such time as needs be it comes out again.

*Nodding at Vic, he takes the mug of ale and turns to Wrongway*

Now, let us be getting on with this ale business eh? To Friends, Food and Shiny Gold Pieces!

*Oremin takes a long gulp of the ale and puts the mug on the bar top*

I hails from Yew originally, but I has been on the road so much ever since that time when I finds out how big the world really is that I now calls the whole of Britannia my home.

There be many a fine thing to be shared amongst the peoples of this world, and I be thinking, someone's got to do the bringing around of said things, eh? So, with a couple of them packy horses and a bunch of apples, I sees it as my duty to be bringing such goods as be needed to all corners of this world.

O' course, this comes with it much upkeep, but I finds that folks I meets are happy to see me and tends to give me gold in exchange for me bringing them things.

*He turns towards the window upon hearing the thud and stares for a while at the window being cleaned. A smile dawns on his face and he rummages from within his pack to produce a bottle of green gurgling liquid.*

Speaking of which, Vic, I sees that you has got the grimey window trouble typical of these parts. Well! This here be a bottle of the finest window cleaning potion I has ever set me eyes across!

*Oremin begings to talk excitedly*

Guaranteed ter clean up any grime, dirt, soot, tar and or bird droppings inflicted upon your windows, this stuff be made from genuine Solen Warrior Sacs and other genuine Solen bits! Up to 23 windows cleaned per teaspoon per glass of water!

I sells this for one thousand gold pieces, but, seeing how I likes what you have set up here, I shall sells it to you at a special discount of 20 gold pieces! How many bottles of this would you like?

*Oremin looks expectantly at the bar owner*

 

[Bjorg]

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*hearing the contents of the cleaning potion Wrongway chokes on the ale he is drinking* *coughs, and sputters, and pounds on his chest*

That's a bargain Vic!