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| A Dingy Tavern Trip Holds Results | |
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| Topic Started: Mon Sep 12, 2011 3:12 am (309 Views) | |
| Telo Acosto | Mon Sep 12, 2011 3:12 am Post #1 |
 
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It was dark in the Tavern, safe and quiet, but dark. At this time of night there weren't many customers and there was little reason for anyone to be really worried about being attacked in this tavern for there were kind looking, but large end deterring, bouncers to prevent any issues that may arise. However, there was one man in this tavern at the moment, large tankards that had held ale piled on the opposite side of the table from him and one of similar style but filled and being gulped held in his large fist. This man was obviously depressed, he had large amounts of burns all over him that seemed as if he had been hit by lightning and bandages still donned his body as he winced with every move, no matter the fact that he had drunk large quantities of ale which should have dulled the pain. The fact he still felt some was enough to attest to the severity of the burns. Where did he get them? No one knew, though rumors had it he had sustained them in a battle against a Swordmaster, but if the Swordmaster had been just a normal Swordmaster he wouldn't have caused such things. But that was a secret...for now. |
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| Shan Orison | Mon Sep 12, 2011 3:41 am Post #2 |
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The door the the nearly empty tavern opened without much fanfare. A young man in mudspeck boots, worn and travel weary clothes, and a leather case across his back. He wandered through the dim lighting to the bar. "Cleaned out the spigots yet, Vick, or should I try again next year?" he called out to the barkeep. "Shan, you little bastard, I see you're back in Cascadia. You didn't empty your guts this time on the way up, did you?" the barkeep said with a grin that betrayed his true feelings, and a tankard of ale was placed before the newcomer. "What are you doing here anyway? I figured you'd be up at the Broken Strings now." "Yeah well, I was starting to get popular down there, so I'm laying low for a bit. Wanted to check out the library here some more, and I like a place with heavy security." Shan slugged down a swallow of ale. "By the way, do you have my spare clothes here still? I really need to look more reputable than I do." "Sure do, and I trust you'll be paying with actual money this time for a room?" "What? You know you make more than an enough when I'm here for a room and a few drinks. You probably own me money. Athough I hope you'll let me stay here tonight on an IOU. I just got up here and it's kinda late for panhandling." "Yeah, we've only got one guy here right now. Been drinking up a storm, but he's been quiet and paying as he goes so I say nothing. Let me get those clothes for you." The barkeep disappeared in the back, and Shan looked around the tavern and, for the first time, noticed a large - make that very large - man surround by a platoon of defeated tankards. From what Shan could see in the lighting, he had long dark hair, a scarred face, and a look of utter dejection. Probably best to leave him to his booze... his second thoughts said. A guy like that is on a mission to drink himself into submission, and probably would hate being interrupted. Shan was more than ready to agree, and that's when he noticed the burns. They were bandaged, but the lightness of the bindings and the care the man moved with told Shan exactly what was under the wrappings, and how recent they probably were. It was going to be stupid and against his usual judgement, but Markus and Seth the bouncers knew him and would happily eject a violent drunk if it came to that. "Um, sir?" Shan said, approaching the lone drinker's table. "You probably shouldn't be drinking like that with those wounds. I mean, drinking can dehydrate you and loss of skin means you won't retain moisture as well anyway, and you probably should get some water to drink. Um, not that it's any of my business or anything. Just thought I'd help a little." Edited by Shan Orison, Sun Sep 25, 2011 7:19 am.
