Before Emma can walk up the stairs, the Inn's owner shouts at her.
"Oi. Where do you think you're going? Second Floor is only for those that are renting a room, and you're not one of 'em."
The Innkeeper is a tall, bald man in his late thirties, and he doesn't seem too happy with Emma going upstairs for no reason.
"Sorry. Didn't know that." she turns around and looks for a place to sit.
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Little Annie Feme finishes her apple and starts chewing on the core.
Stop that! her mothers whispers are now harsh and give a whip Annies emotions. She jolts upright, remaining seated, but loses her grip on the apple core that tumbles awkwardly on the floor and settles a few feet away. Now look what you've done! - Child, how can you be so stupid!!? Now just sit still and wait, look away from the apple, try not to think, hmm, and just look at the floor. Don't you dare draw attention to yourself! ...Forbidden girl... Just how many times do I have to tell you....
She grips the locket a little tighter, though staring at the floor with a complacent look that she had faked so many times before. Her thoughts go back to time when her mother was still alive....
Flashback: It was over a year ago, and Annie was watching her mother attend to a troubled man that had come to their house for some variety of treatment, not an unusual occurrence in that house. It was these occasions in particular that Annie had the fondest memories of, when her mother would act very differently than usual; kind and accepting - At least, that was a little lie Annie told herself often, when in truth, the fondest memories of her living mother was the day she died - But this specific memory was of a unique nature, as her mother had known this certain man for many years, equipping her with a reason to be more like her usual self; scary.
Annie watched on as her mother verbally abused this man, this frequent visitor, who Annie had come to identify with so well over the years. But her mothers abuse towards this man did not go unattended, since the man was just as harsh and abusive towards her as she was towards him. And that is why this specific memory was one that Annie resorted back to often; the memory where she watched in admiration of the only man who could talk to her mother like that, and yet live to tell the tale of glory -
NOW! her mothers whisper snapped Annie from her trance, Go, while nobody is looking, go grab the apple core and sit back down, but don't move too suddenly. Now quick!
Annie does as she is told, as best she could, and sits back in her seat with the core wrapped loosely in one hand, her locket tight in the other.
Now look around, silly child, do I have to do everything for you!? Find a waste bin or something for that!
Annie lets her eyes wander carefully around the room, searching for a waste basket of any description on the floor or in the other corners of the room, but restraining her range to distances that didn't seem like too big a journey to travel. There was nothing to be found, at least nothing within what she felt to be her range of safety.
Fine! You wretched brat! here mother snarls, Go ahead and eat the filthy thing, then!
Annie went ahead and ate the apple core, quietly, slowly, eyes gazed upon the floor, and chewing with her mouth closed.
A man in what appeared to be full armor, although some of it was covered by clothing, which seemed to have a symbol on it, one of the sun, walks down the stairs, and hands the innkeeper two silver coins, receiving some copper in exchange, before going and sitting down at a table, his armored head shifting occasionally as if he was surveying the room. He walks over to the innkeeper and talks to him in a low voice, handing him a silver coin, before heading back and sitting down again.
Chisille quickly ducks out of the way of the window as she sees some of the patrons in the inn looking about the place, especially the one that looks dressed up to kill. At least she could see that inside there was some small human with food, meaning there must be more around inside. If only she could get to it without alerting all of the people inside at once.
The building is two storys tall from what she can tell, or 'taller then the other buildings' in her mind. She looks at her claws. Small, sharp, white, short. No good for carrying her weight up to the top. Maybe she could find another tree or something that she could use to get up there.
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Judging from the strange people who were entering the building, the "guard" was almost certainly a patron. Likely harmless. The inn was probably a hotspot for strange people, and nothing more; and with any luck, they might know of a way to get atop the plateau. Cataria emerged from the shadows and stepped into the inn.
Once she was inside, though, she knew she wouldn't be staying the night; it was much too crowded and there were too many armed men to risk a conflict with. Worse yet, a fire was blazing in its hearth--the inn was much too warm for her to linger more than a few hours. She waved at the innkeeper as she walked towards one of the chairs further away from the fire; they were comfortable and well-made, at least.
Not wanting to leave the inn without paying for something, Cataria dug through her pockets to see if she had enough change for a cheap ale. Not because she wanted to drink it, of course; alcohol was far more useful as a reagent, even when diluted into a beverage. Her expression--not that anyone could see it--shifted quickly to disappointment as she withdrew her hand and examined her meager bounty: two copper pieces. Not even close. She stuffed the change back into her pocket.
