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PavellumPendulum
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Life would be a lot easier if all problems could be solved with arrows, Talen-Jei knew. His quiver could hold a few dozen for every problem he had, but politics and morality sure had a way of overcomplicating anything that came into contact with them. The elf brushed some hair out of his eyes, whittling down the base of an arrow with a pocket knife, the splinters and extra chips being carefully dropped into a bucket rather than on the floor. He wasn't a barbarian, of course, and making more mess for himself would do little for his sanity, especially considering how rowdy the guild could get when drinks came round. It was mid-afternoon, and he sat amongst two of his companions, Clementine and Nemmeth, simply making idle chitchat in the cool air indoors. The summer had clung to Haerith with a vice grip today, and the very thought of stepping foot outside made his throat feel a smidge parched.
The sitting area of The Drunken Huntsman was filled with wooden tables and chairs, surrounding a hearth that currently housed little more than cinders. Paintings lined the walls with little theme to join them together, a painting of a Madoran's head on a latrine was displayed just as proudly beside a painting of the golden goddess Cathé, weeping for mortals. This had been home for him as long as he could remember. Now, it was home to adventurers who sought justice as well. He'd have to lead them, whether he liked it or not. ... The thought breathed new life into the nasty stress knot between his brows, so he tried to push it away. Existential crises were for people whose mother's didn't need saving. Chewing on his lower lip, he turned his attention to his comrades, finishing up another arrow base and setting it on the table beside his bucket.
"Would either of you like a drink? The new shipment of juices came in for the customers." He mentioned, brushing any fly away wood chips into his bucket with a flick of his wrists, "I'm sure none of us are ecstatic about the heat."
The sitting area of The Drunken Huntsman was filled with wooden tables and chairs, surrounding a hearth that currently housed little more than cinders. Paintings lined the walls with little theme to join them together, a painting of a Madoran's head on a latrine was displayed just as proudly beside a painting of the golden goddess Cathé, weeping for mortals. This had been home for him as long as he could remember. Now, it was home to adventurers who sought justice as well. He'd have to lead them, whether he liked it or not. ... The thought breathed new life into the nasty stress knot between his brows, so he tried to push it away. Existential crises were for people whose mother's didn't need saving. Chewing on his lower lip, he turned his attention to his comrades, finishing up another arrow base and setting it on the table beside his bucket.
"Would either of you like a drink? The new shipment of juices came in for the customers." He mentioned, brushing any fly away wood chips into his bucket with a flick of his wrists, "I'm sure none of us are ecstatic about the heat."
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Clementine closed her eyes for a moment. It's been a while every since she came with Nemmeth to the The Drunken Huntsman. Everything in it reminded her of things she once took for granted, but after some time, she began to appreciate everything in it--the wooden furniture, the heat of the hearth, the assortment of sounds she would always hear throughout the day, the occasional smell of sawdust, and more importantly, the people in it. Now that she thought about it, it didn't really take her long to consider the place she once thought a mere shoddy establishment her home. It was by no means difficult given what she had to compare it to, but that didn't make it feel any less pleasant for her.
"The heat here is not a match for Ardethe's during the summer..." Clementine then tilted her head towards Nemmeth, who was seated right beside her. "Nem might want one, though..."
From out of the corner of eye, she saw Nemmeth quickly look away from Talen-Jei the moment she heard her name. Had she not known why Nemmeth reacted that way, she probably would have found it adorable. But she knew why. Clementine reached her hand out to pat the young girl's head, and as usual, Nemmeth flinched away. They've been together for a while now, though. She learned to accept that it would simply take Nemmeth longer to get used to a quite a few things.
"It's okay..." Clementine rubbed Nemmeth's head.
"R-Really?" Nemmeth looked down and hugged the stuffed rabbit on her lap closer to her chest. "I-It's okay...?"
Seeing Nemmeth look up and smile when she got a nod was more than enough for her. Clementine gently pulled her hand away from Nemmeth's head, then turned to look at Talen-Jei.
Clementine raised up one finger. "One juice for Nem..."
"The heat here is not a match for Ardethe's during the summer..." Clementine then tilted her head towards Nemmeth, who was seated right beside her. "Nem might want one, though..."
From out of the corner of eye, she saw Nemmeth quickly look away from Talen-Jei the moment she heard her name. Had she not known why Nemmeth reacted that way, she probably would have found it adorable. But she knew why. Clementine reached her hand out to pat the young girl's head, and as usual, Nemmeth flinched away. They've been together for a while now, though. She learned to accept that it would simply take Nemmeth longer to get used to a quite a few things.
"It's okay..." Clementine rubbed Nemmeth's head.
"R-Really?" Nemmeth looked down and hugged the stuffed rabbit on her lap closer to her chest. "I-It's okay...?"
Seeing Nemmeth look up and smile when she got a nod was more than enough for her. Clementine gently pulled her hand away from Nemmeth's head, then turned to look at Talen-Jei.
Clementine raised up one finger. "One juice for Nem..."
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PavellumPendulum
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The guild was by no means an unstoppable force. That's what Talen-Jei had discovered over the few months that it had been up and running. Porrillan-Havea was a rebellion full of spies and those being trained in combat, but the Heroes of Enreon were little more than people just wanting to find hope. Perhaps that wasn't such a bad thing, he'd noted, seeing how integral this faction had become in some people's lives. They wanted to believe someone was willing to help. Their little family held no more than two dozen people, who were in and out of the inn, mostly traveling to focus their efforts on refugees. Though one of their aims were to stand up against Madora Ezos, another was just to help. Haerith was a country full of ripped seams and the least they could do is try to patch up things where they could.
Nemmeth was one of those patches. He didn't know much other than Clementine being her makeshift guardian after she'd escaped slavery, but honestly, that was all he really needed to know. He knew enough to not be offended when the girl shrank away from him, or when she avoided his eyes like the plague. "Oh, I've heard. Never seen it for myself." Talen-Jei mused, "Well. Felt it, I mean. I've only ever been here and Reseruza, though." Visiting his parent's childhood towns in the trees had been quite different from the villages he was used to, which were, well, on the ground. He never understood how they all lived in such vast networks of treehouses. He could only imagine how long that had taken to set up.
He didn't stare at Clementine and Nemmeth's interaction, mostly because he felt like it wasn't quite his business. He was just here to do what he could. Careful not to knock over the arrow shafts and various other parts he had spread out on the table (the pile of fletching vanes wouldn't appreciate the table being shaken either), he nodded. Stepping behind the bar, he sifted through the new shipment, pulling out two tankards and a container of snowberry juice. It was sweeter than most juices and many patrons enjoyed it with some alcohol, but he'd assume that Nemmeth would be fine with it. Snowberry juice happened to be the cheapest, so that was mostly all the shipment had contained anyways. Filling up the two tankards then tidying up slightly, he placed both on their table, with one a bit closer to the younger girl. "There you are."
Nemmeth was one of those patches. He didn't know much other than Clementine being her makeshift guardian after she'd escaped slavery, but honestly, that was all he really needed to know. He knew enough to not be offended when the girl shrank away from him, or when she avoided his eyes like the plague. "Oh, I've heard. Never seen it for myself." Talen-Jei mused, "Well. Felt it, I mean. I've only ever been here and Reseruza, though." Visiting his parent's childhood towns in the trees had been quite different from the villages he was used to, which were, well, on the ground. He never understood how they all lived in such vast networks of treehouses. He could only imagine how long that had taken to set up.