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| Telo Acosto | Tue Sep 13, 2011 1:02 am Post #3 |
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Telo hadn't even realized that he was no longer alone in the tavern, nor that there had been people speaking, and quite honestly he probably would have simply gone on drinking if he had simply been left alone. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately rather, that was not the case. No, for as he was lifting his tankard so as to drain it and add another to the victims of his unquenchable thirst, for a way to drown his pain and hurt, and to simply drink himself into a stupor, he found himself addressed by a young man. This young man was one whom he had never met before and who he would never had spoken to previous to being humiliated and defeated by the pirate prince. But, the young man seemed simply to have his best wishes in mind -- with the seeming sincere tone in his voice as he advised Telo not to drink like he was with the wounds he had suffered, what other conclusions could be drawn?-- and so Telo lowered his tankard and pushed it away from him, wincing as he stretched out the muscles in his arm and breathing somewhat ragged as he thought of how to respond to the auburn topped human who stood beside him. Why...why does he speak to me? I must look a gruesome sight with these bandages and injuries, with the scars that already exist and...I don't know...I'm drunk, aren't I? Probably...how to respond? He seems nice enough...whatever... Telo's thoughts were barely coherent, they had no set line in which to travel and he didn't even realize it enough to care. He was normally polite though he did have, or rather had had, some prejudices against those beneath him but he really could care less at this moment. So, what did Telo decide on eventually? Well, merely to speak to the young man, attempting to retain his appearance as a large man who would not suffer one to pity him, but unfortunately as he spoke his ideas held no water, for in his voice which he attempted to hold steady the hurt of his pride, the sorrow brought on by his humiliation, the sheer fear he brought upon himself whenever he thought of how he would return to his former glory leaked out. "Wha- hiccup- What do you wa- hiccup- nt?" |
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| Shan Orison | Tue Sep 13, 2011 1:40 am Post #4 |
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"Nothing, nothing really," Shan said, backpedaling slightly to avoid losing ground completely. "Forgive me, I was raised by an incorrigible busybody, and, well, you probably should take a break from drinking for a bit. You're soused up enough that a half hour or so won't effect your intoxication much. Hang on." Shan snuck around to the back of the bar, grabbing a clean tankard and filling it with water from the sink. Vick didn't mind him doing so - Shan had done it often enough working here - but all the gods help him if he took a drop of ale without asking. The man watched his stock like an eagle. He brought the tankard back to the man and placed it in from of him. "You don't need to drink it, but you'll feel better if you do." Alright, you've helped the scary bear man out, now get your other clothes, head upstairs and- What, no! Shan's curiosity shouted out, drowning his natural caution. Look at him! Look at his burns, the scars that show he's gone against worst, but this most recent injury has brought him low! You need to know what happened! I just feel that the man shouldn't be drinking like this, Shan's common sense said. And that causes you to bother the drunk man with arms as big as your torso? his caution said. They are not. And, no, that would be compassion over there. What? He needs help. Sorry for caring! It's only my raison d'etre, you heartless gits. Alright, fine, but the moment he rips your arms out of their sockets, leave, his second thoughts said, nursing a personal migraine. "Have you, um, have you had anyone check those burns, by the way? A healer should be able to fix you right up. If you're against healing magic, though, I know a few good herbalists in the city you can see for some salves. Um, I'm Shan, by the way. I guess I should introduce myself since I'm getting into your business like this. If you want to talk in lieu of drinking, I'm a good listener." |
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| Telo Acosto | Tue Sep 13, 2011 3:11 am Post #5 |
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Telo was flabbergasted, or he would have been had he not been so drunk. He had no idea how to react to this man, his thoughts were clouded by the drink and the fact that he was already unstable didn't help. But it wasn't going to last long. Suddenly the man left and then returned with a mug of something, taking it from his hands Telo found it to be water and he gulped it down greedily, it tasted much better than the Ale he had been drinking until now. Draining the tankard he listened as the men asked if he had seen a healer and then suggested he see one if he hadn't and even proposed herbalists if he was against healing magic. He knew he would have to be healed eventually and his wounds still raw and damaged wouldn't heal if he kept the way he was. So he decided he would take the offer of the kind man and put his trust since he had no one else to trust. "I...have seen no healer, I received my wounds and simply had myself bandaged and had some slaves rubbed on me. I was unconscious of course but I have made myself clear that I would suffer no one to touch my injuries...stupid me, eh? Well...no matter, if you know of a healer that will admit me even though I am the bane of all healers then I will follow your lead...thank you though, I don't feel like talking at the moment." There was real gratitude in Telo's voice, though it was peculiar seeing as how he normally wasn't one to express such things, but regardless he knew a good person when he saw them and he couldn't exactly put up a good argument as drunk as he was. |
