Shady Character [Open]

[Julian Rasfura]

The time is Spring 52, 510 AV
16:12, 16 Bells 12 Chimes.

On the cobblestone, the clattering of the wheels could be heard echoeing partially in the streets of the Kova's Wishing Well.

A tall figure walked, pulling hard at a cart, his long black robes flowing to his ankles. It was an apparent sight, like a giant void stalking the streets, making a noise unlike any other as he did. However, he was somehow popular, a few children following him, watching a small large eared fox following at his heels.

After a minute the great figure stopped, turning back to the children, his face hidden behind a strange oval mask of wood. The shocked children stepped back a bit, slightly scared of the strange man, but suddenly the shadow's size was cut to half, kneeling down to the ground.

Knowing they would not want to be near him, he instead worked around his robes, grabbing at a few identical figurines of his crafted selection and placing them down onto the ground. With that he patted the Fennec on the head, almost as if a way to ask it to play with the children, and so it did.

He continued to walk, leaving the toys and pet behind for them, knowing his little friend would easily catch up to him later. The silk rope from which he pulled the cart was starting to wear heavily on his hands, in combination to the hot sun above. Finally after having walked for quite some time, he stopped, resting his cart under a tall tree, it's shade covering it with ease.

He too relaxed, sitting on the cobblestone next to his cart, pulling out a waterskin from under his robes with one hand, lifting his mask and grabbing it with his other hand which remained firm in his robe sleeve and taking finally taking a long drink. He gasped for air after, having craved water and returned both the mask to his face and waterskin to his robes.

Now he simply relaxed on the ground, watching carefully the street from where he walked to see if his little fox would come running sooner rather later. His arm under the robes shuffled, feeling around for a second and sinking into his pocket of crafts, fumbling a bit before pulling out a small unfinished figurine. The arm that still remained in the sleeve darted inside, and suddenly both hands came out from the belly of the robe, holding the figurine in one and chiseling away at the wood with another which held a small knife.

His head quirked a bit there, a simple thought brought into his head, 'should I have told the knights about this knife too? I guess it might possible be used as a weapon. Maybe?' He shook off this thought, and continued with his carving, still eyeing the street once in a while to keep eye out for his companion.

[Eris]

Eris slowly walked along the road, her finger occasionally brushing against her dagger. She wasn’t feeling particularly alert, drained of all of her usual cautiousness. She needed this time to recharge – to allow her mind to drift away from all the blood, and chocked screams, and endless pursuits… Her job had begun weighting more and more on her, leaving her feeling hallow most of the time.

At least, she had something to look forward to now. She would finally get some time to herself to sketch - unperturbed by the worries of everyday life. Eris made straight for her favorite tree, knowing that it would provide her with shade and a perfect view of her surroundings. Suddenly, she noticed that her usual spot was already occupied. Stopping some steps away from the tree, she surveyed the figure sitting under its lush canopy. The man was large and covered in a black robe from head to foot, wearing a strange mask. Eris almost turned around. She’d had enough of suspicions individuals, clad in shadow. This was supposed to be a break from routine – not another reminder of it.

Eris was already readjusting the sketchbook under her arm, getting ready to walk away, when she noticed the glint of metal in the man’s hands. Her first instinct was to reach for her dagger, but upon closer inspection, she realized that the blade was a simple carving knife. And the man was carving… Eris titled her head to one side, her curiosity growing. She had never been able to pass up an interesting story, not since she was a little girl, listening to travelers’ tales at the local tavern.

Now, she approached the man, stopping a few steps away from the foot of the tree. “Beautiful day, isn’t it?” A terribly mundane way to start a conversation, but Eris was willing to be boring and polite if it meant learning something interesting.

[Julian Rasfura]

The large man remained silent, his carving knife no longer peeling away at the wood. Instead of a reply, his head seemed to sink into his shoulders as if to hide from the new person nearby. However, there was also some shuffling in his robes as if trying to find something. After a minute he found what he was after, taking a small wooden figurine depicting a small bird, it's eyes and beak decorated by small fragments of crystal out from under his robes in one hand.

Finally he replied to the person with a simple nod and holding up the small figurine for her, not even looking up to see who was speaking to him. At first it seemed to be just a harmless gift however, the hand holding up the small bird figure was shaking, almost as if a bit frightened. He obviously was not very good with dealing with people and his offer of the item was more like a way of begging not to be killed by whomever was speaking with him.

[John Vicari]

John had no thoughts on his mind as he walked around the city on break from the shop. His body had on his basic cotton tunic, pants, leather belt and leather high boots but no weapons laid on his body for a odd reason. Maybe it was the fact it was a peaceful or it could had been something else. Yet it was a teenage who lacked brute force so fighting was a bit off one would think.

He did not really pay mind to where he was going until he almost stopped in front of one of the trees where a large man laid holding out a object in front of a female. He thought the figure was human but he was dressed in head to toe in a black outfit but he had a feel of something that was far from a danger. Like a rabbit in a room of wolves.

"Hello..." John said softly as he came closer wondering if the female had done something or the other to endanger the man as that thought was not that far off. Was it?