He didn't stare at Clementine and Nemmeth's interaction, mostly because he felt like it wasn't quite his business. He was just here to do what he could. Careful not to knock over the arrow shafts and various other parts he had spread out on the table (the pile of fletching vanes wouldn't appreciate the table being shaken either), he nodded. Stepping behind the bar, he sifted through the new shipment, pulling out two tankards and a container of snowberry juice. It was sweeter than most juices and many patrons enjoyed it with some alcohol, but he'd assume that Nemmeth would be fine with it. Snowberry juice happened to be the cheapest, so that was mostly all the shipment had contained anyways. Filling up the two tankards then tidying up slightly, he placed both on their table, with one a bit closer to the younger girl. "There you are."
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The glass of juice being placed in front her nearly made Nemmeth jump in her seat. While she managed to not actually do that, she still ended up hiding behind her stuffed rabbit--the one Clementine gave her when they first met. It took a few times of repeating to herself that Talen-Jei and Clementine were kind people for her to put the doll down and look at the glass placed in front of her. She couldn't take the glass, though.
"That's for you..." Clementine said, causing Nemmeth to look at her.
Nemmeth nodded at Clementine, then looked at Talen-Jei and the glass in front of her. She wanted to ask what was in the glass. All she knew was that it was "juice", but it looked thick and had a weird pink color--the ones she knew of either had no color or were a bit yellow. Still, she could only purse her lips on the couple of attempts she made at asking. After staring at it for a few minutes, she just shook her head, then leaned closer to the glass and sniffed it a few times. It smelled like some of the things in the bushes on the mountains, and unlike the drinks she was used to smelling, it didn't make her nose hurt. And Clementine was drinking it with no problem.
That had to be it. The drink had to be good.
Nemmeth slowly reached out to the glass, hoping no one was staring at her because her fingers were twitching. The glass felt cold to the touch, for some reason. But that was fine. She took the glass and had a sip, just to be sure. The next thing she knew, she had downed the entire glass.
"This is great!" Nemmeth giggled.
Clementine blinked a couple of times. "That's good, I guess... Now, do you remember the second magic word...?"
Nemmeth nodded, then looked at Talen-Jei. "Resefile, mister!"
"Nicely done." Clementine clapped her hands, then pushed her half-empty glass towards Nemmeth. "You can have this, too."
Nemmeth looked at the class, then at Clementine, who just nodded at her. "Umm... S-Sefi."
Clementine never smiled during all the time they have been together. And Nemmeth wasn't sure if she was seeing things just now. But that was fine, too. She just continued drinking, much slower this time, and watched as Clementine looked at the set of arrows near them.
"Did something happen...?" Clementine pointed at the arrows.
"That's for you..." Clementine said, causing Nemmeth to look at her.
Nemmeth nodded at Clementine, then looked at Talen-Jei and the glass in front of her. She wanted to ask what was in the glass. All she knew was that it was "juice", but it looked thick and had a weird pink color--the ones she knew of either had no color or were a bit yellow. Still, she could only purse her lips on the couple of attempts she made at asking. After staring at it for a few minutes, she just shook her head, then leaned closer to the glass and sniffed it a few times. It smelled like some of the things in the bushes on the mountains, and unlike the drinks she was used to smelling, it didn't make her nose hurt. And Clementine was drinking it with no problem.
That had to be it. The drink had to be good.
Nemmeth slowly reached out to the glass, hoping no one was staring at her because her fingers were twitching. The glass felt cold to the touch, for some reason. But that was fine. She took the glass and had a sip, just to be sure. The next thing she knew, she had downed the entire glass.
"This is great!" Nemmeth giggled.
Clementine blinked a couple of times. "That's good, I guess... Now, do you remember the second magic word...?"
Nemmeth nodded, then looked at Talen-Jei. "Resefile, mister!"
"Nicely done." Clementine clapped her hands, then pushed her half-empty glass towards Nemmeth. "You can have this, too."
Nemmeth looked at the class, then at Clementine, who just nodded at her. "Umm... S-Sefi."
Clementine never smiled during all the time they have been together. And Nemmeth wasn't sure if she was seeing things just now. But that was fine, too. She just continued drinking, much slower this time, and watched as Clementine looked at the set of arrows near them.
"Did something happen...?" Clementine pointed at the arrows.
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PavellumPendulum
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They were a quiet group. Talen-Jei was perhaps the most talkative, which was definitely saying something about the other two, considering his timid streak. It was better this way, in his opinion. Clementine was kind enough and though Nemmeth spoke only in bits and pieces to the other, Talen-Jei didn't expect more of her. The Drunken Huntsman was loud enough in the evenings when the guild collected itself and it could definitely use a quiet moment every now and then. Though Nemmeth had been hesitant, she seemed to like the drink, which was good to see. The whole interaction had the elf smiling a bit, especially at the use of Tsorani. He wasn't an expert with it, but he knew enough to be aware that she was thanking him. "Glad you liked it." He replied, giving her a nod to show that he'd understood.
Taking an arrow shaft in his hands, he began carving nooks into one end for the fletchings and a slight indent in the other for the head. He'd made hundreds of arrows over the years, but ever since he'd taken over in his mother's place, he seemed to be using far more in smaller amounts of time. The conflict made discomfort bubble up in the back of his throat, but he swallowed it down like most things: his father had always mentioned that he dwelled on everything far too much. Change was not an option but a necessity at this point. He represented the guild now. He was not to live in the past.
Clementine's question made him glance at her briefly before he looked to his work, sighing. "Lots of scuffles near the north-west border. I'm thinking we might have to head over there since things seem to be getting-"
The wooden doors of the inn slammed open, making the elf jump in his seat, dropping both his pocket knife and the arrow he'd been working on. "Y-You..." he managed to get out, staring at the members of the guild that had just burst in, "You could treat the door better. Cathé knows it can't take much more of the guild's thrashing." He scolded slightly, though straightened up. That had probably scared Nemmeth more than it had him, ack. However, his expression fell when he saw the grim looks on their faces.
"What's wrong?"
"Caught a greyskin trying to sneak over the border. Waitin' for interrogation in one of the cells down the street."
Leaving the arrow bases on the table, Talen-Jei pulled his quiver back over his shoulder and onto his back, chewing on his lower lip. Greyskin. Madorans. "You're kidding. What caste?" His eyes scanned Clementine, and if to ask her if she wanted to come, or if she thought it would be better to keep the thing away from Nemmeth.
"That's the funny thing. Not even a Yis-shit spy." The man laughed, "Got ourselves a whore."
"Soldier!" the elf frowned at his language, but adjusted himself anyways. "Don't tell anyone else. I'll come quick."
Taking an arrow shaft in his hands, he began carving nooks into one end for the fletchings and a slight indent in the other for the head. He'd made hundreds of arrows over the years, but ever since he'd taken over in his mother's place, he seemed to be using far more in smaller amounts of time. The conflict made discomfort bubble up in the back of his throat, but he swallowed it down like most things: his father had always mentioned that he dwelled on everything far too much. Change was not an option but a necessity at this point. He represented the guild now. He was not to live in the past.
Clementine's question made him glance at her briefly before he looked to his work, sighing. "Lots of scuffles near the north-west border. I'm thinking we might have to head over there since things seem to be getting-"
The wooden doors of the inn slammed open, making the elf jump in his seat, dropping both his pocket knife and the arrow he'd been working on. "Y-You..." he managed to get out, staring at the members of the guild that had just burst in, "You could treat the door better. Cathé knows it can't take much more of the guild's thrashing." He scolded slightly, though straightened up. That had probably scared Nemmeth more than it had him, ack. However, his expression fell when he saw the grim looks on their faces.
"What's wrong?"
