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Malhakii

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Hey, lets start in a tavern or something similar and introduce our character(s).


The dirty bar was dimly lit and its clientèle still clung to the shadows. It was located in a small village where several capital roads converged. the only thing that in money was the bar and its beds.
 
The door of the pub opened as a figure stepped in, the door closing by itself behind them. The whole pub was in mere silence as the odd figure walked over to a stool by the bar and sat down. The figure was dressed in a hooded cloak with an odd symbol on the back of it. They had the hood over their head and a sheathed on their back with a leather strap slung across their shoulder. The figure stood at about 5'4. Not exactly tall, but at least it's suitable. The hooded person coughed about three times before placing a gold coin on the bar and ordering a drink.
 
The denizens of the bartender back to their conversations and drinks, no one cared enough to examine the newcomer except for the other odd couple sitting in the corner.
 
The figure felt as of they were being watched. They turned and looked around the pub, seeing if any eyes were on him. As a matter of fact, there were. Four of them. Two for each person. The eyes belonged to the two sitting in a corner. Squinting at the pair, the hooded figure slid off the bar stool and began walking towards them. When he approached them, he wouldn't take his eyes off of them. Kind of like a cat stalking it's prey. "Listen," The strange person started. "I don't know what you fools want, but I don't have it..."
 
The Gnome laughed. Scratching his haphazard beard. The rogue to his right didn't move, just watched him from inside the shadows of her her hood.


"Just people watching, stranger." a surprisingly deep voice came barreling out of the tiny Gnome.
 
Coming from a mission, Gunnolf walks around trying to find a new job. He came across a pub and decides to rest for a while. It doesn't look luxurious, maybe a little bit old. The door creaked as he pushed it. The pub's atmosphere is colder than that of the outside's. He bumped into someone. Oh. Little bit tired here. Forgive me. He said, monotonously. He approached the bar and took out his coin purse. He brings out one silver and five copper coins, then gives the bartender a funny look. Five copper coins and a silver one. What can these buy? He asked.


"A glass of milk." The bartender replied in a low voice with a look of annoyance.


E-eh? T-then give me the finest milk you've got, Mr. Bartender. He said. Gunnolf took a stool, sat on it, and laid his sword leaning beside him. He waited for the bartender to return and give him his glass of milk. He kept himself vigilant, for he's a stranger in the place.


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"Told this place would start getting interesting." the Gnome gently elbowed his companion.


"Everywhere is interesting eventually." she snapped back, dying of boredom.
 
The figure rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I guess I'll see you around..." The hooded stranger turned to go back to his stool, only to find that somebody else was sitting in it. He walked over to Gunnolf and tapped him on the shoulder. "Um...Hello?"
 
The bartender returned and gives him the glass of milk. Ohhh. Finally. He said. Drinking his milk, he felt someone touch him. He flinched and it made him spill his drink. He quickly grab his sword, jumped behind the counter and points the tip of his sword at the stranger's neck. I already paid for the damages you bastards! Leave me alone or you'll end up paying me with your lives instead! He exclaimed.


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"He just wants his seat back, jackwad!" the Gnome bellowed, before ordering another round. "porter please, a large one." the bartender looked at him like he was mad.
 

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