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Dezdin fared the two ladies with a proper goodnight as each one took their leave. From the way they both had said their farewells he double marked Aliz as the one to be part if not majorly affiliated with the Congregation. Her tone reminded him a lot of his companions from the years he had spent in the Sect, always rude and straight forward when interacting with others. It brought him back memories and it was nice to see again that resilient laid back tone she was exhibiting... not to mention the fact that as she passed by him he had been slammed by the Gohlar aroma. That was far more of sealing the deal than anything else. Did that mean anything in the end? Not really, it had just caught his curiosity to see a Sect member this far from the last closest settlement that he knew of. He'd more than likely offer her a ride in the morning if she was trying to get back to her home and if she didn't have a Gohlar out there somewhere in the ice.
"So, beyond that recent experience is that all you have for the day?" The Keeper, having remained silent through the exchange, had already poured another glass of the moonshine for the both of them, a standard expectation plastered on his face as he waited. Laughing through his nose Dezdin took another sip before continuing. "Did I tell you about those three weeks I spent surviving with the tribe of cannibals?...."
The night passed for Dezdin as he spent a few too many hours retelling his stories, and drinking, with his friend before he finally settled into his room. By the time day break had come the finishing touches to his tradition were about to play out. Like many nights before, after a retelling of his stories the following morning would come with a grueling hang over that would last at least until he was done eating his breakfast and drinking a few buckets of water. Letting out a groan as the light made his way onto his eyes he tossed away his blanket through sheer will, and slowly got up from his bed. It took him another fifteen minutes of leaning against a wall before he found enough energy to make his way to his door, while double checking he still had proper clothe on, and stepping into the main corridor of the Inn. The Keeper was already at his position looking none worse for wear despite having had equal amount of alcohol as he had the night before. Dezdin let a pout form on his face as he slowly paced towards the food already set out for him and a humorous bucket sitting next to it. "You damn monster..." he muttered as he slowly ate away without complaint. "Gives a hang over, but nothing to complain about stomach wise... that's a plus."
"You always try to look at things for the sake of your products don't you." Letting this out with a chuckle the Keeper, left him to his meal while preparing a few more things in the back, receiving a groan in return from Dezdin. By the time he had come back Dezdin was already back in his room, refitting himself with his attire and preparing to visit Hin and maybe talking to Aliz afterwards. Stepping back into the corridor he took a deep breathe before letting the smile fade from his face. "I heard the commotion. Fleet?" Dezdin took the Keeper's nod as an affirmative before creating a makeshift hood and face cover with his scarf and stepped out into the cold. It only took him a minute upon seeing the fleet to figure out where it was they were from. He had done dealings with the 8th fleet before hand and looking at the way the were swarming the infirmary more than likely they had gotten into a scuffle with someone else. Opening one of the canister on his belt he took a look at some of his less than superb make shift medical supplies that he had at his disposal. He hadn't thought about getting higher quality medical supplies at the infirmary while he was here, but now that someone else was more than likely hogging them his inner struggle set in. "Maybe next time." Closing the canister he started pacing towards the Smith's Shop paying no mind at the grunts that were eyeing him from a distance.
From what the Keeper had told him on their situation, there was little he could personally do to the give and take relationship that had been forcibly established by the Fleet. He didn't have much sway in the removal of the savage Gohlars that would massacre all the inhabitants of this small town if the Fleet wasn't around. What bugged him the most frankly was that fact that the Fleet was able to extortion their hard earned materials for a price that was ridiculously cheap and allowed for barely any funding for growth in the town. He swore that if this hadn't been happening the Inn would've become a hot spot hotel at this point by the way the Keeper maintained his life's work, poor guy.
Gripping the bottle of moonshine at his side and a glass that he had swiped from the Inn with his arm he knocked on the Hin's shop before stepping into the main room where most of the business was done. "Hello? Hin you up yet?" stumbling past a door, he over heard Hin's words,
"I'll wait until I'm instructed before attacking."