"Caught a greyskin trying to sneak over the border. Waitin' for interrogation in one of the cells down the street."
Leaving the arrow bases on the table, Talen-Jei pulled his quiver back over his shoulder and onto his back, chewing on his lower lip. Greyskin. Madorans. "You're kidding. What caste?" His eyes scanned Clementine, and if to ask her if she wanted to come, or if she thought it would be better to keep the thing away from Nemmeth.
"That's the funny thing. Not even a Yis-shit spy." The man laughed, "Got ourselves a whore."
"Soldier!" the elf frowned at his language, but adjusted himself anyways. "Don't tell anyone else. I'll come quick."
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Scuffles, he said. It would her a while to get used to that term. Still, Nemmeth was right there with them, and the last thing Clementine wanted was for her to get worried. The very thought that these "scuffles" never seem to end was just disgusting and disheartening. But that also made it all the more imperative that they go there like Talen-Jei said.
As much as she wanted to at least tell him that she supported that idea, the door slamming open stopped her. She immediately grabbed her staff, which was leaning on the counter right in front of her, and jumped right in front of Nemmeth.
The "intruders" turned out to be their guildmates, but Clementine held on to her staff. The fact that they felt they needed to force their already weak door open and the look on their faces only made her nervous. She was probably a lot more nervous than Nemmeth, who was just calmly standing behind her like nothing happened. For a while, at least. When Talen-Jei mentioned the word caste, she felt a tug on her coat.
Nemmeth gripped tighter on Clementine's coat. "Madoran?"
"It would seem so..." Clementine looked at Talen-Jei, then to Nemmeth. "We'll just go and confirm it... You stay here, okay...?"
Thankfully, Nemmeth just nodded and went back to where she was seated earlier. If there was any truth to what their guildmates was saying about the Greyskin, it was at least worth seeing them in person before casting any sort of judgements. She still thought it better to bring her swords with her, though. She would just deal with having to explain to Nemmeth why she shouldn't take after their guildmates' choice of words at a later time.
As much as she wanted to at least tell him that she supported that idea, the door slamming open stopped her. She immediately grabbed her staff, which was leaning on the counter right in front of her, and jumped right in front of Nemmeth.
The "intruders" turned out to be their guildmates, but Clementine held on to her staff. The fact that they felt they needed to force their already weak door open and the look on their faces only made her nervous. She was probably a lot more nervous than Nemmeth, who was just calmly standing behind her like nothing happened. For a while, at least. When Talen-Jei mentioned the word caste, she felt a tug on her coat.
Nemmeth gripped tighter on Clementine's coat. "Madoran?"
"It would seem so..." Clementine looked at Talen-Jei, then to Nemmeth. "We'll just go and confirm it... You stay here, okay...?"
Thankfully, Nemmeth just nodded and went back to where she was seated earlier. If there was any truth to what their guildmates was saying about the Greyskin, it was at least worth seeing them in person before casting any sort of judgements. She still thought it better to bring her swords with her, though. She would just deal with having to explain to Nemmeth why she shouldn't take after their guildmates' choice of words at a later time.
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Pushing his bow into his shoulder strap and adjusting his quiver, he pushed all of his supplies to the end of the table, clearing the space for Nemmeth, since Clementine had told her to stay. "I'll leave the juice here and you can pour it if you want some more, alright?" Though his voice was soft, the nervous undertone made itself apparent, hiding beneath his words and evasive glances. Most Madorans that came across the border were Yisra, claiming to be on official business in the capital, and some of that was true, but many were simply spies and slavers, trying to catch some more elves and humans in the dark. His mother's bow suddenly felt a lot heavier on his back.
"You two stay here with Nemmeth. Clementine and I will interrogate them. How many guards do we have on duty in that cell block?" He gestured for them to watch over the child, stepping towards the door and adjusting his shoulder straps. The sun shone upon Hono like it wasn't becoming a ghost town, children jumping about and mothers scolding them for trying to jump out the windows. The cell block down the street was a mere minute away, and he felt his heart rise into his throat, chewing more strongly on his bottom lip.
"Got 2 others watching it. It's chained up anyways, so you don't gotta worry."
With a quick nod, he was out, assuming the mage would be following closely behind, shoes silent against the cobblestone roads, as the heat seeped into the cheap cloth and hardened resin base. His fellow guildmates opened the cell door for the two of them when they arrived, and they stepped into the metal holding room, climbing down a set of stairs into a room full of individual cells. In front of the cell the farthest to the right, a guild member saluted them, gesturing inside the cell.
Inside, sat a Madoran.
Smaller than most ones Talen-Jei had seen, but the milky white skin spattered with black and grey confirmed what they were. As did the eyes, he noted nervously, when it eyed them through the metal bars. It's hands were bound by metal cuffs, glowing just barely to signal the reinforcement spell cast upon them, chained to the wall. Blowing some black hair out of it's face, it spoke.
"Hey, uh, you guys are the leaders or whatever, right? Real kinky thing you got going on down here. Would've powdered up if I'd known you were gonna chain me all nice and tight." They laughed, and Talen-Jei could barely get anything out, staring, hand moving to the bow in his strap. Ripped fabric laid around the Madoran, their clothes slightly tattered and face holding a dark spot right under their eye. The exposed backs of their hands displayed the Una symbol, burnt a deep black into their skin. It was true. They weren't Yisra. But what was an Una doing without their master, or near Haerith at all?
The Madoran blinked, but sighed when no one replied. "Right. Not funny. Could you guys at least have left my bandages alone? I was hiding my caste for a fucking reason. I'm not here to eat you guys or whatever you think Madorans do."
Talen-Jei had heard of the playground rumors that Madorans ate elves ears and danced around in the moonlight naked, but he decided not to address those at the current moment. "Why were you crossing the border, Una?"
"Y'see, castes aren't names. Just so you know." The Madoran made at face at him, but Talen-Jei only frowned back. "... I came here to join. The whole guild thing."
Talen-Jei sent Clementine a clear look of disbelief.
"You two stay here with Nemmeth. Clementine and I will interrogate them. How many guards do we have on duty in that cell block?" He gestured for them to watch over the child, stepping towards the door and adjusting his shoulder straps. The sun shone upon Hono like it wasn't becoming a ghost town, children jumping about and mothers scolding them for trying to jump out the windows. The cell block down the street was a mere minute away, and he felt his heart rise into his throat, chewing more strongly on his bottom lip.
"Got 2 others watching it. It's chained up anyways, so you don't gotta worry."
With a quick nod, he was out, assuming the mage would be following closely behind, shoes silent against the cobblestone roads, as the heat seeped into the cheap cloth and hardened resin base. His fellow guildmates opened the cell door for the two of them when they arrived, and they stepped into the metal holding room, climbing down a set of stairs into a room full of individual cells. In front of the cell the farthest to the right, a guild member saluted them, gesturing inside the cell.
Inside, sat a Madoran.
Smaller than most ones Talen-Jei had seen, but the milky white skin spattered with black and grey confirmed what they were. As did the eyes, he noted nervously, when it eyed them through the metal bars. It's hands were bound by metal cuffs, glowing just barely to signal the reinforcement spell cast upon them, chained to the wall. Blowing some black hair out of it's face, it spoke.
"Hey, uh, you guys are the leaders or whatever, right? Real kinky thing you got going on down here. Would've powdered up if I'd known you were gonna chain me all nice and tight." They laughed, and Talen-Jei could barely get anything out, staring, hand moving to the bow in his strap. Ripped fabric laid around the Madoran, their clothes slightly tattered and face holding a dark spot right under their eye. The exposed backs of their hands displayed the Una symbol, burnt a deep black into their skin. It was true. They weren't Yisra. But what was an Una doing without their master, or near Haerith at all?
