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Re: Treated in Kind IC

#31 Post by Ketzal » Tue Aug 20, 2013 7:44 pm

"Slavers, huh..."

Not really a surprise to Bael. Despite the bad timing, Slave-driving was one of the blackest markets around, and the most lucrative. As far as he knew, people had to pay big bucks to get a furry servant, with transportation, protection, and all sorts of made-up costs that the slavers came up with for a little extra cash. It was a dirty trade, though, not even one that Bael would find himself in. He didn't care about people, human or Keidran or otherwise, but he sure didn't like seeing people reduced to the wolfess lying on the floor, either.

That wasn't his issue, however. He had a goal when coming in here, and still did. At least now he had the client all to himse-

"Williamson. We need to talk for a second. Upstairs, As soon as is convenient."

He turned back to seeing the Basitin talking to the man, apparently ready to leave the scene and steal away Bael's next chance at a job. "Hey, what's the rush? Still got a bar here with a good few pints." He nonchalantly walked up to the two, dropping his voice a little. "Got a shipment with 'special' goods, am I right? Might need more than just Chuckles here to help with that."

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Re: Treated in Kind IC

#32 Post by Phantom » Tue Aug 20, 2013 8:53 pm

Fabien was surprised by her sudden outburst and was surprised to see her get up and brush him as side, apparently offended by his comment. 3...2...1...there she goes he thought, as he found himself next to human he had pick-pocketed earlier.

"[Well at least she still has her spirit. They did not manage to break that from her.]" he said with a sigh of relief.
He turned to face the man whom he had targeted earlier. Thinking he had missed his chance, and that this had now erupted which meant he had to rethink his plans. He heads back to his table where he picks up his book along with the letter. The crowd in the tavern seemed to be cooling off, some heading back out to the festival while others heading back to their tables and their drinks.

Fabien decides to try and figure things out in the morning, seeing as the man was busy and Fabien's headache was getting worse. He makes his away a cross the room again, this time stopping infront of the man. He ruffled into his pockets and takes out the mans coin purse, placing it firmly in his hands.

"[By the way, I believe this is yours sir. Best be careful around here.]" he said to him with a small grin and a wink before making his way up to his room where he sets down his book down on the dresser in the room and heads to the window to inspect the street only the find the festival was still going strong.
No... They won't be looking tonight, not with this many people around, would be dangerous. But they might not be far off. he thought as he looked outside

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Re: Treated in Kind IC

#33 Post by Ace5762 » Fri Aug 23, 2013 12:24 am

"<Yes, but we need to get those splinters out, help me carry her upstairs>" said Ms. Carpenter, moving around to take lift around Naira's shoulders.
"Abigail! We need a quiet room upstairs to take a look at her. I don't want to go dragging her through the festival and all" she called.
"Take ours for now, love" replied the innkeeper's wife

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"Ay, well. Looks like they're off" said Conroy as the sailors jostled past everyone, flexing his fingers anxiously. Criminal activity running amok in the Festival of beasts might bring attention to the other lowlives around town.
Conroy looked over his shoulder, snapped out of thought as Bastion approached him.
"Oh, well- I.." he began, before being interrupted by another man, giving him a odd look.
"Your ma ne'er tell you it was rude to be eavesdroppin'?" he commented.
And now his stolen money was being pressed into his hands! A slightly annoyed and a little intoxicated Conroy ducked away from the people around him and stood at the stairs.
"I'd prefer best not to huddle around schemin' down here, boys" he said "You meet me in my room at the end of the hall when when you're ready to talk business"


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Re: Treated in Kind IC

#34 Post by Gabriel of creosha » Sat Aug 24, 2013 11:45 pm

Rune took the entirety of Naira's limp weight unto himself, with a smile. "<The northern wolves are known for strength and endurance. We are targeted by people that would hunt her for this; Her pain is shared by me, and I shall bear her weight to the room we take her to.>" He began to walk up the stairs, all of his items in his pack on his chest as he carefully held her over his shoulder. he waited at the door he believed was correct and waited for the mage. "<Can she make a full recovery?>"
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Re: Treated in Kind IC

#35 Post by Fawkes » Sun Aug 25, 2013 4:50 am

Kaled just shook his head when the wounded wolf fainted from her exertions and rally cry.

