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Legolas · 02-01-2009, 10:59 AM

Ydalon

At long last he shook himself from his reverie to find his plate empty and a waitress carrying a large ale jug trying to clear it. The boy let her, though she carried a stern expression and was the kind he could never convince to pour him anything without water if he tried.
As she carried her mothering frown away Ydalon was left to survey the tavern, and found it unusually quiet. He shouldn't be surprised, he told himself. They were probably in prison again. Like summoning meteor showers was an easy thing to do. His only concern was the settlement didn't seem to have any gaols. Surely they would have woken him to witness a multiple hanging?

With a scrape of his seat on the floor, he rose and ambled over to a familiar face - the bandit's. For one step he faltered, thinking he had the wrong man, but he had seen those same features malformed in deathly grimace while he was drifting on Isokla's spice vapours.

"You looking well," he commented, mounting a stool by the corner table.
"It's about time to round up the rest, isn't it?"

02-01-2009, 10:59 AM	#129
Legolas Jack Burton Join Date: March 31, 2001 Location: The zephyr lands beneath the brine. Age: 41 Posts: 5,459	Re: Antagonist’s Anarchy: Derived from Dianthus Ydalon At long last he shook himself from his reverie to find his plate empty and a waitress carrying a large ale jug trying to clear it. The boy let her, though she carried a stern expression and was the kind he could never convince to pour him anything without water if he tried. As she carried her mothering frown away Ydalon was left to survey the tavern, and found it unusually quiet. He shouldn't be surprised, he told himself. They were probably in prison again. Like summoning meteor showers was an easy thing to do. His only concern was the settlement didn't seem to have any gaols. Surely they would have woken him to witness a multiple hanging? With a scrape of his seat on the floor, he rose and ambled over to a familiar face - the bandit's. For one step he faltered, thinking he had the wrong man, but he had seen those same features malformed in deathly grimace while he was drifting on Isokla's spice vapours. "You looking well," he commented, mounting a stool by the corner table. "It's about time to round up the rest, isn't it?" Last edited by Legolas; 02-24-2009 at 10:07 AM.