The Madoran blinked, but sighed when no one replied. "Right. Not funny. Could you guys at least have left my bandages alone? I was hiding my caste for a fucking reason. I'm not here to eat you guys or whatever you think Madorans do."
Talen-Jei had heard of the playground rumors that Madorans ate elves ears and danced around in the moonlight naked, but he decided not to address those at the current moment. "Why were you crossing the border, Una?"
"Y'see, castes aren't names. Just so you know." The Madoran made at face at him, but Talen-Jei only frowned back. "... I came here to join. The whole guild thing."
Talen-Jei sent Clementine a clear look of disbelief.
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What could be summed up as a five-minute walk down the street was a lot more nerve-racking than Clementine expected it to be. And now that she thought about it, it was probably why she felt it was still better to walk about at night, like she did back in Ardethe: everything she could see just served as a reminder of the day she found Nemmeth. Granted, she had long refrained from taking evening strolls simply because that felt strongly like tempting fate. Although what made her feel ill at ease at the moment was seeing that Talen-Jei seemed anxious. At the very least, this had to be the first time she saw him bite his lip.
"I'm more worried about you right now..." Clementine patted his shoulder. "They aren't Yisra, correct...? We should be fine..."
Of course, when she said they would be fine, Clementine didn't expect to meet a Madoran with a bit of an odd sense of humor. At least he was self-aware. He was also pretty chipper for someone who was bound and in a jail cell. Though that didn't make his request any easier to take in; Talen-Jei seemed to share that sentiment with her.
Clementine looked at Talen-Jei, then at their prisoner. "Your name, what is it?"
As much as it made her want to hit her head on a wall, Clementine agreed with him on the matter of addressing people. But she wasn't about to place even a single iota of trust in this one, not just yet. She stepped forward, placing herself a bit in front of her guild leader and their prisoner.
Clementine pointed her staff at the prisoner. "And who's your master?"
"I'm more worried about you right now..." Clementine patted his shoulder. "They aren't Yisra, correct...? We should be fine..."
Of course, when she said they would be fine, Clementine didn't expect to meet a Madoran with a bit of an odd sense of humor. At least he was self-aware. He was also pretty chipper for someone who was bound and in a jail cell. Though that didn't make his request any easier to take in; Talen-Jei seemed to share that sentiment with her.
Clementine looked at Talen-Jei, then at their prisoner. "Your name, what is it?"
As much as it made her want to hit her head on a wall, Clementine agreed with him on the matter of addressing people. But she wasn't about to place even a single iota of trust in this one, not just yet. She stepped forward, placing herself a bit in front of her guild leader and their prisoner.
Clementine pointed her staff at the prisoner. "And who's your master?"
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The pat had helped. He thought so, at least. He was on edge, mostly because he never had a good track record with Madorans. Most people didn't though, he supposed. Nemmeth had had it worse, so he supposed sucking it up was the least he could do. There was so much the world needed him to do and in so little time. He watched the Madoran through the metal bars uncomfortably, eyeing raking over the large scars marring their exposed sides, interrupting splatters of monochrome skin. The Madorans couldn't seem to treat even their own kind properly! He tried desperately not to pass judgement, but he knew inwardly that he was already doing it. Madorans put him on edge, they put his father into the ground and his soul into Deje's arms too early, and they'd put his mother in a cell, for all he knew. He couldn't relax.
The Madoran adjusted his legs in the cell, splaying them out now, as they'd been pulled closer to his chest earlier. "Raith." The name tumbled off of his tongue easily, blue-rimmed eyes observing the girl from the ground. The staff pointed at him only made him raise an eyebrow, but the question pulled his more easy-going smile into a frown.
"Don't got one." His tone was suddenly more guarded, his eyes narrowed at the mage, "I was in line for execution in Weylin, so I escaped over the border since I didn't feel like dying."
Talen-Jei stared hard, but nothing seemed to come of it. Una typically didn't make it out of the slums without a master. The military police would have put them in their place if they went around acting like citizens with rights. He supposed if this one was a criminal, it would make sense that they didn't have a master but... Them being a criminal only raised more questions. "You were convicted? For what?" The elf questioned, but the Madoran's answer did nothing but make him pull his bow out of his shoulder strap, now more on edge than ever.
"... Assault."
The Una's expression did not change.
The Madoran adjusted his legs in the cell, splaying them out now, as they'd been pulled closer to his chest earlier. "Raith." The name tumbled off of his tongue easily, blue-rimmed eyes observing the girl from the ground. The staff pointed at him only made him raise an eyebrow, but the question pulled his more easy-going smile into a frown.
"Don't got one." His tone was suddenly more guarded, his eyes narrowed at the mage, "I was in line for execution in Weylin, so I escaped over the border since I didn't feel like dying."
Talen-Jei stared hard, but nothing seemed to come of it. Una typically didn't make it out of the slums without a master. The military police would have put them in their place if they went around acting like citizens with rights. He supposed if this one was a criminal, it would make sense that they didn't have a master but... Them being a criminal only raised more questions. "You were convicted? For what?" The elf questioned, but the Madoran's answer did nothing but make him pull his bow out of his shoulder strap, now more on edge than ever.
"... Assault."
The Una's expression did not change.
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If there was one thing Clementine really wanted to know right now, it was that why for the love of everything that was sacred did she have some kind of attraction towards Madorans of the lower castes. Granted, Nemmeth's a Human and Raith was the first true Madoran she'd met, but it didn't change the fact that the sudden change in Raith's tone sounded familiar--far too familiar for comfort, even. And now that she got a closer look at him, she saw large scars on his sides. The sight made her blood boil. As much as she hated to agree with her fellow mages on anything, Madorans really were barbarians who needed saving. That, or a good thrashing.
Clementine held onto her staff tighter and pointed it forward. A part of her thought that, maybe, he wasn't dangerous, but the rest of her argued with that. No matter how beaten he looked, he was far too guarded and him being in line for execution did him no favors. Nemmeth was her first priority, and she wouldn't trust any Madoran around her just yet, especially one that's potentially more dangerous than the whole lot of them. The more she looked at him, however, she began feeling that Raith and Nemmeth may not be so different. It made her consider telling Talen-Jei that they could at least give the man a chance to explain himself in a less hostile environment, but before she could say anything, Raith said that he was charged with assault, of all things.
This time, Clementine held on to the handle of the sheathed sword dangling at the side of her belt. This man was beginning to make her feel uneasier than she did on the walk over. It was just one bad thing after another with him, it seemed.
Clementine glanced at Talen-Jei from over her shoulder. "Think he's an Exas?"
Clementine held onto her staff tighter and pointed it forward. A part of her thought that, maybe, he wasn't dangerous, but the rest of her argued with that. No matter how beaten he looked, he was far too guarded and him being in line for execution did him no favors. Nemmeth was her first priority, and she wouldn't trust any Madoran around her just yet, especially one that's potentially more dangerous than the whole lot of them. The more she looked at him, however, she began feeling that Raith and Nemmeth may not be so different. It made her consider telling Talen-Jei that they could at least give the man a chance to explain himself in a less hostile environment, but before she could say anything, Raith said that he was charged with assault, of all things.
This time, Clementine held on to the handle of the sheathed sword dangling at the side of her belt. This man was beginning to make her feel uneasier than she did on the walk over. It was just one bad thing after another with him, it seemed.
Clementine glanced at Talen-Jei from over her shoulder. "Think he's an Exas?"