"Poor thing, she should've listened and just let the healers do their job. Well, at least now they can properly heal her without her putting up a struggle." He thought as watched the two healers take the wolf away.

Then human that he had heard talking with the Basitin earlier explain to a few others that if they wanted to continue to talk business, then to meet him in his room to discuss it. Now was his chance to see if the man would offer him a job

<"Hopefully he won't think too ill of me for listening in, but I really need a job and he's looking for hired help."> The young fox said quietly to himself as walked up the stairs to speak with the human.
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Re: Treated in Kind IC

#36 Post by Stryder221 » Sun Aug 25, 2013 5:25 am

"And how would you know about that you damned eavesdropper!"
Bastion said irritably to the nosy human, forgetting the fact he had done the same, himself.
The fact that someone had apparently stolen from his employer (Though he didn't know how much longer that would be) didn't improve his temper any, either. Only the fact that the thief had returned Conroy's missing purse kept him from trying to haul him off to the guard.

Intending to question his employer, the Basitin quickly walked up the stairs after him.
If not that, then to at least keep him safe. He didn't trust the fox following Conroy as well.

Then again, he didn't trust anyone.
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Re: Treated in Kind IC

#37 Post by Ace5762 » Tue Aug 27, 2013 4:16 am

Conroy swung the door to the parlour open, raising an eyebrow as a clinking sound came from the other side of the door as it was opened.
"Ah, hm-"
He knelt down to pick up the white bottle that had been thrown aside and had leaked its contents over the floor. The smell of the strong spirit was pungent, and Conroy coughed loudly.
"Oh- Firelily Whiskey! I ought give a sound thrashing to whoever spilled this stuff" he said with a little sigh as he set the near-empty bottle aside. A maid probably wasn't going to attend to it, with all the commotion downstairs going on. He turned his head as the healers came upstairs, peering at the girl who'd come tumbling in a handful of minutes ago. Still unconscious, but at least not bleeding freely.
The others who he'd either chatted to, or had eavesdropped him we're coming up too.
"Alright, Bastion m'lad- come on in" he said, standing aside for the Basitin.
"You- saw you downstairs, too. Listenin' in. Answer me this: What colour are a tiger's spots?" he queried the young fox keidran who had arrived.
The question was ludicrous, but Conroy maintained a fixed expression and blocked the entrance to the parlour.
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Re: Treated in Kind IC

#38 Post by Chaosye » Tue Aug 27, 2013 4:55 am

Ms. Carpenter politely bowed to the innkeeper's wife, Abigail, "Much appreciated." Abigail threw her a key, and Ms. Carpenter walked around Naira. As she prepared to lift her up, Rune deftly swept her up before Carpenter had much of a chance for any lifting of her own, "<Ooh, eloquent and strong! Dear, I don't believe I've ever met a northern wolf before you, so do excuse me if I'm a bit fascinated.>" She said, as they went up the stairs. Approaching the room, it was the second to last room, the one closest to the parlor. Ms. Carpenter began unlocking the door, as Rune asked her. She shifted a bit from side to side, "<Well, I haven't had much of a chance to look at her. Knowing she's a slave, though, she must have been putting up with some sort of abuse for quite some time; I doubt she's had much to eat for a long time.>"

Her eyes followed Naira's battered body and somewhat malnourished form. Her hair was thin and dull, definitely providing an image of ill health. "<We'll be able to fix up whatever breaks and scrapes she might have quick, but everything else...>" The door unlocked. Ms. Carpenter opened it and stepped to the side, "We'll see how strong she is. It will take time." She spoke in Human. Maybe Rune will hear a translation error. Carpenter was there to mend wounds, not mend people. "<Just place her on the bed over there.>" She opened up the door again, "<Now that she's not in such critical condition, I'll be back with some bandages and forceps; we probably won't need anymore magic for right now." Just about to close the door, she opened it up a scratch and mentioned, "Oh! <If she wakes up, keep her there!>" And with that, the door shut. Ms. Carpenter looked at the gathering group of men and Keidran gathering around the parlour with a curious glance, but she quickly reassumed an air of professionalism and sauntered down the stairs.

