Open Beginning of Life

[Boopley Snoof]

1st of Fall, 515 AV Bo Sno strode calmly through the doorway to the Traveler's Row, nodding politely to the somewhat awed soldiers that were on a passing patrol. People of his size were not common, he knew, and had grown used to being viewed this way on his long voyaged from Lhavit. He made sure that his axe was comfortably and secretly situated under his massive cloak. There was no need to alarm anyone. The Knights at the gate had been nice enough. Though a bit suspicious of him at first, his fastidious attire, noble manners, and fat purse quickly assured them that he was as he said -- a travelling aristocrat. It took him a few minutes to find the front desk, which was being attended by an....elderly Konti woman, he believed. The cane leaning beside the desk is what determined her age for him. He helped himself to a seat, smiling kindly at her. "Hello Madame. I am in need of accommodations here. I merely have need of your most simple room...but I would greatly appreciate a room with an external door. Oh, and I shall have use of it for...this season, at least, with the potential for notice to be given if I deem it necessary to stay through the winter, as well. What payment shall you require for this?" The woman...Matilda Owens, a small sign told him....smiled kindly and leaned forward in her chair. "Well...at the rate of 1 silver miza a day, that will run you only nine gold mizas. Are you sure that you don't want a better room, young man?" Bo gave an appreciative smile, but waved her off. "No...at least not at this point. I have yet to secure an occupation here, and while my purse is rather full, I do not believe in useless excesses, and in this case I shall be comfortable enough in a simple room. As for payment..." He reached into one of the pockets on his trousers and fingered nine gold mizas out of his purse, "this should settle all accounts on my part." She took the money, put it into a register or safe of sorts, then produced a key for him from another case. Standing up slowly, she grabbed her cane and worked her way towards the door. "Follow me, sir....I will show you to your room here." He lept quickly to his feet, crooking his arm for her to take as added support. Taking it gratefully, she led him back out of the office, down the street for a few minutes, then stopped at a strong oaken door. "Number 113 is your room, sir." As Bo was turned the lock and then stepped into the room to survey his new accommodations, she added another inquiry. "May I ask your name? I quite forgot introductions while we were in the office. I am Matilda Owens...I run Traveler's Row. If you ever need anything, just come to the office and ring me." Satisfied with what he saw, he turned, took the hand she had extended for him to shake, and instead bowed low enough to touch it to his lips. Standing up straight again, he smiled. "I go by the name of Bo Sno. And it is an honor to meet you madam. If you could direct me to a good establishment for obtaining food...?" "Oh, but of course! Lets see...you don't seem like the sort of person that would go for the Rearing Stallion....a tavern...perhaps The Herald's Arms would appeal to you. The dinners there are quite nice affairs, though not overly pricey, and it has a lively atmosphere that might appeal to a newcomer like yourself. If you follow this street that your on which goes along the wall, you will go just one block to your left, then turn left, heading into the city. After only another block or so, you will see a rather attractive and new building built on much older foundations. The sign will read the name I told you. I hope you enjoy your stay." Bo bowed again. "Thank you again for your help. I hope you have pleasant evening." With her departed, he returned to his room, and deposited his small travel bag. He would settle in later. For now, he wanted to enjoy the evening. The Svefra trading vessel he had ridden upon was woefully low on entertainment. Before he left, however, he bowed and offered a prayer of thanks to Rhysol for a journey ended safely.

[Gile Askara]

Gile Ollpheist

Leaving Ravok hadn't been a particularly desirable even in Giles Life, though it had proven somewhat necessary fro a myriad of reasons. Though even less desirable than his egress from ravok was his landing in Syliras. Gile had spent his entire morning searching for a place of lodging all the while dodging the locals and any questions else they ask of his place of origin. Luckily, Gile had found his way to the travelers row without to much difficulty and had found lodging there just as easily. The price hadn't been to unfair, nor had the woman who ran the establishment. In fact the whole day had gone surprisingly well, it felt almost as if Rhysol was still protecting Gile even after he had left his city.

Upon leaving his humble apartment deciding on what to do with the rest of his day Gile spotted the innkeeper showing a man to the room that laid next to his, perhaps this was to be his new neighbor? The man was a suave sort, this was noticeable on the overly polite way he talked and the way he dealt with the elderly Konti.

Gile overheard the man asking the woman as to where he could get a meal for the evening, that, Gile was interested in. As the man darted back into his room to get whatever it was he needed Gile waited for the man to come back out of the room before falling into step beside him.

"Would you care for some company? if I'm not mistaken, you seem to be as fresh to this lovely city as i am. Whaddya say?" Gile wasn't overly cheerful in his greeting but he did throw a little enthusiasm into it, first impressions and all. Though Gile wasn't sure if he would like the fellow yet, he seemed a bit pretentious for the normal sort Gile sought company with.

[Boopley Snoof]

The man who so boldly addressed himself to Bo and offered companionship only came to a little above his stomach…his confidence was clearly quite out of proportion to his appearance. But…to comment would not be appropriate at this point. “Certainly, my good fellow. Companionship is always welcome when you are a traveler. Now, I was heading to The Herald’s Arms. From what I have been told, it is a bit more expensive than other options…if that is out of your price range, I would be glad to pay. I was also considering looking into whatever entertainment the establishment offered, if that is quite alright.” He slowed his pace fractionally to keep this new acquaintance from having to take uncomfortably large strides, but to appear as though he merely slowed slightly while speaking. The small man had an air about him…something that struck a chord with Bo. Quite an unusual thing to occur, really, but it was there nevertheless. His animal instincts were always on alert, so he attributed this sensation to them. Still, he hated how vague they often left him feeling. Knowing something was better than nothing, however, and he decided to do his prying after an appropriate period of time had been spent over dinner. “I go by the name of Bo Sno. And you are…?”