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He wasn't an expert on Madoran culture. Talen-Jei knew bits and pieces, mostly since his childhood had been dominated by the Madoran occupation, but he knew that the death sentence was passed around easily in Madora Ezos. That didn't mean that they had no reason to fear Raith of course, but he'd heard that any act of treason, whether it be fathering a child you were not ordered to or freeing a slave, was punished with death. Due to a population that was closely regulated by the government, they killed who they wanted when they wanted since they knew when and how to replace their citizens to keep a balance. Losing one didn't matter. That was another thing that frightened the elf about the country: a life was worth no more than a coin or two of spare change in a Xie's pocket. Talen-Jei chewed on his lower lip, even more nervous as Raith held eye contact with him, as if he weren't anxious enough about this situation.
"He has to be if he's a criminal..." the guild leader got out in response to Clementine's question, frowning deeply and gripping his bow tightly in his hand. It's not as if he was about to nock an arrow, but holding it gave him some comfort at the very least. "... It's bad to house him though."
The Madoran clicked his tongue, a slightly more annoyed undergone settling into his words, "Are you going to turn me in to Xiekazt? I have information. I've slept with everyone that knows anything and I'd be of use to your guild." His verbal resume did little to convince Talen-Jei, however. He had little trust in the stranger, not to mention the repercussions if the current Madoran forces occupying Haerith stormed in and found them housing a criminal. Things were at a stalemate with them, but there was nothing the elf wanted to avoid more than unnecessary bloodshed.
"If they find us housing 'stolen property' and an ex-convict it will endanger the whole guild." He muttered, frowning at the other, "You can't think that anything you could possibly tell us could be worth the risk..."
"He has to be if he's a criminal..." the guild leader got out in response to Clementine's question, frowning deeply and gripping his bow tightly in his hand. It's not as if he was about to nock an arrow, but holding it gave him some comfort at the very least. "... It's bad to house him though."
The Madoran clicked his tongue, a slightly more annoyed undergone settling into his words, "Are you going to turn me in to Xiekazt? I have information. I've slept with everyone that knows anything and I'd be of use to your guild." His verbal resume did little to convince Talen-Jei, however. He had little trust in the stranger, not to mention the repercussions if the current Madoran forces occupying Haerith stormed in and found them housing a criminal. Things were at a stalemate with them, but there was nothing the elf wanted to avoid more than unnecessary bloodshed.
"If they find us housing 'stolen property' and an ex-convict it will endanger the whole guild." He muttered, frowning at the other, "You can't think that anything you could possibly tell us could be worth the risk..."
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Clementine gripped her staff tighter. It was taking everything she had just to keep it pointed at their prisoner and not flinch where she stood.And Talen-Jei's anxiousness over the matter didn't help at all. She couldn't blame him, though. The fact that this man before them was willing to sell out his people was suspicious. That aside, criminal or not, there has to be reason why their prisoner thought seeking their guild out was worth the risk. That is, if he did expect that he wouldn't be welcomed with open arms. And a part of her wanted to know just what that reason was.
Clementine shook the thought off her head. Like Talen-Jei said, taking him in would be a bad choice, even if he had information that will of help to their cause. There was simply too much they could possibly lose. And from what little she knew about them, even those scum of Enreon had laws; Exas don't follow those laws.
"I agree." Clementine at Talen-Jei. "But... leaving him here wouldn't do, either."
If it's true Xiekazt were swift with enforcing Madoran Law, they would find this man in their place soon or later. And she, for one, didn't want to find out whether or not those bastards would believe this man had nothing to do with them.
"Maybe we should release him elsewhere." Clementine titled her head towards their prisoner. "Reseruza, perhaps? He should be safe there... and off our hands."
Clementine shook the thought off her head. Like Talen-Jei said, taking him in would be a bad choice, even if he had information that will of help to their cause. There was simply too much they could possibly lose. And from what little she knew about them, even those scum of Enreon had laws; Exas don't follow those laws.
"I agree." Clementine at Talen-Jei. "But... leaving him here wouldn't do, either."
If it's true Xiekazt were swift with enforcing Madoran Law, they would find this man in their place soon or later. And she, for one, didn't want to find out whether or not those bastards would believe this man had nothing to do with them.
"Maybe we should release him elsewhere." Clementine titled her head towards their prisoner. "Reseruza, perhaps? He should be safe there... and off our hands."
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The day Xiekazt had waltzed into Haerith had been the day the world fell apart. Not for Ardethe, not for Saint Loelle, and definitely not for Madora Ezos, but for Haerith. With King Meimeron's husband murdered where he stood in his own palace, the hope of ever being free had melted away. Talen-Jei had not seen the king in months, years even, as Xiekazt made most public appearances as the "current ruler of Haerith". Sighing deeply and beginning to pace slightly to ease his nerves, Talen-Jei hummed briefly at Clementine's suggestion. She had a point, Reseruza was far more powerful than Haerith right now, and he was more than certain the current ruler would be able to profit more from whatever information Raith had to share than their measly guild. Perhaps they were not the main characters in this story to revolution.
Eyeing the Madoran, the elf thought on it. Maybe Raith was.
"Hold on," the Madoran frowned deeply, "I didn't go to Reseruza for a reason, they'd probably imprison me on the spot-"
His complaints were halted by a quirked eyebrow, as the elf made an obvious flick of husband eyes towards the other in the prison cell.
"... Okay, point taken. I just wanted to join your guild, you're freedom fighters or whatever, aren't you?" Talen-Jei didn't know how much Raith really knew about freedom, seeing as Madorans seemed to consider freedom a luxury, but he'd keep his mouth shut on that thought.
"We're..." Talen-Jei was tempted to mention that they weren't fighting for Raith's freedom, but he stopped himself. Shaking his head, he pushed his bow back into his shoulder strap, frowning. "It doesn't matter. It'll be better than the death sentence waiting for you in Madora Ezos."
Turning around in thought, he glanced at Clementine. "We'd have to send word to Melarue-Jei. She wouldn't appreciate us dumping a Madoran on her without warning, and I don't want to cause any tension."
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The next day came bearing more than just another tick onto their calendars. Talen-Jei hadn't slept well, but there was little he could do about it, with the messengers insisting their messages be relayed directly to him even in the more sensitive hours of the morning. Sighing deeply, the innkeeper made his way towards Clementine and Nemmeth's room, knocking on the door once or twice to wake them. After all, the news awaited them.
Eyeing the Madoran, the elf thought on it. Maybe Raith was.
"Hold on," the Madoran frowned deeply, "I didn't go to Reseruza for a reason, they'd probably imprison me on the spot-"
His complaints were halted by a quirked eyebrow, as the elf made an obvious flick of husband eyes towards the other in the prison cell.
"... Okay, point taken. I just wanted to join your guild, you're freedom fighters or whatever, aren't you?" Talen-Jei didn't know how much Raith really knew about freedom, seeing as Madorans seemed to consider freedom a luxury, but he'd keep his mouth shut on that thought.
"We're..." Talen-Jei was tempted to mention that they weren't fighting for Raith's freedom, but he stopped himself. Shaking his head, he pushed his bow back into his shoulder strap, frowning. "It doesn't matter. It'll be better than the death sentence waiting for you in Madora Ezos."
Turning around in thought, he glanced at Clementine. "We'd have to send word to Melarue-Jei. She wouldn't appreciate us dumping a Madoran on her without warning, and I don't want to cause any tension."
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The next day came bearing more than just another tick onto their calendars. Talen-Jei hadn't slept well, but there was little he could do about it, with the messengers insisting their messages be relayed directly to him even in the more sensitive hours of the morning. Sighing deeply, the innkeeper made his way towards Clementine and Nemmeth's room, knocking on the door once or twice to wake them. After all, the news awaited them.
