Timestamp: 3rd of Fall
The rain finally has stopped its endless fall, and with it the unending flow of filth that had so filled the streets the day before. Work went as it did, this time him just finding a place outside the giant tent he learned to be one of Callik's, sitting in the roughly fashioned chair as he kept an eye out for any strangers that might want a look inside at some of the more select wares. It was a simple job, and easy enough to do as it put him away from the crowd that the tent tended to attract, but it was up to him to keep the rabble for bringing in any weapons. Callik didn't need a bloody brawl inside the tent quickly turning murderous after all, and made it very clear to Darian that it was important for him to check each and every person who entered.
From a group of people milling nearby, a small girl emerged from the shadows, threadbare cloak bundled tight about her as she walked unerringly towards him, and the tent entrance he stood watch over. She didn't seem like much, just standing at four feet five, and so very thin, but he knew too appearances could very much be deceiving. She stopped just a few paces from him, her plea frail features twisting into something akin to a smirk as she dipped her head into a low bow before him, before rising up once more.
"T'was told I could be finding something special here, something sure to draw my eye?" The girl stated flatly, her tone and the breathy air of her voice reflecting a hint of whimsicalness. A sigh begged to be expressed from the weary Darian, but he buried it and stood up straight, making no move to hide the gleaming hilt of the longsword strapped to his hilt as he walked the few paces between them. Underneath the drab cloth he kept as a mask, he breathed out slowly and silently, his body tensing up for what might happen next. It was always iffy with the folks who came to see Callik, especially the new ones who tended not to respond well to having to disarm. It made them feel helpless, lose a measure of pride, or some other nonsense and that tended to make them act stupid as he had learned well the other day. If they simply did what was demanded of them everyone would be happy and much safer for it, and they would of course receive their weapons afterwards, free of charge if they purchased something.
"I'll have to ask you to give me your weapons, Callik doesn't like the customers armed, a manner to protect the wares of course you understand" Darian rumbled, taking another step forward while he reached out and open his hand. A mixture of confusion, and anger crossed the woman's face as his own grew tight, already too tired to deal with any impertinent comment the woman was getting ready to spit at him. She submitted though, and in Darian's hand was placed a pair of tamo daggers, sheathed together leaving just the silver club to be placed in his hand. Quietly he turned around, but did not leave his whole back to her as he opened up the chest, and placed to dagger set in there before he turned around and moved towards her. "See now that wasn't painless.. stand still while I check you for any other hidden blades.. slips of the mind happen and I wouldn't want you to accidentally walk in with a knife and prick yourself" He clucked in a sarcastic tone, and almost laughter at the expression on her face revealing no small amount of loathing for him no doubt.
His pat down was brisk, and he came away from it with a Kukri the woman had stashed on her ankle, and so to did that weapon get tossed in the chest after he waved her to go inside. With the lock securely in place, he took his place back in his seat, his eyes going back to stare blankly once more. There was hardly any amusement to be had in such work, but he needed the miza's and Crow had insisted. The bonds of his predicament had yet to fully come over him but they were settling for sure, and it was hard not to think that he wasn't trapped in this city, that he had not the free will to go as he pleased unnoticed. Much like it had been in his youth, and with that he sighed. Such was to be the way of things.
The rain finally has stopped its endless fall, and with it the unending flow of filth that had so filled the streets the day before. Work went as it did, this time him just finding a place outside the giant tent he learned to be one of Callik's, sitting in the roughly fashioned chair as he kept an eye out for any strangers that might want a look inside at some of the more select wares. It was a simple job, and easy enough to do as it put him away from the crowd that the tent tended to attract, but it was up to him to keep the rabble for bringing in any weapons. Callik didn't need a bloody brawl inside the tent quickly turning murderous after all, and made it very clear to Darian that it was important for him to check each and every person who entered.
From a group of people milling nearby, a small girl emerged from the shadows, threadbare cloak bundled tight about her as she walked unerringly towards him, and the tent entrance he stood watch over. She didn't seem like much, just standing at four feet five, and so very thin, but he knew too appearances could very much be deceiving. She stopped just a few paces from him, her plea frail features twisting into something akin to a smirk as she dipped her head into a low bow before him, before rising up once more.
"T'was told I could be finding something special here, something sure to draw my eye?" The girl stated flatly, her tone and the breathy air of her voice reflecting a hint of whimsicalness. A sigh begged to be expressed from the weary Darian, but he buried it and stood up straight, making no move to hide the gleaming hilt of the longsword strapped to his hilt as he walked the few paces between them. Underneath the drab cloth he kept as a mask, he breathed out slowly and silently, his body tensing up for what might happen next. It was always iffy with the folks who came to see Callik, especially the new ones who tended not to respond well to having to disarm. It made them feel helpless, lose a measure of pride, or some other nonsense and that tended to make them act stupid as he had learned well the other day. If they simply did what was demanded of them everyone would be happy and much safer for it, and they would of course receive their weapons afterwards, free of charge if they purchased something.
"I'll have to ask you to give me your weapons, Callik doesn't like the customers armed, a manner to protect the wares of course you understand" Darian rumbled, taking another step forward while he reached out and open his hand. A mixture of confusion, and anger crossed the woman's face as his own grew tight, already too tired to deal with any impertinent comment the woman was getting ready to spit at him. She submitted though, and in Darian's hand was placed a pair of tamo daggers, sheathed together leaving just the silver club to be placed in his hand. Quietly he turned around, but did not leave his whole back to her as he opened up the chest, and placed to dagger set in there before he turned around and moved towards her. "See now that wasn't painless.. stand still while I check you for any other hidden blades.. slips of the mind happen and I wouldn't want you to accidentally walk in with a knife and prick yourself" He clucked in a sarcastic tone, and almost laughter at the expression on her face revealing no small amount of loathing for him no doubt.
His pat down was brisk, and he came away from it with a Kukri the woman had stashed on her ankle, and so to did that weapon get tossed in the chest after he waved her to go inside. With the lock securely in place, he took his place back in his seat, his eyes going back to stare blankly once more. There was hardly any amusement to be had in such work, but he needed the miza's and Crow had insisted. The bonds of his predicament had yet to fully come over him but they were settling for sure, and it was hard not to think that he wasn't trapped in this city, that he had not the free will to go as he pleased unnoticed. Much like it had been in his youth, and with that he sighed. Such was to be the way of things.