Right when the door shut, Naira woke. Her eyes darted open with a sharp intake of breath, like one waking up from a bad dream. There was void in her mind during her sleep, however; her subconscious had been allowed to relax for at least a few moments. Her eyes scanned, uncertain of her environment, and plagued with the gradually lessening malaise of the recently alseep. "<Y...>" her dry mouth managed out, trying to reassume a position in the conscious world. She finally saw the northern wolf, standing next to her. She was on a bed. Her fatigued mind began to make very loose connections. Two Keidran + 1 bed =...

"<[censored]!>" She screamed out. Usually, the bed was substituted with a dirt floor in the events that had been grown into her mind, but unconsciousness was not an uncommon factor, and the principle remained the same to her. Naira tried to swipe at him, quickly and strongly, before a shock of pain ran down her arm. The splinters embedded in her back were beginning to run deeper from her exertion, and her arm quickly fell back to her side. The pain did prove to clarify her mind a minor bit, however, when she remembered who the strange wolf was. "<-Hnrk-, I, uh.>" She sat in silence for a second, the pain retreating from her arm. Naira was awake now. "<Sorry.>"

A better apology would have to come later. "<I'm just a bit... Not here right now.>"
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Re: Treated in Kind IC

#39 Post by Stryder221 » Tue Aug 27, 2013 6:01 am

The first thing Bastion's mind registered as he entered Conroy's room was an incredibly pungent, alcoholic scent. His sense of smell wasn't as good as a keidran's, but the odor alone was enough to make him cough.
"For the love of- That's definitely a strong scent... May I ask why am I'm smelling it?"
His eyes narrowed onto a small white, mostly empty bottle. Most likely the container of whatever made the stench that tortured his nose so.
"I see..."

The Basitin pulled up a seat, a glint of metal visible under his cloak as he sat.
"I must apologize for demanding a meeting like this, but it's somewhat important. But first, what to do with the eavesdropper?"
He was trying to find his own answer to that question when the eavesdropper in question had arrived.

Upon hearing the question Conroy had asked, he had forced himself not to laugh. The question was indeed quite ludicrous.
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Re: Treated in Kind IC

#40 Post by Phantom » Tue Aug 27, 2013 7:07 am

Fabien heard noises in the corridor. He strolled over to the door, opening it slightly and watching as the two men who where talking at the bar, as well as what appeared to be some eavesdroppers headed up into the parlour. He watched as the main man, the human who was looking for hands for his job turned round to ask a question to a younger fox a question, and upon hearing the question Fabien can't help grinning to himself. At the same time, a second group of people where carrying up the wounded wolf up into a room accompanied by the cleric and the mage wolf.

Fabien's expression turned more serious now, and he came out of the room into the hall, and watched as they passed. He remained silent and simply took note of which room they put her in. With a quick glance back at the others, making only short eye contact with the human at the door, Fabien returns to his room, picking up his book and going back to previous records, searching for something.

