Fenris
Howling Tempest
Her comment returned some of the mirth to Cali's features as he nodded toward the door. “Good company and fresh air, what more could one ask for?” Bee-lining for the door the rogue wove through the crowd with practiced ease; only every now and then he'd tense up, catching a quick motion from the corner of his eye. The night air was still chilly but seemed invigorating after the warm but somewhat stuffy indoors. Inhaling deeply Cali sighed, “And now we wait...” never the most patient of men he suggested, “would you enjoy a game of knives to pass the time?” It was a simple game, one that required nothing but a pair of throwing knives and a block of wood, but the rogue enjoyed it.
The night grew old and the face he'd been expecting remained absent, when the game grew dull Cali shared some tales of his past. He didn't mind admitting to larceny though the occasional justification was offered. With the morning sun soon approaching the white haired man had finally run out of patience and called it a night, apologizing for the lack of excitement.
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Having slept well into the day there was little reason not to simply stay another night; besides it felt like something was brewing and for an opportunist the state of chaos following great events was always lucrative.
Sitting at the bar Cali felt uncharacteristically remorseful for having dragged Joselyn out of the lively tavern to chase ghosts of his past. With any luck the meal he'd ordered earlier would make him feel better. However, there was no such luck as heavy footsteps approached from behind, from the sound it must have been two rather burly or perhaps just fat men.
“Maleth? We'd like a word with you.” The request prompted Caliban to take a sudden interest in the empty cup on the counter, keeping the men to his back. “Apologies, I'm rather busy...” the rogue paused gave a silent curse and then correct himself, “waiting for someone, perhaps later?” Obviously that was not what the two had wanted to hear as one reached out to roughly place a hand on Cali's shoulder.
The night grew old and the face he'd been expecting remained absent, when the game grew dull Cali shared some tales of his past. He didn't mind admitting to larceny though the occasional justification was offered. With the morning sun soon approaching the white haired man had finally run out of patience and called it a night, apologizing for the lack of excitement.
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Having slept well into the day there was little reason not to simply stay another night; besides it felt like something was brewing and for an opportunist the state of chaos following great events was always lucrative.
Sitting at the bar Cali felt uncharacteristically remorseful for having dragged Joselyn out of the lively tavern to chase ghosts of his past. With any luck the meal he'd ordered earlier would make him feel better. However, there was no such luck as heavy footsteps approached from behind, from the sound it must have been two rather burly or perhaps just fat men.
“Maleth? We'd like a word with you.” The request prompted Caliban to take a sudden interest in the empty cup on the counter, keeping the men to his back. “Apologies, I'm rather busy...” the rogue paused gave a silent curse and then correct himself, “waiting for someone, perhaps later?” Obviously that was not what the two had wanted to hear as one reached out to roughly place a hand on Cali's shoulder.