The man had a wooden mask over his face but that did not stop John from being friendly even risking his body to keep the large figure safe if danger was afoot but he was far from a knight and the morals of a knight in shining amour.

[Eris]

Eris crouched down beside the man, trying her best to look non-threatening. The giant couldn’t be afraid of her, could he? She tilted her head to one side, examining the proffered figurine, but making no move to take it. To Eris’s untrained eye, it looked to be exquisitely made. Usually, she wasn’t one to like trinkets, but she appreciated fine craftsmanship when she saw it. Slowly, she reached for the bird, cradling it carefully in her hands.

“It’s beautiful,” she said softly.

Then, after a moment’s pose, she added, “My name is Eris. May I know your name?”

She was being formal, too formal for her own liking. But, somehow, she felt that the situation called for it. She was vaguely aware of someone else approaching, but at the moment, she was too focused on the carved bird in her hands to care.

[Julian Rasfura]

The dark robed man was about to reply until another call was heard. A young man with light brown hair and blue eyes was approaching, walking in a slightly strange manner. Again he could feel himself shake as he retracted his hand, leaving the bird to Eris and shifting again, messing around in his robes until finally he came across what he was after. He pulled out a small figure depicting a king, it's crown shining with the crystals laying into it. Though a king, the face was not created, leaving a blank expression on it.

As the young man approached he held it up shakedly, becoming a usual greeting for him. He had avoided the question of his name once more before suddenly he took quick action. Placing the figure down on the ground before the young man the robed man took knee, raising his height a bit. His robes flew open for a second as a strange brown blur darted across the ground, lunging at his chest and disappearing as the robes drew closed.

Once more he sat back down, a slight chuckle as his robes moved strangely. After a second he removed his hood, revealing thick messy brown hair. His mask remained however as another head popped up out of the opening in the robe near his ear. It was a small canine like creature with large ears and eyes. Both it's eyes and fur were a shade of brown, the fur much lighter then the eyes.

The little one peered around back and forth between the two people who his owner was dealing with, quirking it's head before the giants hand came from out of the center of the robes, resting on the creatures head and rubbing at the large ears of the strange looking fox. It was like a whisper, but much deeper, and easily heard even when muffled by the mask, "Oddu..." he said as the fox nipped at his hand ever playfully.

With that he returned to a previous task, reaching down for the king that he had left on the ground, wiping off the bottom of the kings feet on his beautiful robes and holding it up to the young man, this time much less fearfully, feeling a bit braver now that his little friend was by his side.

[John Vicari]

At first the young teenager was on edge as he saw the man stand so quick but came more at ease as he saw the small fox. His soft smile playing along his red lips as he knelled down as he came upon the man, his eyes upon not the king but of the man.

"You have no need to be fearful of me Sir. I am but a helpless person in the world of wolves." It was a lie somewhat but the large man had no reason to fear him. The helpless bit on the other hand was a lie but most thought of being weaponless was helplessness.

"I am John...You make nice wood work."

His eyes peered at the fox before holding his hand out slightly letting the pet sniff him if he had wished as he looked at the female. He saw her around the city a few times but nothing more then passing and maybe just hearing her in a tavern or such. Her name was far from his memory.

"Hello Miss."

Another simple greeting but a greeting in the end as he smiled once more. He was always smiling it seemed.

[Eris]

Her eyebrows jumped up as a small mess of brown fur darted into the man’s coat. The tiny creature was such a contrast to the man’s bulky form and yet, they seemed to exist in harmony. She turned the bird over in her hands, still fascinated with the elegant carving. Joel had tried his hand at carving once after seeing how much money woodwork sold for. Needless to say, the man abandoned the idea half way into his first piece. The memory brought a light into Eris’s eyes.

She acknowledged the newcomer’s greeting with a nod and a half-smile. He seemed vaguely familiar, but by now, so did half the people in Syliras.

Eris tilted her head to one side, determined to get a name out of the stranger, “Oddu… An interesting name for your companion. But you still haven’t given yours,” she prompted gently.

[Julian Rasfura]

The robed man was enjoying the company of his small companion, rubbing at its ears happily before the young man extended the hand for it, allowing it to sniff at it. It was discomforting for Julian who eyed the hand carefully through his mask before Oddu licked it. Thinking his pet knew best he then relaxed, not thinking the man much threat anymore.

After a minute Eris pried for his name once more which caused him to try and sink further into his robes, and he replied in the same whisper he used as he named out his fox. "Julian...Rasfura Julian." he said keeping a slightly proper tone to how he named himself. With that he pet at his fox once more before hiding his hands again inside his robes.

[John Vicari]

John almost laughed as he felt the rough tongue along his fingers and hand before the fox moved back to his owner's robes. His sister was the pet lover more then him but he could never find one that he enjoyed but did want to buy one later on or at least get one. He was more worried of income for them as they took Miza to care for.

"Nice to meet you...you know wood work like this could do well in this city. I know a few people who would love to buy it from you if you wanted."

His voice was always soft unless he was mad at something yet it was the soft as in soft spoken and not of a whisper like he was unsure. He just did not wish to raise his voice. "What brings you two in this fair city?"

The two was for both people and not just one or the foxie even if most did not add in pets when they talked. He on the other hand did like to add them as they were family to people.