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Re: Treated in Kind IC

#41 Post by Gabriel of creosha » Tue Aug 27, 2013 12:00 pm

Rune stepped up to the wolf and checked her back. There was a very small amount of new blood from her exertion, but not much else. "<Your apology is understood. I can understand what errors are taken from such a situation as this. But please, sit down and relax. Your body is is little shape to stand and fight, nor am I evil enough to do that kind of thing with no consent.>" Rune decided he needed to show her proof and took off his cloak. His arm was now glaringly obvious, and scars on his back, arms, and chest were evident. "<My mother was a slave, and my father killed for being strongly willed. I was first owned by a vicious man, then by a much better man. My first owner took free will as insolence, and he beat it out of his slaves with a cat of nine tails.>" Rune could feel darker memories peeking forward in his mind, of a whip ripping into his own back. "<I was lucky to be sold off to a mage, and live in his service. But I made a mistake. I mistook his kindness as preparation for something worse. I planned an escape for months, earning his trust and friendship before running away in the night. I made some mistakes, and I...>" Rune rubbed his non-flesh arm. "<I Returned with one arm, and the expectation of being put down, sold to a breeder as a lame slave, or used in some kind of experiment.>" Rune visibly shivered, and continued. "<But. He didn't. He did his best to stop the bleeding, and instead made this arm. From that day I did my best to serve him, and I truly became his friend.>"

Rune sat down on the bed, near Naira, but enough away to give her space. "<I know what kind of pain you must have felt. The mistrust of other keidran, the incredible fear. But you can trust me. I would like to be your friend, or at least ally. As well, know nothing will happen to you here. If any fool attacks you here they will have to get through me.>" Rune nearly punched himself when he realized his stupid mistake. "<I realize I don't know your name, and have not given you mine.. I should have done such. My real name, is Magnus. Might I ask yours?>" Magnus sat in silence, waiting for the human to return, and to let Naira say her piece.

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#42 Post by Chaosye » Thu Aug 29, 2013 2:12 am

Naira remained lying down, but the shine of Magnus's silvery arm was clearly visible. A half-mechanical man was not something Naira had ever seen before; practically all her time was spent far away from the technological or magical centers of the world, and rarely did she have a chance to see such feats of machination. Her sensitive ears could hear almost every little creak and slide that his arm made in the nubile silence. At the least, it was a bit astonishing to Naira. Not only in the sense of technology, but in the sense of his attainment. His owner provided such a luxury? He was almost laughing in Naira's face. Of course it wasn't intended; but Naira was jealous either way. Naira never had an owner that wasn't 'vicious,' and here's someone whose owner replaced his arm without what seems a single complaint.

She was definitely growing jealous, with a considerable feeling of belittlement. Hell, she would have smacked him in the face right there if she could have. "<I know what kind of pain you must have felt.>"?! Are you kidding me? You don't know half of what I've-, went Naira's thoughts, too weakened to let them flow through her voice. But then, he practically pledged an allegiance to her. It was... a bit surprising. And clarifying. She really was not in much of a position to retort and rebel. Naira was very, very alone. Where is she, even? If she left this town, she wouldn't have anywhere to go. Yet, here was someone willing to devote at least some effort to her recovery. After such a long period of forced servitude, it was bit endearing, if in a bit of a strange and obtuse manner.

"<Naira.>" She hoarsely voiced, "<I appreciate it.>" She shifted a bit, to allow more space to Magnus, "<You know, losing an arm seems a bit more than a mistake. A mistake's tripping over a root and dropping an hour's worth of picking, that's a bit more major, you know?>" Naira held a bit of a strained smirk on her face, before dropping her head back on that wonderfully comfortable pillow. Of course, how someone lost their arm is probably a fairly sensitive subject, so Naira tried to reroute it a bit,"<Though, now that we're exchanging names, whose that owner of yours?>", with a bit of exasperation,"<Sounds awfully nice.>"
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Re: Treated in Kind IC

#43 Post by Phantom » Thu Aug 29, 2013 8:19 pm

After finding what he had searched for, he decided to go and visit the two wolfs later when the corridor was clear to try and see if he couldn't help her. He spent a good few minutes carefully planning out what he would say.
Perhaps now is the time to fight back instead of running.... he thought to himself as a feeling of courage began to take him, something he had not felt in quiet a while. Picking up the book as well as letter opener and putting it on his belt. Fabien then creeps towards the door, trying to make little noise as possible, and he opens it just a tad, enough for him to peer down the hall to make sure things where clear. Seeing as the hall was clear, and hearing only what you would expect from an Inn downstairs, Fabien makes his way down the dimly lit hall to the room where he saw them carry in the wounded Wolfess.

