Bladecrest

[Shura]

"huh... that's useful..." she muttered a bit surprised still. she couldn't believe that he was able to use magic, it was something she new very little about but knew it was difficult. She pushed aside her question for later, seeing as they were only burning time at this point. She nodded slightly "kay... Already had something to eat so i should be okay for now." She muttered before offering an orange to the thiefe figuring it would only be fair since he had made food earilier

 

[Gobbo]

"That it is. It kept me from getting killed several times. I'm surprised you've never seen illusion magic before." he said, gathering up his things. He looked at the orange and tilted his head for a moment before taking it, biting off part of the peel so he could peel it properly.


"Thanks." he said, putting a piece in his mouth as he kicked dirt over what was left of the fire.


"Let's go. The sooner we get there, the better."

 

[Shura]

"I've seen it but not used in such a way." she replied rising to her feet stretching her arms above her head before grabbing her bag and slipping it on her back under her cloak. She was curious about the thief and if he had any more trick up her sleeve but knew better than to ask such questions straight out especially when she had some question of her own she was holding back on. "Sounds promising." She muttered drawing up her hood as they started to move again

 

[Gobbo]

Elias smirked slightly. "I tend to be creative with my spells. That's one I designed myself." he explained as they walked. He seemed more relaxed now, though it was obvious he was still on edge like he usually was. He was quiet for a good portion of the trip, though after a while he finally spoke up.


"What should I call you? I don't want to know your name, just something to call you. I'm running out of insults."

 

[Shura]

Iris thought a little better of the thief finding it possible that he had quite a bit of experience in something other than stealing. She walked along side him fairly quite as well alert to her surrounding but also lost in thought. She couldn't help but feel like a group of men on hours back would ride in and fairy her back home where she would no doubt be locked away for real this time. She looked over as he spoke up finally. She wondered how long they could go with out exchanging name before figuring it was best just to get it over with. "Iris" She spoke up, "And what is yours?"

 

[Gobbo]

Elias raised an eyebrow when she said her name. It didn't sound like an alias... But then again, she didn't seem like the type of girl that would think to use an alias when running away from home.


"Call me Silver." he said, not comfortable with giving her his actual name. He still didn't feel like he'd know her for very long, so it was better that he didn't have his name attached to his career. He ate another slice of orange, saving most of it instead of eating it all at once. He didn't need to tell her, but oranges were some of his favorites.

 

[Shura]

"Silver?" She quirked a brow before shrugging "Alright." She muttered continuing to walk, she really couldn't blame him not using his real name. She figured her real name would work better, if only so he would know what to listen out for once they were in a town. She hadn't said her last name though if he went poking around her home it wouldn't be much of a surprise.

 

[Gobbo]

Elias nodded when she repeated his name. It was an alias he used often, so if she needed to call out to him he'd notice. The rest of the trip wasn't nearly as eventful as the night before, since Elias decided it would be better not to harass the girl too much. He was still pretty distant, and obviously wasn't comfortable walking with her, but he put up with it.


Several hours into their journey, sometime near sunrise, they came across a small town that could hardly be called such. There were only four buildings, including a small, single story Inn. The place looked like it was put together with whatever bits of the forest that could be found, and looked hardly inviting. Elias strolled comfortably into the Inn, where the only patron inside appeared to be either passed out or dead in the middle of the floor. He paused for a moment over the man and kicked his side, hearing a low moan.


"Silver, don't be kickin' my guests." the grizzled bartender chided as he spit into a glass to clean it.


"Just wanted to make sure he wasn't dead. Don't get on my back about it." Elias growled, tapping the bar as he sat down.


"I need a room for the day. Some of your 'famous' rotgut too." he said, eliciting a grunt out of the bartender.


"Sure, sure. Who's the feline?" he asked, eyeing Iris up and down.


"None of your fucking business, that's who." Elias answered sharply, slapping some money on the counter. "Just give me my room and the bottle of swill. I don't want to deal with your shit right now, and I sure as hell don't want to be disturbed."