Since the inn would be providing neither shelter nor sustenance, she would have to get the information she needed as quickly as she could. Most innkeepers back home would kick you out if you didn't pay for something after a while, and Cataria didn't know if this innkeeper would be the same way.
She surveyed the strange crowd for people who were likely to be knowledgeable about the surrounding area. There was a young girl gnawing at an apple core that looked like a street urchin, but had a deeply troubled expression on her face; probably not going to be useful. A man in traditional armor seemed to be surveying the room much like she was--the clothing he was wearing, however, seemed similar to things worn by cultists of a war god back in the Northern Lands. Could be dangerous. Most of the other people seemed to be patrons, here for merriment rather than adventure. Probably useless, but the natives might know something if they're sober enough to speak.
From the looks of it, the knight would be her best bet; maybe for information, possibly as an ally. She'd try the others if he knew nothing. Cataria rose from her position and approached him.
"Oy, knight," Cataria inquired in an inquisitive tone, "deh you happen to know anything about accessin' the top of the plateau? I have business there."
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From the looks of it, the knight would be her best bet; maybe for information, possibly as an ally. She'd try the others if he knew nothing. Cataria rose from her position and approached him.
"Oy, knight," Cataria inquired in an inquisitive tone, "deh you happen to know anything about accessin' the top of the plateau? I have business there."
The knight turns to her, the shadows concealing his eyes. She seemed to be dressed in rather strange garb, although that bandolier reminded him of some alchemists he used to buy potions from back in Lordran. He speaks to her in a rather rich tone.
"Unfortunately, nay. I arrived here last night just as the sun was going down, and I took shelter here for the night, as it seems to be the only place which frequents visitors. You seem to look like you know what you're doing, which, unless I miss my guess, is as an alchemist of some kind, judging by the bandolier. Come, sit down, and we can discuss. I am known as Uyir, yourself?"
There don't seem to be any guards inside the Inn, most people there seem to be people who haven't fled the town yet for whatever reason. The only people that look as if they're not just farmers are a person that seems to be a hunter, a young girl that just entered the building, and a person who seems to be some kind of mage, judging by the oversized wizard hat on their table. The Innkeeper seems to be shouting at a woman who was about to go to the second floor, but Jack has no clue what he's saying because he's outside.
"Ah, good," Jack mutters to himself as he finishes scanning the interior of the inn. Being caught this far into the Quarantine Zone, at a moment when he should be safest, would be one of the more careless mistakes he could've made, though it looked to him as though that wouldn't be a problem now. Stepping back from the window, he moves towards the front door of the inn, entering the establishment and making his way to the counter, giving a small salute-like gesture to the Innkeeper as he approaches.
"Greetings, my good man," Jack starts, "Might I ask what is on the menu at this fine establishment?"
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The Innkeeper looks at Boris for a bit, then sighs.
"That would be me. Do you even have money to pay for food? You sure don't look like a person who would."
Boris struts on over to the innkeeper, an ignorant twinkle in his eye, and pulls out quite a snazzy looking, brown leather pouch. The pouch has a few spots of blood on it, but the blood appears as not much more than a bit of dirt marking the oiled leather.
"O - actually," Boris chuckles, a little excited about his new found fortune, "I got me this coin purse just back on down the road a ways. Say, how much for a jug of beer and some hot beefy slop?"
He empties a few of the silver coins into his hand, attempts counting the amount for a few seconds, then gives up with a shrug and hands them over to the innkeeper, not having the foggiest idea how much he just gave him.
"Well, I hope that there covers it," he chuckles, a big smile expanding his smooth, round face; "and hey, if it isn't too much trouble, I wouldn't mind me a bath and one of your rooms for a few nights as well."
The knight turns to her, the shadows concealing his eyes. She seemed to be dressed in rather strange garb, although that bandolier reminded him of some alchemists he used to buy potions from back in Lordran. He speaks to her in a rather rich tone.
"Unfortunately, nay. I arrived here last night just as the sun was going down, and I took shelter here for the night, as it seems to be the only place which frequents visitors. You seem to look like you know what you're doing, which, unless I miss my guess, is as an alchemist of some kind, judging by the bandolier. Come, sit down, and we can discuss. I am known as Uyir, yourself?"
