The wind tugs at her cloak. She sniffs the air, the wind from the east brings the stench of the plaguelands to her nostrils and it's still strong even this far to Brill.
She clutches the letter from home in her hand. Their need of her is too strong now. Her tribe calls to her. She's ignored it, side-stepped it, and avoided it like the very plague itself. They need her and they need her now.
She has no fear of what she must do. She's been standing atop the hill near the zepplin tower waiting for the goblin to make his rounds to the mailbox outside of the tavern. Once the goblin has moved on, she walks into the tavern and up to the bar.
"It won't be long now." she says absentmindedly to herself as she leans against the bar and awaits his arrival.
Those In Need by Chaindog
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Re: Those In Need by Chaindog
by Abric
Abric's presence within Brill was almost clockwork. While many found it necessary to keep themselves varied in their schedule, he was not one of them.
About the time Chaindog finds herself situated at the bar; the innkeeper, Renee, stopped with uselessly cleaning the bartop to move to the nearby window to look outside.
Without a word, yet seemingly annoyed, she took her place back behind the bar, bending down to retrieve a parcel wrapped in animal skin and tied with twine. Moving to the nearest table, she set it down in front of one of the chairs, along with a non descript quill dug out from one of her apron pockets. Before she moved back to the bar, she made sure to take all other chairs from the table away, setting them aside.
Moments later, Abric entered through the front door. From around the corner of the entrance hallway, he found little interest or little concern to who was inside or to the situation of the area. His destination was what was just set up by Renee, and there he took the single seat.
Gloved hands moved to the parcel, untying the twine that kept it bound. The animal skin cover was moved aside and inside was a thick bundle of documents of varied type, size, and script. Set in front of him, Abric started to read.
Abric's presence within Brill was almost clockwork. While many found it necessary to keep themselves varied in their schedule, he was not one of them.
About the time Chaindog finds herself situated at the bar; the innkeeper, Renee, stopped with uselessly cleaning the bartop to move to the nearby window to look outside.
Without a word, yet seemingly annoyed, she took her place back behind the bar, bending down to retrieve a parcel wrapped in animal skin and tied with twine. Moving to the nearest table, she set it down in front of one of the chairs, along with a non descript quill dug out from one of her apron pockets. Before she moved back to the bar, she made sure to take all other chairs from the table away, setting them aside.
Moments later, Abric entered through the front door. From around the corner of the entrance hallway, he found little interest or little concern to who was inside or to the situation of the area. His destination was what was just set up by Renee, and there he took the single seat.
Gloved hands moved to the parcel, untying the twine that kept it bound. The animal skin cover was moved aside and inside was a thick bundle of documents of varied type, size, and script. Set in front of him, Abric started to read.
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Re: Those In Need by Chaindog
by Chaindog
A corner of Chaindog's mouth curls up slightly as a smirk starts to form. She remembers back to when Abric suddenly appeared behind her when she killing for the Argent Dawn at one of the farms back when she was but a minion. He commented that she wasn't watching her own back and she'd be dead were he the enemy. The thought of a silly comment about his predictibility stirred in her head for a moment.
Then the corner of her mouth uncurls. She glances over the bartender, never learning her name and then back to Abric. She then walks over towards his table and with one hand lifts one of the chairs with grace and fluidity. She gently places the chair backwards to the table and softly swoops into straddling it.
She recalls back to her long conversation with him in the past when she was trying to figure him out. While no direct answers were given, she believes she understands him at least a little. She chooses her very first word with care.
This word has meaning. It means different things to different people. Yet there is commonality to it. Those who understand this word may not understand each other, but they understand it's meaning. So recognition may be seen in each other's eyes. Even amongst sworn enemies.
Then again, she may have not understood him at all. Such is life.
With a soft, yet confident voice she says, "Truth."
A corner of Chaindog's mouth curls up slightly as a smirk starts to form. She remembers back to when Abric suddenly appeared behind her when she killing for the Argent Dawn at one of the farms back when she was but a minion. He commented that she wasn't watching her own back and she'd be dead were he the enemy. The thought of a silly comment about his predictibility stirred in her head for a moment.
Then the corner of her mouth uncurls. She glances over the bartender, never learning her name and then back to Abric. She then walks over towards his table and with one hand lifts one of the chairs with grace and fluidity. She gently places the chair backwards to the table and softly swoops into straddling it.
She recalls back to her long conversation with him in the past when she was trying to figure him out. While no direct answers were given, she believes she understands him at least a little. She chooses her very first word with care.
This word has meaning. It means different things to different people. Yet there is commonality to it. Those who understand this word may not understand each other, but they understand it's meaning. So recognition may be seen in each other's eyes. Even amongst sworn enemies.
Then again, she may have not understood him at all. Such is life.
With a soft, yet confident voice she says, "Truth."
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Re: Those In Need by Chaindog
by Chaindog
"Me going home for a while, me tribe be needing me. Me can avoid no longer."
She sees if that will get his attention.
(( Work, School, Family, Life are taking up a lot of my time. Hopefully won't be more than a month. I hope. Take care. ))
"Me going home for a while, me tribe be needing me. Me can avoid no longer."
She sees if that will get his attention.
(( Work, School, Family, Life are taking up a lot of my time. Hopefully won't be more than a month. I hope. Take care. ))
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Re: Those In Need by Chaindog
by Abric
Abric did not seem to be paying attention to Chaindog as she stood there, speaking to him. His undead gaze was skimming through the documents in front of him; one at a time. Some he put to the left of the original stack and some he put to the right. All manner of pages were in the stack, written in either common, gutterspeak, or goblinoid.
When she finally spoke her true purpose of speaking to Abric, her departure to assist her clan, did he respond - though he did not give her the benefit of a face-to-face conversation.
"Are you seeking my permission, Chaindog... or merely desiring a specific response from me to confirm or deny your choice?"
Abric did not seem to be paying attention to Chaindog as she stood there, speaking to him. His undead gaze was skimming through the documents in front of him; one at a time. Some he put to the left of the original stack and some he put to the right. All manner of pages were in the stack, written in either common, gutterspeak, or goblinoid.
When she finally spoke her true purpose of speaking to Abric, her departure to assist her clan, did he respond - though he did not give her the benefit of a face-to-face conversation.
"Are you seeking my permission, Chaindog... or merely desiring a specific response from me to confirm or deny your choice?"
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Re: Those In Need by Chaindog
by Chaindog
"Neither. Me giving you an answer before da question be asked." says Chaindog. "You be my superior. Me being respectful by lettin you know."
"Neither. Me giving you an answer before da question be asked." says Chaindog. "You be my superior. Me being respectful by lettin you know."