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| Shan Orison | Tue Sep 13, 2011 4:02 am Post #6 |
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"Bane of healers?" Shan asked, raising an eyebrow. "Well, I know a few that'll see you at this hour without many questions, assuming you are going to allow them to work on you. And have some money." Shan turned at the sound of footsteps. Vick had returned holding a canvas bag. He placed it on the bar and nodded to Shan. "Got your things," he said simply, turning to tidying behind the bar. "Thanks a lot. Do you think you could take it up to my room for me? This fellow needs a healer, so we're heading out. I'll be back in a bit." "Money?" Vick asked, not bothering to look up. "Vick, first, you know I'm good for it. This is one of my few real havens in Cascadia, and I'm not going to endanger it by stiffing you. Second, I am sure you owe me money, if anything. Seriously, check the math." Vick finally looked up, giving a long glance to the man in the corner and then directly at Shan. "You going to be okay?" He asked. Vick was, in truth, one of the few people who knew about Shan's tenancy to land in trouble, and the sorts of trouble that entailed. Most of the other people who didn't think the tales were fiction where those who'd either joined or caused Shan's woes. It was a quiet question ensuring Shan was going of his own free will, and to reassure him that Markus and Seth were just a shout away from pounding another drunk in the dust. "Considering the state of his bandages alone, he should have seen a healer days ago," Shan said. "He's drunk more than he should, though. I'm just going to make sure he gets there okay." "Healers won't accept IOUs," the bartender said, wiping down the counter absentmindedly. "Don't worry, I'll watch your stuff for you. Get along now. Skinny git like you lowers the class of my establishment." "I didn't know class could be measured in negative numbers," Shan smiled. He turned to the drunken bear man. "So! Feel steady enough to stand on your own, at least? I'll help the best I can, but I wouldn't be surprised if your neck outranked my entire body's muscular structure, so I'm hoping I don't." |
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| Telo Acosto | Wed Sep 14, 2011 12:08 am Post #7 |
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Telo shook his head, not trusting himself to speak any longer as he placed a large ham sized hand upon the little mans shoulder. He wasn't putting any weight on it and was more so simply using it to keep himself steady as he wasn't sure he could walk all the way to wherever he needed to go. Telo of course was in no shape to be plowing through the streets to go anywhere, and so he let the younger man lead the way, going through the main streets for most of the way but suddenly, without warning in Telo's mind, they turned and started heading down an alley. Now, if Telo had not been so drunk and not in the state he was in he probably would not have been accosted by the men who suddenly rose up from the shadows, if he had been injured he may have stayed out of the alley altogether but maybe not. But this was not the case, for as Telo was lead by the one who called himself Shan a group of Cutthroats suddenly materialized in front of and behind the large man and his smaller guide. Telo was taller than all of them by far, heck Shan was taller than all but the one who appeared to be the leader, and under normal circumstances Telo could have taken them all with ease and been on his merry way. But of course, he wasn't in very good condition and so was suddenly wondering how he should react while trying to keep his thoughts straight as the man spoke and gave them an ultimatum. "Give us all your valuables and we'll let you be, if you don't however then we'll end you and the big guy over there." This was obviously directed towards Shan as Telo was seemingly in a state where he wasn't comprehending much of anything at the moment. |
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| Shan Orison | Wed Sep 14, 2011 2:01 am Post #8 |