Cataria grinned behind her mask. No-nonsense. Good.
"Cataria," she responded, "and you've got a good eye; I'm an alchemist."
Cataria paused for a moment to take a seat. "I've been scavengin' through this town and only just found this building, so unfortunately, I only know as much as you. That said, this seems to be the best place to gather information, at least for me. Most locals outside would scurry when they saw the mask. But compared to some of the other patrons, I look normal."
Cataria grinned behind her mask. No-nonsense. Good.
"Cataria," she responded, "and you've got a good eye; I'm an alchemist."
Catarina paused for a moment to take a seat. "I've been scavengin' through this town and only just found this building, so unfortunately, I only know as much as you. That said, this seems to be the best place to gather information, at least for me. Most locals outside would scurry when they saw the mask. But compared to some of the other patrons, I look normal."
He snorted in amusement "You can say that again. I believe I saw a small dragon when I headed down here from my room, although it hid once it noticed me, and there is a man wearing a potato sack"
He looks at her "As far as I can tell, you're correct, since this is the only place I could find in the town that actually had people in it, and where there are people, there's eventually someone who knows a rumor about something. Would you like to travel together? Good Alchemists are quite hard to come by, and you seem to know what you're doing, unlike some Alchemists I've seen who mix random plants they find in the forest with water and claim it heals any wound"
He snorted in amusement "You can say that again. I believe I saw a small dragon when I headed down here from my room, although it hid once it noticed me, and there is a man wearing a potato sack"
The man hears the conversation unfold, but as soon as the other guy mentions him he quickly turns to the other guy, then turns away and decides to
sit down at an empty table and relax.
Boris struts on over to the innkeeper, an ignorant twinkle in his eye, and pulls out quite a snazzy looking, brown leather pouch. The pouch has a few spots of blood on it, but the blood appears as not much more than a bit of dirt marking the oiled leather.
"O - actually," Boris chuckles, a little excited about his new found fortune, "I got me this coin purse just back on down the road a ways. Say, how much for a jug of beer and some hot beefy slop?"
He empties a few of the silver coins into his hand, attempts counting the amount for a few seconds, then gives up with a shrug and hands them over to the innkeeper, not having the foggiest idea how much he just gave him.
"Well, I hope that there covers it," he chuckles, a big smile expanding his smooth, round face; "and hey, if it isn't too much trouble, I wouldn't mind me a bath and one of your rooms for a few nights as well."
"... I'm not even going to bother asking how you got it, it's not worth making a fuss over."
The innkeeper takes the coins, and looks at them for a bit, before taking three.
"Right. These should be enough for a meal, a bath, and a room, but you're gonna have trouble spending the rest of your silver coins. I doubt there's people around that can exchange them into copper coins for you, so you're gonna pay way too much if you use them to buy things. Wait here and I'll get you your meal."
The Innkeeper leaves to another room, then after a while he comes back with a tankard of beer and a bowl of soup.
"Ah, good," Jack mutters to himself as he finishes scanning the interior of the inn. Being caught this far into the Quarantine Zone, at a moment when he should be safest, would be one of the more careless mistakes he could've made, though it looked to him as though that wouldn't be a problem now. Stepping back from the window, he moves towards the front door of the inn, entering the establishment and making his way to the counter, giving a small salute-like gesture to the Innkeeper as he approaches.
"Greetings, my good man," Jack starts, "Might I ask what is on the menu at this fine establishment?"
After helping Boris, the Innkeeper turns to Jack.
"Good Afternoon. Though we're a bit low on stock, we have Soup, Stewed Mutton and Turnip, Bread and, of course, beer."
Chisille quickly ducks out of the way of the window as she sees some of the patrons in the inn looking about the place, especially the one that looks dressed up to kill. At least she could see that inside there was some small human with food, meaning there must be more around inside. If only she could get to it without alerting all of the people inside at once.
The building is two storys tall from what she can tell, or 'taller then the other buildings' in her mind. She looks at her claws. Small, sharp, white, short. No good for carrying her weight up to the top. Maybe she could find another tree or something that she could use to get up there.
There are a few trees near the Inn for Chisille to climb onto and try to glide to the Inn. Unfortunately for Chisille however, it starts raining heavily.
Name: Jord Artac
Species: Human
Appearance: Jord is a tall, muscular person with black hair and grey eyes.