Before entering the room, he takes a moment to calm his breathing which has now jumped up a few beats. Managing to reassert himself in his mind, he knocks at the door calmly, and then opens it slowly to see inside the wounded wolfess lying on the bed with the other wolf beside her.
"I'm sorry to disturb you folk, I just came to see if you were feeling better." he said as he stood by the door, only half entered.
"I also wish to apologize for my comment downstairs, I did not mean to upset you..... it was just that I..... well...." he started before the words were lost to him. Drats.. he thought as he tried to remember what he had planned to say. As he stumbled for words, he grasped the book trying desperately to remember what he had planned.
"...I... I have know of others that were not so .... Lucky i could say." he manages to say.

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#44 Post by Chaosye » Fri Aug 30, 2013 12:41 am

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Magnus felt it was good she was able to talk, and decided to avoid the awkwardness of explaining why he wasn't wearing his cloak and put it back on. His face didn't visibly brighten much when she shared her name with him. He winced at her questioning his calling his arm a small mistake, but let it slide as she changed the subject, noting she seemed annoyed. "<His name is Howard. He has a home not too far from here with near a few other Keidran.>" He wanted to try not to seem as if he was some small child, showing off their favoritism by a pack leader. "<My first owner's name was Samuel. He had me until I was nearly 7. Then I exchanged was bought at an auction by Mr. Howard. That's the last I've seen of any wolves since I went into his service.>" He waited a moment before making a quick addition to what he had said. "<If you want I can get you some food or drink. You are probably famished, and I doubt bread and water are any bit as good as soft ale and meat.>"

Naira's ears perked up, watching out the corner of her eye how Magnus spoke. It began to make some sense why he was so formal and obedient; he was literally born into the position, after all. The name Samuel diverged a minor amount of attention, but Naira couldn't remember where it was from, and that attention dissolved when he mentioned food. He was right, she was absolutely famished. Nearing excitement, Naira said,"<That sounds->" The request was quickly interrupted by a coughing fit; the burning remained in her throat. Alcohol, of any sort, was going to be off the list for some time. "<Water and meat would be good...>" she said, in a softer tone.

The bed sprung up slightly as Magnus stood up and said, "<I will be prompt.>" As he turned toward the door, however, it opened, and Magnus paused. It creaked a bit, and gradually revealed the Fox who had unsuccessfully attempted to calm down Naira during her frenzy. Naira, however, only recognized the man as another part of the crowd, if rather matured and surprisingly bridled in comparison. The difficulty of what the man was saying, however, was considerably amplified for Naira. The quiet, faltering voice combined with a language that Naira was nowhere near fluent in created sounds that certainly resounded in her ears, but did not quite reach the necessary mental steps steps to being registered in her mind. Naira's eyes squinted in confusion, and she shifted her head slightly towards Magnus, not wanting to disturb the shards in her back anymore than they already were. She spoke, with a coarse tone, "<What's he saying? Why's he in here?>"
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Re: Treated in Kind IC

#45 Post by Fawkes » Fri Aug 30, 2013 4:09 am

"What color are a tiger's spots... what kind of tiger has spots?" Kaled asked as he tilted his head at the unusual question.

What purpose did this unusual question even serve, as some kind of a test of some sort or test of wit? He didn't know and as far as the young fox knew, there wasn't a tiger that had any spots on it's fur.

"Look I haven't the slightest clue what color a tiger's spots might be, or what this question even means, but I came here to ask you about the job you have. And yes I did overhear your conversation about looking to hire some help and I was hoping that you might consider hiring me. I'm no warrior but I'm more than capable of defending myself. Plus on several occasions I've done some courier work among other odd jobs here and there. So what do you say, sir? The fox asked, slightly nervous about his chances.
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