Fall of the 40th 516av Silver Sliver
"I'm heading out." Benare told one of the slaves at the Nitrozian Estate. He was sure they would inform his father, so it'd be better off to tell them he was heading out openly instead of leaving without saying anything, he didn't want his father keeping tabs on him, and he didn't need his father to be controlling him like some little kid, though he's still his son, and always will be.
The slave nodded and picked up her dress and hurried off. Benare was certain that she'll tell him, and if his father isn't pleased, then be still wouldn't care, but he can't have his father find out what kind of work he's doing as a job.
Benare grabbed his Shortsword and left his shield knowing that he'll be better off without the extra weight holding him off, plus he didn't want the Stryfe to feel suspicious of him, he needed to be at a low, and didn't want anyone realizing who he is and what he actually does. It wouldn't be good for Benares reputation, and it certainly will lose his father's respect for him. He put on his cloak and headed out.
_About 30 chimes later _
Benare made his way to the dock Ares of Ravok. He remembered coming onto one of the boats and stealing the captain's journal of those who are targeted for death, Benare can't really recall what it all meant, but it was important for sure. The boat was gone now, it's been gone for ten does nonetheless, some of it's men still probably linger within the fractures of Ravok if anything. Probably still looking for that book.
Benare found himself at the Silver Sliver eventually, his hand resting against the pommel of his blade, he pushed open the door with it creaking and he simply closed it, his cloak flowed with a swivel as he turned around closing the door. It clicked.
The tavern wasn't as busy as Benare hoped it be, he wanted something to do at this point, maybe there's someone to talk to? Someone who won't be as annoying as a talking child. He looked around and noticed a beared man, the beard was roughly taken care of and he looked a bit older than Benare hoped to see, but nonetheless, he appeared to be someone that Ben might enjoy talking to.
The Nitrozian walked up to the man and asked him this, "may I sit down with you, sir?" Benare asked carefully. Looking at the empty seat across from Minnim.
The slave nodded and picked up her dress and hurried off. Benare was certain that she'll tell him, and if his father isn't pleased, then be still wouldn't care, but he can't have his father find out what kind of work he's doing as a job.
Benare grabbed his Shortsword and left his shield knowing that he'll be better off without the extra weight holding him off, plus he didn't want the Stryfe to feel suspicious of him, he needed to be at a low, and didn't want anyone realizing who he is and what he actually does. It wouldn't be good for Benares reputation, and it certainly will lose his father's respect for him. He put on his cloak and headed out.
_About 30 chimes later _
Benare made his way to the dock Ares of Ravok. He remembered coming onto one of the boats and stealing the captain's journal of those who are targeted for death, Benare can't really recall what it all meant, but it was important for sure. The boat was gone now, it's been gone for ten does nonetheless, some of it's men still probably linger within the fractures of Ravok if anything. Probably still looking for that book.
Benare found himself at the Silver Sliver eventually, his hand resting against the pommel of his blade, he pushed open the door with it creaking and he simply closed it, his cloak flowed with a swivel as he turned around closing the door. It clicked.
The tavern wasn't as busy as Benare hoped it be, he wanted something to do at this point, maybe there's someone to talk to? Someone who won't be as annoying as a talking child. He looked around and noticed a beared man, the beard was roughly taken care of and he looked a bit older than Benare hoped to see, but nonetheless, he appeared to be someone that Ben might enjoy talking to.
The Nitrozian walked up to the man and asked him this, "may I sit down with you, sir?" Benare asked carefully. Looking at the empty seat across from Minnim.