Abilities:
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Emma sits down in one of the chairs. She stays quiet and observes what is going on. Thinking to herself that the tall man that just game in is annoying and rather goofy, she keeps that too herself though. Observing a strange red armoured man aswell, but she doesn't make it too apparent, she tries to fit in with those around her.
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There are a few trees near the Inn for Chisille to climb onto and try to glide to the Inn. Unfortunately for Chisille however, it starts raining heavily.
She looks up at the rain as it pelts down on her, chilling raindrop after chilling raindrop. Now she really needs to get inside more then ever if she doesn't want to catch a cold as well as starve. She starts climbing up the closest tree to the inn she found, using her claws to dig into the tree's bark as she slowly climbs up as high as she dares.
She shivers in the cold, taking a good look at her target before running across a branch pointed towards the inn, leaping at the last second and spreading out her wings to glide over towards the nearest open window on the second floor. Unfortunately for her the rain started weighing her down mid flight as it struck her all over, causing her to fall short of the window. With a second loud thud on the same building, she ends up with just her two front paws digging into the window sill and her back legs scratching at the wall in a panicked attempt to pull herself up the rest of the way.
"... I'm not even going to bother asking how you got it, it's not worth making a fuss over."
The innkeeper takes the coins, and looks at them for a bit, before taking three.
"Right. These should be enough for a meal, a bath, and a room, but you're gonna have trouble spending the rest of your silver coins. I doubt there's people around that can exchange them into copper coins for you, so you're gonna pay way too much if you use them to buy things. Wait here and I'll get you your meal."
The Innkeeper leaves to another room, then after a while he comes back with a tankard of beer and a bowl of soup.
Not really understanding the implications of what he was just told, Boris puts the returned silver coins back in his pouch. When the beer and soup arrives he finds a table still unoccupied and sits down to eat. It doesn't take too long to finish. When he is done, and no longer caring to pay anyone else any attention, he makes his way upstairs for a bath then to his room for a sleep.
"Would you like to travel together? Good Alchemists are quite hard to come by, and you seem to know what you're doing, unlike some Alchemists I've seen who mix random plants they find in the forest with water and claim it heals any wound"
Cataria considered his offer for a moment; he had his head on his shoulders, at least, and probably wouldn't be able to have obtained armor as sturdy as he was wearing without being a skilled combatant. The nonchalant way he talked about a "small dragon" was concerning--was this a case of suicidal overconfidence? ...or sarcasm? Cataria could never tell. At the very least, she wasn't expecting combat, and doubted that she would find a more sane ally anyhow.
"I'll take yeh up on that," she said after her pause.
Cataria briefly contemplated asking the innkeeper about the reason for the town's evacuation--in hindsight, he'd have had to been here since before the quarantine was established. Her thoughts were dashed, however, by the sound of an object ramming against the walls of the inn. The hairs on her neck rose as the timbers creaked uneasily. "You say you thought you saw a juvenile dragon, right? Might it be trying to take down this building?
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Cataria considered his offer for a moment; he had his head on his shoulders, at least, and probably wouldn't be able to have obtained armor as sturdy as he was wearing without being a skilled combatant. The nonchalant way he talked about a "small dragon" was concerning--was this a case of suicidal overconfidence? ...or sarcasm? Cataria could never tell. At the very least, she wasn't expecting combat, and doubted that she would find a more sane ally anyhow.
"I'll take yeh up on that," she said after her pause.
Cataria briefly contemplated asking the innkeeper about the reason for the town's evacuation--in hindsight, he'd have had to been here since before the quarantine was established. Her thoughts were dashed, however, by the sound of an object ramming against the walls of the inn. The hairs on her neck rose as the timbers creaked uneasily. "You say you thought you saw a juvenile dragon, right? Might it be trying to take down this building?
He sighs, the sigh echoing slightly in his helmet "I hoped it wouldn't be hostile. From how it acted in the brief time I saw it, it seemed more timid than brave, but I guess that I was wrong."
He stands up and walks outside, before turning around and looking at the Inn, seeing said dragon trying to enter an open window and failing. It seemed to be the window to the room he had stayed in, if he remembered correctly, and he chuckles.
He cups his armored hands to his helmet and says "OI! Dragon! Can you understand me?"
He sighs, the sigh echoing slightly in his helmet "I hoped it wouldn't be hostile. From how it acted in the brief time I saw it, it seemed more timid than brave, but I guess that I was wrong."