"Alright, alright, fine. Don't get your ears in a twist, boy." the man growled back, giving him a bottle of booze and pointing him towards the door.


"You know where it's at."


Elias nodded and headed inside, closing the door behind him when Iris was inside. The room was filthy, the bed covered in what looked like an ancient burlap sack. Elias didn't seem bothered by the state of the room as he uncorked the bottle with his teeth, taking a long drink from the bottle. It tasted like a mix of dirt and paint thinner, but it hit hard. He offered the bottle to her and pulled out his pipe, sitting on the chair next to the wall opposite the bed.


"Drink. It's better than the food he serves here. If he can call it that..."

 

[Shura]

Iris entered the so called in a bit cautiously scanning around the dingy setting. She had been in her fare share of taverns, some on a commoners level but this was a class all in its own. She caught the bartender leering at her and pulled her cloak around her more so it covered her completely. She wasn't sure if 'Silver' was just grouchy or just didn't like the man but it seem the two did have a history. She spared a glance at the body on the ground as she passed not giving him much though past an overly drunk fool. She glanced around impressed and how dingy and old the room was, the sack of a blanket look like it was ready fall apart at any moment. The sudden mention of fleas and bed bugs made her skin itch as she doubted how clean the room was.


The neko sighed moving to sit on one of the wooden chairs, which cheeked under her petite frame. She was starting to wonder what would be a better place to sleep the forest or here and leaned towards the outdoors until she was offered a bottle. "Alcohol is hardly food..." she muttered before sniffing the contents of the bottle. Iris gagged immediately setting it aside, her eyes already watering from the horrid smell.

 

[Gobbo]

Elias shrugged and grabbed the bottle back from her, taking another pull from it. He placed his pipe to his lips, a spark of flame lighting from his finger. "Suit yourself. The old bastard might take offense, though... He's been known to snoop around at night if he gets angry enough." he explained, setting the bottle down next to him as he dug through his bag for a moment, wisps of smoke curling past his lips. He pulled out an old, leather bound book and opened it, flipping through the pages.

 

[Shura]

Iris's quirked a brow. "He would take offence that not all of his patrons are drunk on... what ever that is." She muttered before shaking her head, there was no sense in that. If anything it was better not to be inhibited by such drinks, especially if they were going to be traveling come sundown. She watched Silver a moment as he started looking thought a book and was curious as to what could be written inside but refined from prying. She shuffled through her bag gabbing a piece of partially stale bread she had been holding onto and took a bite, hopefully she would be able to get decent food once the reached the next actual town. She pulled out her small dagger and the wood carving she had been working on earlier and started to widdle away details into the small figure.

 

[Gobbo]

"He'll take offense at anything." he explained with a shrug, looking through the book slowly. "He'll probably come in here to get a closer look at you while you sleep, knowing him. I've caught him a few times trying to steal my things here."


He sighed quietly, pulling out a quill and ink pot, as he started to write in a fresh page.


After a short while he looked over at her, watching her whittle. "I didn't think such a high-class girl like you would have a commoner's hobby. Strange."

 

[Shura]

"Something tell me it would be safer and possibly more comfortable outside than in here." She muttered under her breath before brushing aside some of the wood chips of the small figure the true shape starting to show now that the details were being etched turning an vaugly human shape into an actual person. She glanced up at silver before shrugging. "I like making things, much more useful talent than gardening or serving tea." She grumbled. "Besides if you haven realized it, I don't exactly fit the high class type"

 

[Gobbo]

"There's a reason I had us come here, as much as I'd prefer sleeping outside." he explained, right as there was a crack of thunder outside and the sound of rain started filtering through the trees. The sky darkened enough for him to finally pull his glasses off, setting them to the side. He paused his writing for a moment, watching as she carved. "So I see... Though, I'm still going to reserve my judgement. What are you carving, anyways?"