While he doubted it would get that bad he didn't put it past the man for having these thoughts, especially for how long this had been happening. He knocked once again on the wall before peaking into the room Hin was in while noticing he had company to boot. Dressed much like in the manner Shifra was he payed that little mind as he went to business. "Hey Hin, this might be a bad time for you, but I was wondering if you could check my gear for maintenance before I headed out for the day." He asked politely to the man, hoping that the presence of the Fleet wouldn't kill his business for the day. Figuring the Moonshine wasn't the best way to start off, he kept it hidden behind his back until he said yes or no to his request.
"So, beyond that recent experience is that all you have for the day?" The Keeper, having remained silent through the exchange, had already poured another glass of the moonshine for the both of them, a standard expectation plastered on his face as he waited. Laughing through his nose Dezdin took another sip before continuing. "Did I tell you about those three weeks I spent surviving with the tribe of cannibals?...."
The night passed for Dezdin as he spent a few too many hours retelling his stories, and drinking, with his friend before he finally settled into his room. By the time day break had come the finishing touches to his tradition were about to play out. Like many nights before, after a retelling of his stories the following morning would come with a grueling hang over that would last at least until he was done eating his breakfast and drinking a few buckets of water. Letting out a groan as the light made his way onto his eyes he tossed away his blanket through sheer will, and slowly got up from his bed. It took him another fifteen minutes of leaning against a wall before he found enough energy to make his way to his door, while double checking he still had proper clothe on, and stepping into the main corridor of the Inn. The Keeper was already at his position looking none worse for wear despite having had equal amount of alcohol as he had the night before. Dezdin let a pout form on his face as he slowly paced towards the food already set out for him and a humorous bucket sitting next to it. "You damn monster..." he muttered as he slowly ate away without complaint. "Gives a hang over, but nothing to complain about stomach wise... that's a plus."
"You always try to look at things for the sake of your products don't you." Letting this out with a chuckle the Keeper, left him to his meal while preparing a few more things in the back, receiving a groan in return from Dezdin. By the time he had come back Dezdin was already back in his room, refitting himself with his attire and preparing to visit Hin and maybe talking to Aliz afterwards. Stepping back into the corridor he took a deep breathe before letting the smile fade from his face. "I heard the commotion. Fleet?" Dezdin took the Keeper's nod as an affirmative before creating a makeshift hood and face cover with his scarf and stepped out into the cold. It only took him a minute upon seeing the fleet to figure out where it was they were from. He had done dealings with the 8th fleet before hand and looking at the way the were swarming the infirmary more than likely they had gotten into a scuffle with someone else. Opening one of the canister on his belt he took a look at some of his less than superb make shift medical supplies that he had at his disposal. He hadn't thought about getting higher quality medical supplies at the infirmary while he was here, but now that someone else was more than likely hogging them his inner struggle set in. "Maybe next time." Closing the canister he started pacing towards the Smith's Shop paying no mind at the grunts that were eyeing him from a distance.
From what the Keeper had told him on their situation, there was little he could personally do to the give and take relationship that had been forcibly established by the Fleet. He didn't have much sway in the removal of the savage Gohlars that would massacre all the inhabitants of this small town if the Fleet wasn't around. What bugged him the most frankly was that fact that the Fleet was able to extortion their hard earned materials for a price that was ridiculously cheap and allowed for barely any funding for growth in the town. He swore that if this hadn't been happening the Inn would've become a hot spot hotel at this point by the way the Keeper maintained his life's work, poor guy.
Gripping the bottle of moonshine at his side and a glass that he had swiped from the Inn with his arm he knocked on the Hin's shop before stepping into the main room where most of the business was done. "Hello? Hin you up yet?" stumbling past a door, he over heard Hin's words,
"I'll wait until I'm instructed before attacking."
While he doubted it would get that bad he didn't put it past the man for having these thoughts, especially for how long this had been happening. He knocked once again on the wall before peaking into the room Hin was in while noticing he had company to boot. Dressed much like in the manner Shifra was he payed that little mind as he went to business. "Hey Hin, this might be a bad time for you, but I was wondering if you could check my gear for maintenance before I headed out for the day." He asked politely to the man, hoping that the presence of the Fleet wouldn't kill his business for the day. Figuring the Moonshine wasn't the best way to start off, he kept it hidden behind his back until he said yes or no to his request.
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