He stands up and walks outside, before turning around and looking at the Inn, seeing said dragon trying to enter an open window and failing. It seemed to be the window to the room he had stayed in, if he remembered correctly, and he chuckles.
He cups his armored hands to his helmet and says "OI! Dragon! Can you understand me?"
By this point there were numerous scratches on the inn's wall from her constant efforts to get up into the second floor. Nothing was helping her accomplish this at all. The rain was freezing so firing up a suitable flame would be harder, she was getting tired from the effort of trying to get up, her claws were probably stuck in the wood of the window, and what's worse all of this noise had attracted the attention of one of the heavily armoured humans from within.
Exhausted, she stopped scraping the wall trying to get up as she panted heavily. She didn't dare let go in case the human was dangerous. The human then spoke to her, just like the previous one, asking if she could understand him. She definitely could, but whether she wanted to let them know about it or not could end up getting her captured even faster. Dragons weren't exactly common from what she found while traveling, and english speaking ones were even rarer.
But she didn't have much choice. She was cold, hungry, tired and currently being watched. Bringing up whatever courage she could, she looked down at the ground below in defeat and uttered one word. "...Yes..."
By this point there were numerous scratches on the inn's wall from her constant efforts to get up into the second floor. Nothing was helping her accomplish this at all. The rain was freezing so firing up a suitable flame would be harder, she was getting tired from the effort of trying to get up, her claws were probably stuck in the wood of the window, and what's worse all of this noise had attracted the attention of one of the heavily armoured humans from within.
Exhausted, she stopped scraping the wall trying to get up as she panted heavily. She didn't dare let go in case the human was dangerous. The human then spoke to her, just like the previous one, asking if she could understand him. She definitely could, but whether she wanted to let them know about it or not could end up getting her captured even faster. Dragons weren't exactly common from what she found while traveling, and english speaking ones were even rarer.
But she didn't have much choice. She was cold, hungry, tired and currently being watched. Bringing up whatever courage she could, she looked down at the ground below in defeat and uttered one word. "...Yes..."
"Ok! I'm going to go get you food" Uyir walked back inside and asked the innkeeper when he was getting the meat he asked for. He walked back over to the table he was at and sat back down, waiting. The dragon didn't seem to be hostile, which was somewhat rare, and could talk, which he's never seen before. Undoubtedly it would be hungry, as dragons always were, so he had asked the innkeeper for meat, which didn't seem to be arriving yet
"Ok! I'm going to go get you food" Uyir walked back inside and asked the innkeeper when he was getting the meat he asked for. He walked back over to the table he was at and sat back down, waiting. The dragon didn't seem to be hostile, which was somewhat rare, and could talk, which he's never seen before. Undoubtedly it would be hungry, as dragons always were, so he had asked the innkeeper for meat, which didn't seem to be arriving yet
Finally her luck seemed to be turning around ever since she arrived in this place. However she still needed a better spot then hanging from the side of a building out in the rain, just in case it wasn't all what she was hoping for. She needed to get up into the window. With whatever strength she had left, she forced herself slowly and shakily upwards, straining from the effort before suddenly falling through the window and into the room with a yelp.
She didn't get up after a while, just letting her energy flow back into her as her legs and wings spread out on the ground. Rest was not a luxury she could afford though, there was too much at stake inside this place. From her position on the floor she looked around the room she had fallen into. The likelihood of there being a human inside this room was very high considering her bad luck already, plus she needed a place to hide should others come running.
"Sorry. Didn't know that." she turns around and looks for a place to sit.
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"Always drunk." - Nights
"He's cool." - Pi
"[INSULT] [INSULT] [INSULT]." - Sparky
"He's adorable." - Leere
"¯\_(ツ)_/¯" - Digits
Little Annie Feme finishes her apple and starts chewing on the core.
Stop that! her mothers whispers are now harsh and give a whip Annies emotions. She jolts upright, remaining seated, but loses her grip on the apple core that tumbles awkwardly on the floor and settles a few feet away. Now look what you've done! - Child, how can you be so stupid!!? Now just sit still and wait, look away from the apple, try not to think, hmm, and just look at the floor. Don't you dare draw attention to yourself! ...Forbidden girl... Just how many times do I have to tell you....