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Shan was only a bit shocked to see the man was as tall as he was huge. Shan was himself a tall man. Most people didn't realize it because of a habit of cowering and receding into the horizon, but Shan was far more used to looking down on people than looking up, at least from a physical standpoint. So encountering a man whose chest was eye level with Shan was a bit of a new experience. The bear man used Shan to steady himself, but thankfully didn't place his full weight on him. Shan guided the man through the door of the tavern and into the darkened streets of Cascadia. There was still the sounds of commerce and music slipping through the streets, but the nights of Cascadia were quiet and serene, especially compared to the eternal night and eternal activity of Balefire. They made their way through the streets unmolested as Shan mused. The man was obviously no stranger to fighting. His bulk alone spoke of a man who had muscles not because he wanted to look good but because he used them. His scars said he wasn't a stranger to fighting or pain, either. So what brought about this bout of drinking and improper wound care? Shan couldn't say it was out of character or not, but it was rather stupid. What made the man think that dying of infection was somehow more masculine than getting healed? Can't you tell a man who's struggling with a horrific defeat? The poor bastard is still reeling. Probably hasn't lost a fight before in his life, said Shan's machismo. Machismo! Haven't heard from you in awhile. Cuff you, second thoughts. My advice: take him to see Zena. That'll solve your money issue, too. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a poker game with Aggression and Shadow. Hmm, Shan's inner bard said, making notes on a potential new ballad. However, that wasn't a bad idea, all things considered. She was a healer open at this time of night, there was little chance the man was going to refuse to be seen by her, unless he was an out and out woman hater, and if he didn't have any cash, well, Zena did offer alternate payment plans. The added bonus of her discretion was a plus, as well. It had been a while since Shan had seen her last, but it was unlikely she'd forgotten him completely. However, to get to her clinic, they needed to make a sharp left.... Shan chose to cut down an alleyway as a faster alternative to going along the main roads. After all, Cascadia was a fairly safe city. A well organized City Watch saw to that. "Give us all your valuables and we'll let you be, if you don't however then we'll end you and the big guy over there." Of course, they couldn't be everywhere at once. Shan looked around. There was quite of group of them working together. None of them by themselves were probably very dangerous, but that was why hyenas banded together. He suddenly realized how tempting they were. A large warrior, out of the fight from drink and pain, and his unarmed friend, too busy supporting the former to strike out. Normally, Shan would be able to handle the group easily, mostly by ducking between the men there and there and letting it out into the main streets. However, he had the bear man to deal with, and none of his usual strategies would work with a companion. Well, one could, but again, he was busy supporting someone. Shan made a show of searching his pockets. "I'm sorry, we don't 'ave anything," Shan said in a constructed accent and pleading tone. "Me an' me mate are poor. We lost everythin' gamblin'. We don't even 'ave enough to get supper." "What about that case on your back?" the one who was the leader, or at least the mouthpiece said. "Hand it over, and we'll probably let you go." Shan thought about it. It might be for the best to at least acquiesce his item. Two things stopped him, however. First, he hated buying new cases. It was always a pain. Second, he was against handing away his most precious possession on principle. The cuttroats where closing in, however, and very few other options were presenting themselves. He might have to surrender to get them both out of this mess. The larger question, though, was would that satisfy them? Shan feared it wouldn't. |
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| Telo Acosto | Wed Sep 14, 2011 3:14 am Post #9 |
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Shan of course wouldn't have thought that the very man he thought weakened and needing his protection would actually come to their rescue somewhat. Neither did any of the cutthroats, especially the one who took a ham sized fist to the gut and was slammed into the wall of a building with a sickening crunch. He wasn't dead per-say, but he wouldn't be getting up anytime soon. Of course, Telo himself was a little out of it too after having stumbled forwards and though he had cleared the way, as there were only three enemies and the other two had come from the side that wasn't cleared, they weren't out of harms way quite yet. But Telo ever the reactor to battles grabbed Shan by the scruff of the neck as he steadied himself and pulled his guide out of his way, placing the shorter man behind him as he drew forth his sword. Or rather, what was left of his sword. It seems that Telo had forgotten that his sword had been shattered mere nights before, and in his great humiliation and drunkenness he had not yet gone to purchase another one, something that now made him appear as a fool. However, the hilt of his previous sword still had a jagged edge of shattered metal attached to it and so it would make a suitable weapon, albeit he would have to get in close which would be very annoying, so he decided to try and get his guide out of harms way waving the makeshift weapon back and forth so as to try and keep the enemy at bay as he said a single word to his companion. "Run!" And than he charged forwards, catching the enemy off guard as he shoved the sharded hilt into the one man's chest and received a large gash across his forearm for his troubles. And that was when he received the blow to the head, a heavy blow dealt by a large cudgel that wouldn't have done much had Telo not been in his current state. But with that blow he teetered forwards, falling and crashing ontop of the man he had just killed, leaving Shan to deal with the final enemy alone. |