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Nemmeth woke up to a knock on their door and immediately backed up against the headrest. It was a lot quieter than usual, but it was coming. Her master would soon slam the door open and start yelling out her chores for the day. She shut her eyes tight and covered her ears, waiting for the door to hit the wall, for her master to stomp over and grab her by the arm or neck.
"Please wait a moment... We'll be right there..."
That... was Clementine's voice. Nemmeth slowly opened her eyes, and Clementine really was right there, sitting on the edge of her bed--an actual bed. There were no bars on the windows, it wasn't all dark and cold, and she had her stuffed rabbit on her lap, too.
Clementine patted her head. "Are you all right?"
Nemmeth nodded and hugged her stuffed rabbit. She wasn't in that place anymore--she was okay. But... that might change soon. There were black lines under Clementine's eyes and she was smiling last night--she still was, too. Maybe Clementine didn't know, but she only smiles when something bad was up. But she didn't want to ask any more than she had to. They had an Una in jail, and they still didn't know what to do with him, and that's all she needed to know.
"Talen-Jei's calling for us..." Clementine reached her hand out to her. "I'll let him in now, okay...?"
Nemmeth stared at Clementine's hand for a moment. Clementine always did that every morning, for all sorts of reasons and even if she couldn't take her hand at first. And she couldn't really understand why. But she didn't mind as much now; it was nice.
She slowly reached out and held on to Clementine's. "Okay."
Clementine rubbed the back of Nemmeth's hand, then went to open the door. "Sorry for the wait... You can come in now..."
"Please wait a moment... We'll be right there..."
That... was Clementine's voice. Nemmeth slowly opened her eyes, and Clementine really was right there, sitting on the edge of her bed--an actual bed. There were no bars on the windows, it wasn't all dark and cold, and she had her stuffed rabbit on her lap, too.
Clementine patted her head. "Are you all right?"
Nemmeth nodded and hugged her stuffed rabbit. She wasn't in that place anymore--she was okay. But... that might change soon. There were black lines under Clementine's eyes and she was smiling last night--she still was, too. Maybe Clementine didn't know, but she only smiles when something bad was up. But she didn't want to ask any more than she had to. They had an Una in jail, and they still didn't know what to do with him, and that's all she needed to know.
"Talen-Jei's calling for us..." Clementine reached her hand out to her. "I'll let him in now, okay...?"
Nemmeth stared at Clementine's hand for a moment. Clementine always did that every morning, for all sorts of reasons and even if she couldn't take her hand at first. And she couldn't really understand why. But she didn't mind as much now; it was nice.
She slowly reached out and held on to Clementine's. "Okay."
Clementine rubbed the back of Nemmeth's hand, then went to open the door. "Sorry for the wait... You can come in now..."
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It took a few moments for them to answer, but soon enough there was rustling within the room. Though he was considerably less anxious than he'd been before, he'd still held onto the habit of chewing on his bottom lip. The trip to Reseruza would probably take two days since they didn't really have money for horses or any type of magical transportation, and it would probably take an extra day to get to the capital, Coquericot-Tza-Laike. He hadn't ever seen much of the capital, but if Melarue-Jei really needed them to be there for whatever negotiations would be going on, he supposed he had no choice but to attend. Raith was turning out to be quite the problem to get by.
He was sighing deeply when Clementine greeted him at the door, nodding at her with the bare bones of a smile. The slight exhaustion wasn't helping his mood, but he didn't really have the time to be tired. There were more important things to tend to. "Good morning, you two." He greeted, stepping into the room, feeling oddly light without his bow attached to his shoulder strap. "So, I have word from Melarue-Jei. She wants me to personally escort the Ma-" he stopped himself, remembering their conversation the day before and correcting himself, "... Er, Raith to Coquericot-Tza-Laike." Pushing a silken lock of hair behind his ear, he continued, "I was going to ask if you would want to come, Clementine. It's not quite... Something I want to do alone. Of course, er, Nemmeth, you're free to come as well. I know you probably don't want to be separated from Clementine."
He wasn't going to ask them to part from each other, but there was the possibility that Nemmeth would want to stay behind, away from the Madoran. Of course, there were people that could watch over her while they were gone, but he didn't want to assume anything.
He was sighing deeply when Clementine greeted him at the door, nodding at her with the bare bones of a smile. The slight exhaustion wasn't helping his mood, but he didn't really have the time to be tired. There were more important things to tend to. "Good morning, you two." He greeted, stepping into the room, feeling oddly light without his bow attached to his shoulder strap. "So, I have word from Melarue-Jei. She wants me to personally escort the Ma-" he stopped himself, remembering their conversation the day before and correcting himself, "... Er, Raith to Coquericot-Tza-Laike." Pushing a silken lock of hair behind his ear, he continued, "I was going to ask if you would want to come, Clementine. It's not quite... Something I want to do alone. Of course, er, Nemmeth, you're free to come as well. I know you probably don't want to be separated from Clementine."
He wasn't going to ask them to part from each other, but there was the possibility that Nemmeth would want to stay behind, away from the Madoran. Of course, there were people that could watch over her while they were gone, but he didn't want to assume anything.
SecretRock
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The summer in Haerith wasn't something Cassia was used to yet. Heat didn't make her uncomfortable as such, but she needed to drink a lot more in a heat. It wasn't too bad in Reseruza. It was so humid there, lots of water around and lots of places to stay out of the sun. Here, there were less of both. Sun on everything. Only water in certain places. A lot of buildings didn't like her entering either. She took up a lot of space, looked a little weird, and some of them were mistrusting of anything magic. She was definitely magic.
The Drunken Huntsman was no such establishment. Cassia turned up about a year ago, asking to join the guild that was rumoured to be based there. She was welcomed with open arms to the group. She hadn't met any other dryads there so far, but there could be some she just hadn't seen. There seemed to be lots of others though, all of them anti-Madoran for one reason or another. Some of them seemed a little too passionate for Cassia's opinion. They hated the entire species rather than just the invasion forces. Still, that was their business really, not hers.
The main hall of the Drunken Huntsman seemed to be empty, not surprising for this time in the morning. She expected to see at least Talen-Jei. He owned the place after all. She looked behind the bar, just in case someone was sorting something behind it. Still no one.
"Is anyone here?" She called to the empty room. Surely the door wouldn't be unlocked if no one was home?
The Drunken Huntsman was no such establishment. Cassia turned up about a year ago, asking to join the guild that was rumoured to be based there. She was welcomed with open arms to the group. She hadn't met any other dryads there so far, but there could be some she just hadn't seen. There seemed to be lots of others though, all of them anti-Madoran for one reason or another. Some of them seemed a little too passionate for Cassia's opinion. They hated the entire species rather than just the invasion forces. Still, that was their business really, not hers.
The main hall of the Drunken Huntsman seemed to be empty, not surprising for this time in the morning. She expected to see at least Talen-Jei. He owned the place after all. She looked behind the bar, just in case someone was sorting something behind it. Still no one.
"Is anyone here?" She called to the empty room. Surely the door wouldn't be unlocked if no one was home?
Availex_Reign
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For once, Arty found a somewhat cheery place in Enreon. Although the building was lackluster in appearance, the true joy was the uniting of beings over a drink. That seemed to be the one thing Enreon's conflicts couldn't change. Having travelled far across the diverse landfalls of their world, he has seen the hectic parts of Madora Ezos and Ardethe's over-pompous conquering. The Drunken Huntsman let that fade, although Madorans weren't a friendly sight in Haerith. Speaking of - He almost forgot! Melarue-Jei had given him strict orders to take over second-shift of the guards for the new Madoran-refugee.