She grips the locket a little tighter, though staring at the floor with a complacent look that she had faked so many times before. Her thoughts go back to time when her mother was still alive....
Flashback: It was over a year ago, and Annie was watching her mother attend to a troubled man that had come to their house for some variety of treatment, not an unusual occurrence in that house. It was these occasions in particular that Annie had the fondest memories of, when her mother would act very differently than usual; kind and accepting - At least, that was a little lie Annie told herself often, when in truth, the fondest memories of her living mother was the day she died - But this specific memory was of a unique nature, as her mother had known this certain man for many years, equipping her with a reason to be more like her usual self; scary.
Annie watched on as her mother verbally abused this man, this frequent visitor, who Annie had come to identify with so well over the years. But her mothers abuse towards this man did not go unattended, since the man was just as harsh and abusive towards her as she was towards him. And that is why this specific memory was one that Annie resorted back to often; the memory where she watched in admiration of the only man who could talk to her mother like that, and yet live to tell the tale of glory -
NOW! her mothers whisper snapped Annie from her trance, Go, while nobody is looking, go grab the apple core and sit back down, but don't move too suddenly. Now quick!
Annie does as she is told, as best she could, and sits back in her seat with the core wrapped loosely in one hand, her locket tight in the other.
Now look around, silly child, do I have to do everything for you!? Find a waste bin or something for that!
Annie lets her eyes wander carefully around the room, searching for a waste basket of any description on the floor or in the other corners of the room, but restraining her range to distances that didn't seem like too big a journey to travel. There was nothing to be found, at least nothing within what she felt to be her range of safety.
Fine! You wretched brat! here mother snarls, Go ahead and eat the filthy thing, then!
Annie went ahead and ate the apple core, quietly, slowly, eyes gazed upon the floor, and chewing with her mouth closed.
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A man in what appeared to be full armor, although some of it was covered by clothing, which seemed to have a symbol on it, one of the sun, walks down the stairs, and hands the innkeeper two silver coins, receiving some copper in exchange, before going and sitting down at a table, his armored head shifting occasionally as if he was surveying the room. He walks over to the innkeeper and talks to him in a low voice, handing him a silver coin, before heading back and sitting down again.
Chisille quickly ducks out of the way of the window as she sees some of the patrons in the inn looking about the place, especially the one that looks dressed up to kill. At least she could see that inside there was some small human with food, meaning there must be more around inside. If only she could get to it without alerting all of the people inside at once.
The building is two storys tall from what she can tell, or 'taller then the other buildings' in her mind. She looks at her claws. Small, sharp, white, short. No good for carrying her weight up to the top. Maybe she could find another tree or something that she could use to get up there.
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Judging from the strange people who were entering the building, the "guard" was almost certainly a patron. Likely harmless. The inn was probably a hotspot for strange people, and nothing more; and with any luck, they might know of a way to get atop the plateau. Cataria emerged from the shadows and stepped into the inn.
Once she was inside, though, she knew she wouldn't be staying the night; it was much too crowded and there were too many armed men to risk a conflict with. Worse yet, a fire was blazing in its hearth--the inn was much too warm for her to linger more than a few hours. She waved at the innkeeper as she walked towards one of the chairs further away from the fire; they were comfortable and well-made, at least.
Not wanting to leave the inn without paying for something, Cataria dug through her pockets to see if she had enough change for a cheap ale. Not because she wanted to drink it, of course; alcohol was far more useful as a reagent, even when diluted into a beverage. Her expression--not that anyone could see it--shifted quickly to disappointment as she withdrew her hand and examined her meager bounty: two copper pieces. Not even close. She stuffed the change back into her pocket.
Since the inn would be providing neither shelter nor sustenance, she would have to get the information she needed as quickly as she could. Most innkeepers back home would kick you out if you didn't pay for something after a while, and Cataria didn't know if this innkeeper would be the same way.
She surveyed the strange crowd for people who were likely to be knowledgeable about the surrounding area. There was a young girl gnawing at an apple core that looked like a street urchin, but had a deeply troubled expression on her face; probably not going to be useful. A man in traditional armor seemed to be surveying the room much like she was--the clothing he was wearing, however, seemed similar to things worn by cultists of a war god back in the Northern Lands. Could be dangerous. Most of the other people seemed to be patrons, here for merriment rather than adventure. Probably useless, but the natives might know something if they're sober enough to speak.