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| Shan Orison | Wed Sep 14, 2011 4:25 am Post #10 |
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Shan was a bit surprised the man was still coherent enough to fight, but he'd seen people even drunker move at surprising speed. Sadly, the man seemed to have only part of a sword. He still used it to good effect, but the last thief landed a blow to the back of the man's head, dropping the man like a boulder. Disregarding the bear man's advice, he hadn't run. He did hide happily behind the man while he fought, but now the only thing between himself and an angry man with a cudgel was a few hundred pounds of out of commission drunkard. Shan smiled nervously and held up his hands. "Alright, alright, you want what's in my case? Alright. I'll give it to you. Just don't kill me," Shan said, cowering and backing up. The man smiled as he stepped over Shan's last line of defense, cudgle raised high. "Hang on, let me get it off my back...please..." Shan said, reaching his hands behind his back to seemingly fuss with the straps. "Don't hurt me, just hang on." Concentrating and retreating in a circle, he focused on the weight and feel of wood, the texture of strings, and within his hands the image spawned a reality. Still fearful, still shaking, he watched the man get between himself and the opposite wall. "Alright...here you are..." Shan said, whipping his violin to his chin and quickly played a quick rondo, activating the Blasting enchantment it held. A cone of pure sonic force shot forward, knocking the thief into the wall. Stunned, but still not out, he struggled to his feet, knocking his hand against a nonfunctioning ear. He was greeting with a violin heading at high velocity to his face. "Sorry, I guess you didn't want it?" Shan asked. "Oh, wait." He ran over to the bear man, gently slapping his face. "C'mon, I can't pull you along, and I really don't want to be around when the survivors get up." Shan hummed, placing a hand on the man's head and sending a small surge of healing energy. "I am very serious, Bear man. Please regain consciousness. I hate the idea of leaving you here." Edited by Shan Orison, Wed Sep 14, 2011 5:16 am.
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| Telo Acosto | Wed Sep 14, 2011 11:15 pm Post #11 |
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He was standing on the open plains, before him unfolded rolling hills and trees interspersed here and there. Beneath him trotted a stunning white horse and upon his back, crossing diagonally over his shoulder, was a greatsword of the greatest quality. Where was he? He did not know, who was he? He barely realized that, what was he doing? He was completely without a clue, and so he simply allowed the horse to trot forwards across the plains. And then he was violently brought back to reality and consciousness. Bolting right up out of his sleep, tearing his head away from the hand that had been touching it as he let out a hiss of pain. A few moments was all it took for him to remember where he was and what had happened, and then after looking around he realized that he hadn't much moved from where he had felt a sudden pain in the back of his head after killing one of his attackers. And then the drunkardness and all his wounds began to assault him all at once and forced him to tip over onto his side and spew out large quantities of cheap ale and what little he had had to eat. A few moments later and he wiped his mouth on his sleeve and began to rise, not having noticed anything anyone had said up until that point. |
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| Shan Orison | Thu Sep 15, 2011 12:08 am Post #12 |
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The man finally started to come around. It seemed Shan's panicked slapping was a bit harder than he meant, because he awoke with a hiss. "Sorry, sorry," he said, the man apparently too soused from pain and alcohol to listen properly. This didn't stop Shan from nervous prattling. "Oh, good, you're alright," Shan said. "Well, not alright. I mean, you're still burned and might have a concussion on top of that so not okay per say. How are you feeling..." The man turned to the side and got rid of the beer via the route it arrived. Shan froze as the cascade flowed over his lap. "You are hopefully feeling better now. I am glad I bought new clothes, though now I need new old clothes, too, if that makes any sense." The man moved to his feet, still looking groggy. "So...glad you're fine," Shan said, moving to his feet and ignoring the wetness on his pants and shirt. "You're...probably going to need a meal too, eh? Didn't you know you're supposed to eat while you drink? Are you...feeling up to getting out of this alley? The would be thieves that you knocked out are going to come around again and Oh my gods, I didn't notice that." Shan said, noticing the man's arm. "Hang on," He placed a hand on the gash, humming quietly. The wound began to clot. Too large to heal completely, Shan at least managed to stop the gushing. He gave a nervous grin. "Small healing spell. Not that great. So, should we be going?" |