 

[Shura]

Iris ears perked up at the sound of rain and she frowned slightly. She didn't much mind the rain but thunderstorms on the other and made for restless sleeping. Still she tried to pay no mind to it as she continued to carve she used her claws every so often to get some of the finer details alternating between them and her knife. She had carving tools but would rather they remain safe in her bag. "Someone I had seen in town a few days ago..." she muttered

 

[Gobbo]

Elias quirked an eyebrow at the cryptic answer. "Huh. Alright." he said with a shrug, going back to writing in his book. He was in an oddly talkative mood, he had noticed. Shrugging it off he puffed on his pipe, finishing up the page he was writing. He left the book open on his lap so the ink could dry as he glanced over at her.


"You can take the bed. There's herbs in it to keep bugs out, though it might not look like much." he explained with a small sigh, digging in his pack for some food.


"You're pretty good at carving."

 

[Shura]

Iris looked up and nodded slightly "Thanks." She blew on the figure a moment before looking at it in the light the figure was of a jester looking man arms splayed out to help as he balanced on a ball with one foot. it was a marry little figuring fill of life and joy from the small details she had managed to work in. "Thank you... I have been working on it for a few days."

 

[Gobbo]

"So I see." he said, thinking for a few moments. A light of curiosity was in his eyes as he reached into his bag, pulling out an old looking lock. He held it out to her with a little smirk.


"You must be pretty dexterous. Try opening that for me." he said, handing her his picks as well.


"You have the temperament of a locksmith. Indulge my curiosity."

 

[Shura]

Iris blinked taking a look at the old lock before quirking a brow a the thief at his odd request. "O..kay.." She muttered looking over the lock before using the lock picks to try and pick it. It would be the first time she had indulged in such activities. She had been locked in her room several times and manged to get out. Sometimes they would put a lock on the doors leading to her balcony more complicated than this one when she really got into trouble. With in a minute or two she managed to open the lock.

 

[Gobbo]

Elias watched intently, though he didn't say anything until she managed to open it.


"Very, very good. I'm impressed." he said, taking the lock and picks back. "I have to ask, if you could open locks like that, why didn't you leave sooner? I still don't understand why you'd need me to get you out of that house..."

 

[Shura]

Iris ran in figures through her hair getting out some of the snarls and knots "I already told you, I don't know about the world out side of Bladecrest. I know of places, and the culture of come towns however I don't know where there are bandit camps and such."

 

[Gobbo]

"So? The most basic traveling books can tell you what signs to look for to avoid danger." he explained with a shrug, watching her as smoke wafted up from the bowl of his pipe.


"Unless those books were banned in your house, you should have had everything you needed to leave. I'm still trying to figure out why you insist on staying with me." This time his voice wasn't one of irritation, more of curiosity.

 

[Shura]

"I wasn't exactly allow to read what ever I wanted..." she muttered before going back to her carving. "Parents weren't too keen on me going off on my own or having my own life in general." She added squinting her eyes as she continued to carve into the wood etching the detail of the face.

 

[Gobbo]

"I see... I gathered as much." he said with a little shrug, trying to stifle a yawn.


"Well, I can't guarantee how well you'll survive, but if you're a quick learner and you get lucky, you should do alright on your own." he explained, closing up the book and locking it. As he put it in his bag there was a faint flash of light from his hand, the sound of wood creaking quietly under the bag.


"I'm going to try and sleep. I suggest you do the same." he said as he stood, going to the door for a moment. He placed his hand on the wood, a small spell circle forming under his palm and glowing softly.

 

[Shura]

Iris looked through the window seeing the light of day starting to show and sighed putting her tools and carving away. She looked over noticing the glow and quirked a brow slightly. "Warning spell?" she questioned as she got up and went over to the bed pulling the 'blanket' back before just leaving it where it was and using her cloak similar to how she used it the forest to lay on and cover her self. She tucked her bag under the bed to keep it out of plain site.