From the looks of it, the knight would be her best bet; maybe for information, possibly as an ally. She'd try the others if he knew nothing. Cataria rose from her position and approached him.
"Oy, knight," Cataria inquired in an inquisitive tone, "deh you happen to know anything about accessin' the top of the plateau? I have business there."
The knight turns to her, the shadows concealing his eyes. She seemed to be dressed in rather strange garb, although that bandolier reminded him of some alchemists he used to buy potions from back in Lordran. He speaks to her in a rather rich tone.
"Unfortunately, nay. I arrived here last night just as the sun was going down, and I took shelter here for the night, as it seems to be the only place which frequents visitors. You seem to look like you know what you're doing, which, unless I miss my guess, is as an alchemist of some kind, judging by the bandolier. Come, sit down, and we can discuss. I am known as Uyir, yourself?"
"Ah, good," Jack mutters to himself as he finishes scanning the interior of the inn. Being caught this far into the Quarantine Zone, at a moment when he should be safest, would be one of the more careless mistakes he could've made, though it looked to him as though that wouldn't be a problem now. Stepping back from the window, he moves towards the front door of the inn, entering the establishment and making his way to the counter, giving a small salute-like gesture to the Innkeeper as he approaches.
"Greetings, my good man," Jack starts, "Might I ask what is on the menu at this fine establishment?"
Boris struts on over to the innkeeper, an ignorant twinkle in his eye, and pulls out quite a snazzy looking, brown leather pouch. The pouch has a few spots of blood on it, but the blood appears as not much more than a bit of dirt marking the oiled leather.
"O - actually," Boris chuckles, a little excited about his new found fortune, "I got me this coin purse just back on down the road a ways. Say, how much for a jug of beer and some hot beefy slop?"
He empties a few of the silver coins into his hand, attempts counting the amount for a few seconds, then gives up with a shrug and hands them over to the innkeeper, not having the foggiest idea how much he just gave him.
"Well, I hope that there covers it," he chuckles, a big smile expanding his smooth, round face; "and hey, if it isn't too much trouble, I wouldn't mind me a bath and one of your rooms for a few nights as well."
Cataria grinned behind her mask. No-nonsense. Good.
"Cataria," she responded, "and you've got a good eye; I'm an alchemist."
Cataria paused for a moment to take a seat. "I've been scavengin' through this town and only just found this building, so unfortunately, I only know as much as you. That said, this seems to be the best place to gather information, at least for me. Most locals outside would scurry when they saw the mask. But compared to some of the other patrons, I look normal."
He snorted in amusement "You can say that again. I believe I saw a small dragon when I headed down here from my room, although it hid once it noticed me, and there is a man wearing a potato sack"
He looks at her "As far as I can tell, you're correct, since this is the only place I could find in the town that actually had people in it, and where there are people, there's eventually someone who knows a rumor about something. Would you like to travel together? Good Alchemists are quite hard to come by, and you seem to know what you're doing, unlike some Alchemists I've seen who mix random plants they find in the forest with water and claim it heals any wound"
The man hears the conversation unfold, but as soon as the other guy mentions him he quickly turns to the other guy, then turns away and decides to
sit down at an empty table and relax.
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"... I'm not even going to bother asking how you got it, it's not worth making a fuss over."
The innkeeper takes the coins, and looks at them for a bit, before taking three.
"Right. These should be enough for a meal, a bath, and a room, but you're gonna have trouble spending the rest of your silver coins. I doubt there's people around that can exchange them into copper coins for you, so you're gonna pay way too much if you use them to buy things. Wait here and I'll get you your meal."
The Innkeeper leaves to another room, then after a while he comes back with a tankard of beer and a bowl of soup.
After helping Boris, the Innkeeper turns to Jack.
"Good Afternoon. Though we're a bit low on stock, we have Soup, Stewed Mutton and Turnip, Bread and, of course, beer."
There are a few trees near the Inn for Chisille to climb onto and try to glide to the Inn. Unfortunately for Chisille however, it starts raining heavily.
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Emma sits down in one of the chairs. She stays quiet and observes what is going on. Thinking to herself that the tall man that just game in is annoying and rather goofy, she keeps that too herself though. Observing a strange red armoured man aswell, but she doesn't make it too apparent, she tries to fit in with those around her.