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| Telo Acosto | Thu Sep 15, 2011 12:15 am Post #13 |
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Telo turned and gazed at the younger man, raising an eyebrow as he shook his head to clear it before speaking. "Gah, I hate doing that...actually I've never done it before but I hate it already, hrm...well, you were taking me to a healer, weren't you?" Telo's sudden change in demeanor probably had something to do with the fact that he had consumed a few casks of ale earlier and just now got rid of it. However, it was quite impossible to actually grasp why he was suddenly acting the way he was and so he simply just did as he did for no apparent reason. So, with a simple gesture Telo signaled for his guide to continue guiding him and waited for their traveling to continue, no longer needing to be steadied after having gotten rid of all that had corrupted him. Of course, in the future he would find that he would be incapable of drinking cheap ale in any quantity but for now he would simply go where the younger man lead and get himself fixed up. |
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| Shan Orison | Thu Sep 15, 2011 12:59 am Post #14 |
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Shan took the man's weight on again, leading him away from the going to be angry muggers. "That's right, Mr. Bear Man. We're taking you to a healer. Sorry about that um...adventure. I changed my mind about where to take you at the last second. Don't worry, you'll be right as rain soon. Just stay with me and don't pass out. I cannot help you much if you pass out." Slow as there progress was, they finally managed to turn down a dead end alley leading to a discrete door. "Here we are," Shan said in relief, and rang the bell beside the door. "Don't let her rattle you, by the way. She's a fantastic healer. Truly. And don't worry if you don't have any money. I can, um, cover the costs for you. Just relax and not be a bane." The sounds of a lock turning precluded the opening of door, revealing Healer Zena. She was a woman who had flowing brown hair, delicate freckles on a pale face and large....amounts of healing skills. Yes. No mention of how the supposedly modest robe she wore only accentuated this. "Shan!" she said with a smile that dazzled despite the closed mouth. "You look a fright! What sort of brawl have you been getting into this time?" "Hey, Zena. I'm fine actually. It's my friend here. He's got some burns and a laceration on his arm and, well, you might want to check for a concussion, too." "All that? Your friend has been really enjoying the Cascadia night life, eh?" She smirked with a cock of her hips. "Wild men are always welcome, but you best look for safer entertainment next time you feel the need to party. I can recommend a few places." She winked and turned to Shan. "And I can at least offer a change of clothes and a bath for such a loyal customer. Will you be paying in the usual manner?" "Um, assuming my friend drank away his, yes. But first could you perhaps-" "Of course! Come on in! You're more than welcomed into my parlor," she said, opening the door wide and sashaying inside. "I swear she's a healer," Shan said. "But, um, I thought she'd be able to well, cheer you up a bit. Come on." |
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| Telo Acosto | Thu Sep 15, 2011 2:58 am Post #15 |
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Telo stumbled forwards but steadied himself on the doorframe, following Shan and the healer inside but stopping and leaning against a wall. His back had received minimal injuries from his combat and so this was probably the best way for him to avoid injuring himself while being comfortable. It took him a few seconds however to realize all the words that had been said in the conversation and so he spoke up so as to rectify a few things. "Actually, I shall be paying in gold as, though I was stupid enough to get drunk without seeing a healer, I wasn't stupid enough to spend all of my gold. Also, please excuse me as I think I'm going to be sick again." And with that he suddenly tore open the door which he assumed the woman had closed behind him and spewed yet again into the street, using the door frame to brace himself as he directed all of that which he upchucked away from the main path. After he finished this he brought himself in and stumbled over to a chair, dropping to the floor and using said chair to slow his fall. He didn't actually trust himself dropping into a chair without breaking it. At about this time however he realized that the woman wasn't just a normal healer, no, rather she appeared to be quite a pretty young lady, one you would not expect to be the kind to patch up or heal a bleeding man and so it was these thoughts that brought Telo to wonder exactly whether she would be capable of healing his newest injury, let alone his older injuries. Not that it particularly mattered how well she healed him, so long as he could be healed and after such healing be capable of fighting yet again. His encounter with the younger man and his fight in the alley had brought him to the conclusion he would need to start fighting again and also need to start training sooner than expected. |
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