Another uneventful evening...

[Ragnar]

Today Ragnar had been posted at the southern trading post for guard duty. It made no difference. Rarely did anything worth his time happen, so all he did was stand, almost motionless, and stare at the calm waters of the lake which made it all the more monotonous. He seemed to be the only one with that particular opinion, though. Time passed by quickly and when the day's work was done, he retired to the barracks to rest. As he lay there, he began to remember the day when a peasant attempted to kill him. Ragnar easily defeated the man, but refrained from killing him so that he could be arrested and publicly tortured. He never found out what compelled the peasant to do so, but the memory was almost enough to bring a smile to his face anyway as he drifted off to sleep. Almost.

The next day he was assigned to the docks. During his break, he headed off to the silver silver tavern to drown his sorrows as he usually does. He made a habit of coming in hopes of hearing a tale that would spark his interests from the local bards and storytellers, but to no avail.
"What will you be having today?" asked one of the barmaids.
"The usual," Stated Ragnar in his monotone voice, paying her 2 silver mizas. He was, of course, referring to his daily serving of common wine. It arrived shortly and, taking a long, refreshing drink, he sighed. After hearing a couple stories, he had decided that there would be nothing interesting here today.

[mmasonh]

Mason was a frequent at the Silver Silver bar. Seeing that he was a under-paid writer, evenings, and even sometimes mornings, of complete intoxication were normal. It even sometimes flew in random ideas he would have never thought of in his normal, sober state (though he was rarely ever sober, except while he slept) for a plot to a novel or short story he was working on. After plenty of pints at the bar, Mason typically stumbled his way down the street to his tattered shack just down the road, to retire for the night. Or, he just passed out at the bar, and was taken upstairs into one of the rooms for rent, then charged in the morning for his stay.

Tonight, however, Mason was happy. For once in his life, one of his novels had been pushed to a printing press to be sold throughout the Ravok region, instead of the store he privately sold to. He had ordered one, and only one, dark drink, and was content.

After a small meal of soup, Mason peered up from his table to look around at the crowd of the bar, which he had always been to busy feeling sorry for himself to distinguish. However, when he noticed a guard, by the look of the gentleman, at the bar, he felt like he had known the person before. Whether he had met him in one of his drunken stupors, or around town while he was at least slightly buzzed, he didn't recall. Mason approached the man at the bar, sitting down a couple seats away from him, yet well within earshot.

"So, how's it going sir?" Mason spoke up, after a few sips from a drink he had ordered. He turned to the rather intimidating looking person, with a emotionless face upon him, and took another sip.

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