Post by Rayl Torien on Nov 11, 2009 20:23:39 GMT -6
After some time traveling, Rayl had left Laus and past through other Lycian territories, until he reached Araphen, known for it's marquess with a bone to pick against sacaens. It was on the border between Sacae and Bern, and he would have to take a brief pass through between Bern, and then a few days ride through Sacae, before he'd even reach the outskirts of Ilia...
Bern...he did not have fond memories of it. Elibe could feel it's rider's uneasiness, and shook the reigns as if to ask if something was wrong," Heh, don't worry Elibe, just a trip down memory lane." With this he continued his horse at a steady pace.
After some time more of traveling, he paid his fee for a room at a tavern, and put Elibe in the stables, and sat down at a table, pen and paper at the ready, as he began to jot down a story or two about Crowley: Hero of Elibe's bars, brothels, inns, and taverns...
Yurat entered the tavern. He may have been able to convince himself that he didn't need a bed, but he couldn't stop himself from getting food and drink. He ordered a drink before food and sat down to drink it.
Post by Rayl Torien on Nov 13, 2009 19:07:45 GMT -6
Rayl barely batted an eye when a sacaen had entered the tavern, but others in it seemed to give him a look of hatred: his kind wasn't fully welcome in these parts, and some were willing to resort to violence. But it was not the knight's business, and he had no authority in this area anyways: Thus was the flaw of politics. As he conversed with a man about some story about Crowley fighting Whales that were causing the odd waves around Valor, when a couple men got up from their seats, and stood around Yurat (who Rayl had yet to recognize.), and begun harassing him.