Having been cleaning some of the more preserved bottles in the Inn, Arty immediately shot up from his crouched position behind a much older bar, settled in the oddest corner of the Inn. It was a surprise to meet his eyes with a figure of a dryad. Hmph... now, who was it again? Cassandra, Cathedral... Castiel? No - wait, he had somewhere to be. He couldn't dottle thinking too much, but ... no, he couldn't be obscenely rude and walk out the door! She was one of their fellow Guildsmen, anyway. If only he could remember the name....mmm...
"Nope, it's just me - Arty," the tall, chubby man replied with a big grin, "...are you looking for someone... ah... Cass-...Cassie..." No, he was absolutely dumbfounded. "I can't believe I don't remember your name! Ah, but some ale can't hurt that. Would you like some, mi'lady?"
He raised the empty and most-ancient cup in her direction, his pleasing smile still painted across his face. Wait - he's completely forgetting... she seemed as though she was trying to look for someone. "If you're looking for Talen-Jei, he's in two girls' rooms right now. Who, now... Clementine, and the small munchkin... Nemmeth. The adorable fluff-ball."
Having been cleaning some of the more preserved bottles in the Inn, Arty immediately shot up from his crouched position behind a much older bar, settled in the oddest corner of the Inn. It was a surprise to meet his eyes with a figure of a dryad. Hmph... now, who was it again? Cassandra, Cathedral... Castiel? No - wait, he had somewhere to be. He couldn't dottle thinking too much, but ... no, he couldn't be obscenely rude and walk out the door! She was one of their fellow Guildsmen, anyway. If only he could remember the name....mmm...
"Nope, it's just me - Arty," the tall, chubby man replied with a big grin, "...are you looking for someone... ah... Cass-...Cassie..." No, he was absolutely dumbfounded. "I can't believe I don't remember your name! Ah, but some ale can't hurt that. Would you like some, mi'lady?"
He raised the empty and most-ancient cup in her direction, his pleasing smile still painted across his face. Wait - he's completely forgetting... she seemed as though she was trying to look for someone. "If you're looking for Talen-Jei, he's in two girls' rooms right now. Who, now... Clementine, and the small munchkin... Nemmeth. The adorable fluff-ball."
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Nemmeth got off the bed as soon as Talen-Jei came into the room. It was really nice of him to not say that this Raith guy is a Madoran, not that she really minded. What had her nearly jump up was Talen-Jei saying that she could come along if she wanted. She managed to keep her feet on the ground, but she stared at him instead. Was she hearing things? She shook that thought off her head.
"If it's okay..." She walked up to Clementine, then played her foot on the floor. "Can I come?"
Clementine looked at Talen-Jei for a moment, then nodded at her. "Sure... It seems this person's... not so bad..."
Bad or not didn't matter to her. After all, she would get to go! Her whole body was trembling, and it took her everything she had to jump up and down right then and there. Still, she got moving as soon as her feet was able. She had to do something, anything, so she grabbed a clean rag from the drawer next to her bed and Clementine's swords, which were leaning on the side of the same drawer.
"Nem...!" Clementine reached her hand out to her, but stopped mid-way. "You... don't have to... I can do that..."
Nemmeth held the swords close and stared at Clementine. "Just this once? Please?"
"B-But..." Clementine looked down and shook her head. "If that's what you want..."
"Sefi!" Nemmeth smiled, then looked at Talen-Jei. "I won't take long, mister. We should be able to go in a minute."
"If it's okay..." She walked up to Clementine, then played her foot on the floor. "Can I come?"
Clementine looked at Talen-Jei for a moment, then nodded at her. "Sure... It seems this person's... not so bad..."
Bad or not didn't matter to her. After all, she would get to go! Her whole body was trembling, and it took her everything she had to jump up and down right then and there. Still, she got moving as soon as her feet was able. She had to do something, anything, so she grabbed a clean rag from the drawer next to her bed and Clementine's swords, which were leaning on the side of the same drawer.
"Nem...!" Clementine reached her hand out to her, but stopped mid-way. "You... don't have to... I can do that..."
Nemmeth held the swords close and stared at Clementine. "Just this once? Please?"
"B-But..." Clementine looked down and shook her head. "If that's what you want..."
"Sefi!" Nemmeth smiled, then looked at Talen-Jei. "I won't take long, mister. We should be able to go in a minute."
SecretRock
The Leader of the Pantheon
"I would say you class as 'anyone', which was who I was looking for. And only water please." Cassia reasoned as Arty popped his head over the counter. She slipped onto a seat in front of the bar so she was eye level with Arty and leaned forward a little. She rested her elbows on the countertop and her chin on her fiats.
She hadn't spent much time with Arty, in fact she probably would have forgotten his name too if it hadn't been short for such a long complicated one. She definitely could not remember that. She wasn't sure where he was from either, but she knew his long name was a cultural thing. Could people even remember their own names there?
"My name is Cassia." She added. He seemed eager to leave for some reason. And if Talen-Jei was eager for Clementine and Nemmeth to get up something must have been going on. She wasn't always here, but she liked to know what was going on around the guild.
"Is something happening around here?" She asked. Something has to be, even the town around was a little bit abuzz.
She hadn't spent much time with Arty, in fact she probably would have forgotten his name too if it hadn't been short for such a long complicated one. She definitely could not remember that. She wasn't sure where he was from either, but she knew his long name was a cultural thing. Could people even remember their own names there?
"My name is Cassia." She added. He seemed eager to leave for some reason. And if Talen-Jei was eager for Clementine and Nemmeth to get up something must have been going on. She wasn't always here, but she liked to know what was going on around the guild.
"Is something happening around here?" She asked. Something has to be, even the town around was a little bit abuzz.
PavellumPendulum
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It seemed as if Nemmeth really wanted to go. He supposed it was good of him to have asked then. Though it wouldn't be his first choice to bring her along on this type of mission, he didn't want to force their separation. He'd just assume that the Reseruza-Haerith border would be safe enough for them to pass without much effort. Hopefully the girl would be able to handle the trip. Surely she'd suffered worse in slavery, but that didn't mean he had free reign to force her to undergo a similar physical strain. The girl was quick to excitedly grab at a clean cloth and Clem's swords, off to clean them or something, Talen-Jei assumed.
With the girl gone, he turned his gaze to the mage. "Do you think she'll be alright? The trip will be about 3 to 4 days." He stated, "Er. I guess I shouldn't ask if we've already established that she's going, hrm." How typical of him to worry about things that have already been decided. Sigh. "I've spoken to Arty about perhaps coming with us to be extra muscle, though I will probably need to speak with him again." He mentioned, stepping towards the door.
"We need to prepare supplies. I trust you can handle everything you and Nemmeth need?"
With the girl gone, he turned his gaze to the mage. "Do you think she'll be alright? The trip will be about 3 to 4 days." He stated, "Er. I guess I shouldn't ask if we've already established that she's going, hrm." How typical of him to worry about things that have already been decided. Sigh. "I've spoken to Arty about perhaps coming with us to be extra muscle, though I will probably need to speak with him again." He mentioned, stepping towards the door.
"We need to prepare supplies. I trust you can handle everything you and Nemmeth need?"
