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[Ley]

The Pig's Foot tavern was a nice place with warm atmosphere. With customers came and go, Merv was sitting at a corner watching his tavern with quiet eyes. The place was noisy just like the last time Ley visited. People came here to have a rest and have a drink at the most popular tavern in Sunberth, if not, the safest. The Symenestra had already heard from Royce about shadier figures coming to the tavern at night. The man had already warned him not to wander around this place at night and he had agreed to do so. After all, he had no wish to be another body in the back alley. Stepping through the door of the tavern, he met the familiar face of Merv. The man smiled back at him after received his cheerful smile. "Still as usual, kiddo?"He asked. "Still as usual." Ley threw his fist at him, grinning from ear to ear. After coming to Sunberth, he had decided to settle down here despite the city's harsh living condition. For now, he had no intention of leaving. Having to get a job to support his life, he decided to become a bard, going around the city with his flute. Happy and contented with the simple and carefree life a bard had, he hummed softly to himself. There was a spot he always chose to sit when he was here. Having sitting down, he took a deep breath and sang the first thing that came to his mind. O' Wind, take me under your wings, so I could be your child Would you take me for a ride? O' Earth, be good and be calm, so I could sit on your lap Would you hide me when it rains? His voice was childish, clear and sweet as honey candy. He did good on high notes, occasionally adding vibrato here and there. Some were turning their head to where he sat with attentive ears, some were smiling, some looked dreamy. They seemed to like what they were listening to. Some of them left their tables and tossed him some coins. O' Fire, lend me your burning strength, so I could fight with my head held high Would you warm me on winter days? O' Water, tell me about your story, so I could learn from you Let me play with you, but please don't let me drown... Ley looked down and tried to gather the coins. When he looked up, he found people surrounding him, some were clapping their hands. And there, in the opposite corner of the tavern, Ley found a pair of familiar glistening eyes. The man worn his black hat that Ley never found him without, with white shirt and dark pants. He's Royce. Royce was smirking with much amusement in his eyes, hands tugging deep in his pocket. He slowly walked toward the boy with confident strides, eyes gluing on Ley. The Ethaefal somehow shined with an ethereal light, drawing eyes wherever he walked. Ley beamed at him and patted the empty place next to him:"Hi Royce..." "Hi Dra-Ley" The Ethaefal smiled back and sat next to him."Doing well?" "Yes..." Ley turned to look at the man, curiously eyeing the hat. He was sure that the man used it to hide his horns."How about you, Royce?" "Never better"The man was smirking again while gently bit his tobacco.

[Lenz]

10th of Spring, 514 AV

oocYour post is fine. Personally, I don't see my posts being this long in the future. I don't write much when it comes to socialization threads. That being said, I can't wait to kick off this adventure!

She dipped her quill into the vile of black ink, scoffing at the repulsive sound it made in protest to being drenched in such a foul substance. Lenz had been up the past few hours of the early morning pondering the various thoughts that came to her.

One night she had an epiphany, although she was fairly sleep deprived and couldn’t remember it now. However, that didn’t stop her from keeping a piece of paper and her quill underneath her bedroll incase other thoughts did come to her in the middle of the night.

And here she was, a somber expression blanketing her normally pleasant face. She was content, though her emotions were acting like the façade she wished they always were. Ideas rushed in and out of her head, the thoughts crawling down her veins in her arms until they reached her fingertips where they jumped the gap from flesh to object. The writing utensil she now held in a firm grip drew letters on a piece of paper no longer blank, but marred with the dark splotches of words.

She rushed her words, jotting down dialog, description and time as they formed in her mind. Then, she sat back and relaxed, tilting to her head to the side and listening for the crack that always came. Once she was satisfied, she began to read what she had just written.

There was a zephyr so redundant I thought the gods were teasing me. The leaves spun in rampant circles, rushing me by as if they were late for a play. The sky was wounded, pink and red scarring the sky with their elegance as the sun dipped behind the horizon.

I closed my eyes, accepting the fact that the sky was no longer awake. Glistening specks of light peered out from behind the clouds of the late hours. They were beautiful, but I remained adamant about my opinions on the colours of the evening.

“Be good to those whom are not in slumber,” I cooed to the twinkling dots of white. “For I cannot watch over you any longer.”

And with that, I raised my hand and waved goodbye, my consciousness leaving me in thick waves of neutral dreams and fantastical imagery.

“Whacha doin’?” shouted Ipisol from across the tent. She pounced on her guardian, scaring her out of her pants, if she had been wearing any at the moment. Instead, she wore her off white dress made from the fine material of raime.

“Don’t frighten me like that!” she warned sternly, but slowly changed her disposition so that it was portrayed in a more calm and playful fashion. “If you must know, I was writing. But now I think I will head off to get something to drink.”

“We have wa-“

Lenz glared at her suspiciously as she snatched her coat off the ground and slipped on her shoes. “I’m not meaning that kind of drink.”

She snuck out the tent door, saying goodbye to the child before traipsing toward the Pig’s Foot Tavern. It was more safe and reclusive, laid back and original in comparison with its rivalry the Drunken Fish. And frankly, the woman preferred it that way.

She passed buildings and slinked around corners until she found the building. She took a moment to pause, catch her breath and let a smile latch onto her lips before she pressed through the entrance doors.

She was instantly greeted by the overpowering smell of alcohol. The scent was so pungent that it almost made Lenz gag. She kept it in and continued to walk to the front of the bar, taking a seat a few feet away from a small boy and a man wearing a black hat.

She eyed them warily. Her heart ached slightly as she saw the boy. He mustn’t be much older than Ipisol, she thought to herself, cringing at the thought of someone so young being in a place so cruel.

She continued to watch them as a bartender strode up to her and asked to take her order. She declined all of his offers. For some reason she just didn’t feel thirsty anymore.

[Buras]

Buras was bored, there was no other way to put it. Earlier, he took care of Teddy, cleaned his tent, and gave his clothes a once over to see if they needed to be cleaned. He got that all done before the day really began. He didn't have anywhere to go, anyone to meet, or anything to do. So, he decided to find something to do. Grabbing his hat, Buras leaves his tent. He didn't think abot where he was going, he didn't have to. If you wanted something to do, all you had to do, was go to the Pig's Foot. When Buras walked through the door of the Pig's Foot, he was surprised at how busy the place was. Well, it was always busy, but it seemed more so today. Merv actually went out to serve a lady with red hair, that was the first time he saw the man out from behind the counter. 'Now, where is that seat.' Buras thought to himself, always on the look out for that comfortable chair he sat in when he first came here. As he was looking, he saw a man wearing a black hat leave his seat. Thinking that seat would be the one, he quickly went over and sat down. It certainly wasn't the right seat. But, he didn't see any other chair at hand, so he stayed. Eyes searching for something interesting or someone to steal fom, which ever came first, Buras stopped on the man in the black hat. He was sitting next to a kid, who was frantically stuff coins into his pockets. [i]'Now, how did you gegt all that? Oh well, coin is coin.' His target found, Buras leans back, gets as comfortable as possible, and waits for the right time to go and take some.