Apparently this is what some of my friends think of me here:
"Always drunk." - Nights
"He's cool." - Pi
"[INSULT] [INSULT] [INSULT]." - Sparky
"He's adorable." - Leere
"¯\_(ツ)_/¯" - Digits
She looks up at the rain as it pelts down on her, chilling raindrop after chilling raindrop. Now she really needs to get inside more then ever if she doesn't want to catch a cold as well as starve. She starts climbing up the closest tree to the inn she found, using her claws to dig into the tree's bark as she slowly climbs up as high as she dares.
She shivers in the cold, taking a good look at her target before running across a branch pointed towards the inn, leaping at the last second and spreading out her wings to glide over towards the nearest open window on the second floor. Unfortunately for her the rain started weighing her down mid flight as it struck her all over, causing her to fall short of the window. With a second loud thud on the same building, she ends up with just her two front paws digging into the window sill and her back legs scratching at the wall in a panicked attempt to pull herself up the rest of the way.
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Not really understanding the implications of what he was just told, Boris puts the returned silver coins back in his pouch. When the beer and soup arrives he finds a table still unoccupied and sits down to eat. It doesn't take too long to finish. When he is done, and no longer caring to pay anyone else any attention, he makes his way upstairs for a bath then to his room for a sleep.
Cataria considered his offer for a moment; he had his head on his shoulders, at least, and probably wouldn't be able to have obtained armor as sturdy as he was wearing without being a skilled combatant. The nonchalant way he talked about a "small dragon" was concerning--was this a case of suicidal overconfidence? ...or sarcasm? Cataria could never tell. At the very least, she wasn't expecting combat, and doubted that she would find a more sane ally anyhow.
"I'll take yeh up on that," she said after her pause.
Cataria briefly contemplated asking the innkeeper about the reason for the town's evacuation--in hindsight, he'd have had to been here since before the quarantine was established. Her thoughts were dashed, however, by the sound of an object ramming against the walls of the inn. The hairs on her neck rose as the timbers creaked uneasily. "You say you thought you saw a juvenile dragon, right? Might it be trying to take down this building?
He sighs, the sigh echoing slightly in his helmet "I hoped it wouldn't be hostile. From how it acted in the brief time I saw it, it seemed more timid than brave, but I guess that I was wrong."
He stands up and walks outside, before turning around and looking at the Inn, seeing said dragon trying to enter an open window and failing. It seemed to be the window to the room he had stayed in, if he remembered correctly, and he chuckles.
He cups his armored hands to his helmet and says "OI! Dragon! Can you understand me?"
By this point there were numerous scratches on the inn's wall from her constant efforts to get up into the second floor. Nothing was helping her accomplish this at all. The rain was freezing so firing up a suitable flame would be harder, she was getting tired from the effort of trying to get up, her claws were probably stuck in the wood of the window, and what's worse all of this noise had attracted the attention of one of the heavily armoured humans from within.
Exhausted, she stopped scraping the wall trying to get up as she panted heavily. She didn't dare let go in case the human was dangerous. The human then spoke to her, just like the previous one, asking if she could understand him. She definitely could, but whether she wanted to let them know about it or not could end up getting her captured even faster. Dragons weren't exactly common from what she found while traveling, and english speaking ones were even rarer.
But she didn't have much choice. She was cold, hungry, tired and currently being watched. Bringing up whatever courage she could, she looked down at the ground below in defeat and uttered one word. "...Yes..."
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"Ok! I'm going to go get you food" Uyir walked back inside and asked the innkeeper when he was getting the meat he asked for. He walked back over to the table he was at and sat back down, waiting. The dragon didn't seem to be hostile, which was somewhat rare, and could talk, which he's never seen before. Undoubtedly it would be hungry, as dragons always were, so he had asked the innkeeper for meat, which didn't seem to be arriving yet
Finally her luck seemed to be turning around ever since she arrived in this place. However she still needed a better spot then hanging from the side of a building out in the rain, just in case it wasn't all what she was hoping for. She needed to get up into the window. With whatever strength she had left, she forced herself slowly and shakily upwards, straining from the effort before suddenly falling through the window and into the room with a yelp.
She didn't get up after a while, just letting her energy flow back into her as her legs and wings spread out on the ground. Rest was not a luxury she could afford though, there was too much at stake inside this place. From her position on the floor she looked around the room she had fallen into. The likelihood of there being a human inside this room was very high considering her bad luck already, plus she needed a place to hide should others come running.
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