Availex_Reign
Magic Eight Ball
Without a moment for any commoner's blink, Arty was swift away at scuffling around for water. He had to admit, the few days Talen-Jei was occupied with something, Arty did enjoy the work. Although he would much prefer to be out sailing the seas and catching some craw, the pleasant company that arrives is much acquainting. Sadly, though, their frequent night-dwellers at the tavern are much-obliged to their beds so early in the morning. He did feel somewhat left-out that the busier shifts were worked by Talen-Jei - he did get to meet so many amazing people, after all.
No, no, no! No time for those selfish desires - he had a customer to attend to! Er, well, teammate ... to get to. "Cassia," he repeated jollily, showing up at the bar with a bow, "...your aquatic drink." Arty stepped away from the bar as a small silence settled, combing at his hair with his hands as he noted his forgetfulness in putting them in their rows. Hmph... he needed to get that fixed before he headed out.
Then, Cassia's question peaked his interest once more. "Happening?" Arty immediately smiled, a sudden child-like light appearing in his eyes, "Oh yes! Something is definitely most happening!" He laid his large hands on the bar table with eagerness as he prepared to tell his tell with giddy laughter. "We caught a Madoran! - Oh, well, took one in, anyway. I'm supposed to head over with Talen-Jei and his accompanies in a moment. Isn't it just so amazing? I love new people!"
No, no, no! No time for those selfish desires - he had a customer to attend to! Er, well, teammate ... to get to. "Cassia," he repeated jollily, showing up at the bar with a bow, "...your aquatic drink." Arty stepped away from the bar as a small silence settled, combing at his hair with his hands as he noted his forgetfulness in putting them in their rows. Hmph... he needed to get that fixed before he headed out.
Then, Cassia's question peaked his interest once more. "Happening?" Arty immediately smiled, a sudden child-like light appearing in his eyes, "Oh yes! Something is definitely most happening!" He laid his large hands on the bar table with eagerness as he prepared to tell his tell with giddy laughter. "We caught a Madoran! - Oh, well, took one in, anyway. I'm supposed to head over with Talen-Jei and his accompanies in a moment. Isn't it just so amazing? I love new people!"
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Cassia was surprised by the news. Not only a Madoran being "caught", but the fact that no one was going crazy about it yet. Talen-Jei seemed level headed, but others? Not as much. Maybe the news just hadn't gotten around yet, which was probably for the best if there were spies or Madoran "officials" around. News spreading would just bring them to people's attention.
She turned as she heard the door open and Desdemona entered. Cassia didn't know much about her, but she seemed friendly enough. Though the smile seemed a little odd for the news that she seemed to have just heard.
"I was just wondering the same," Cassia said to Desdemona, shifting in her seat so she could face both the newcomer and Arty at the same time. "You said 'took them in'. How?" She asked. A normal Madoran wouldn't just have asked their enemy for help but it wouldn't be totally impossible. "It's not a warrior is it?" She added.
She turned as she heard the door open and Desdemona entered. Cassia didn't know much about her, but she seemed friendly enough. Though the smile seemed a little odd for the news that she seemed to have just heard.
"I was just wondering the same," Cassia said to Desdemona, shifting in her seat so she could face both the newcomer and Arty at the same time. "You said 'took them in'. How?" She asked. A normal Madoran wouldn't just have asked their enemy for help but it wouldn't be totally impossible. "It's not a warrior is it?" She added.
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"She'll be fine..." Clementine glanced at Nemmeth from over her shoulder. "And yes, you can leave that to us..."
Clementine clasped her hands on her lap and just watched Talen-Jei leave. She was almost certain that she remained perfectly stiff the entire time. Even after the door was closed, she still couldn't really feel her fingers.
Nemmeth tugged at her arm. "You okay?"
Clementine nodded and patted her head. There's no need to worry either of them, especially Talen-Jei. That was her job--at least when it concerned Nemmeth. And it made her head hurt. On one hand, Nemmeth's excitement was understandable; as far as she could remember, the little girl's never been outside since they arrived in Haerith. But, on the other, they had no way of knowing what would happen once they got there. Or even on the way there. Still, Nemmeth already decided, and she didn't really have the heart to shoot her down now.
"I am.. just..." Clementine bit her lip. "Don't overdo it, okay...?"
Nemmeth nodded. "Okay!"
Not that she needed to say it. Apart from the rag, Nemmeth had thick cloth wrapped around both of her hands and only unsheathed the sword little by little, as she went along.
Clementine giggled. "Seems like... you're used to swords..."
"Huh? Oh...!" Nemmeth covered her face for a moment. "I-It's nothing...! M-Master had me clean his weapons a lot..."
Nemmeth looked away and immediately went back to work, so Clementine decided not to disturb her any further. She just grabbed her staff from under her bed and stared at it. She replaced its Aurophylite some time ago, but she took out a couple more of the gems from her drawer and placed them on her bed together with her staff.
"Sorry for the wait." Nemmeth wiped her forehead. "I'm done."
Clementine took the swords. That was it for the weapons. All that was left were the other supplies. Clothes were easier to gather in that she just took whatever she first got her hands on. Nemmeth got a satchel and some bandages in the meantime. Food and drink were quite another matter, though.
Clementine stood up from her bed. "Nem... I'll just go and get some food... We'll pack when I get back, okay...?"
Nemmeth might not have voiced any objections, but Clementine still walked as fast as she could. Hearing faint echoes of voices, especially an unfamiliar one, from the tavern had her slowing down, though. The closer she got, the more it became clear that they've heard of their prisoner. She would rather just go back now, but she didn't want to keep Talen-Jei waiting for too long. She took a deep breath and tried to walk past them.
Clementine clasped her hands on her lap and just watched Talen-Jei leave. She was almost certain that she remained perfectly stiff the entire time. Even after the door was closed, she still couldn't really feel her fingers.
Nemmeth tugged at her arm. "You okay?"
Clementine nodded and patted her head. There's no need to worry either of them, especially Talen-Jei. That was her job--at least when it concerned Nemmeth. And it made her head hurt. On one hand, Nemmeth's excitement was understandable; as far as she could remember, the little girl's never been outside since they arrived in Haerith. But, on the other, they had no way of knowing what would happen once they got there. Or even on the way there. Still, Nemmeth already decided, and she didn't really have the heart to shoot her down now.
"I am.. just..." Clementine bit her lip. "Don't overdo it, okay...?"
Nemmeth nodded. "Okay!"
Not that she needed to say it. Apart from the rag, Nemmeth had thick cloth wrapped around both of her hands and only unsheathed the sword little by little, as she went along.
Clementine giggled. "Seems like... you're used to swords..."
"Huh? Oh...!" Nemmeth covered her face for a moment. "I-It's nothing...! M-Master had me clean his weapons a lot..."
Nemmeth looked away and immediately went back to work, so Clementine decided not to disturb her any further. She just grabbed her staff from under her bed and stared at it. She replaced its Aurophylite some time ago, but she took out a couple more of the gems from her drawer and placed them on her bed together with her staff.
"Sorry for the wait." Nemmeth wiped her forehead. "I'm done."
Clementine took the swords. That was it for the weapons. All that was left were the other supplies. Clothes were easier to gather in that she just took whatever she first got her hands on. Nemmeth got a satchel and some bandages in the meantime. Food and drink were quite another matter, though.
Clementine stood up from her bed. "Nem... I'll just go and get some food... We'll pack when I get back, okay...?"
Nemmeth might not have voiced any objections, but Clementine still walked as fast as she could. Hearing faint echoes of voices, especially an unfamiliar one, from the tavern had her slowing down, though. The closer she got, the more it became clear that they've heard of their prisoner. She would rather just go back now, but she didn't want to keep Talen-Jei waiting for too long. She took a deep breath and tried to walk past them.
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