Kearn O'Sorley
Rogue
Posts: 44
Profession: Bard and traveling dogooder
OoC Alias: Feldsky
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Post by Kearn O'Sorley on Jan 17, 2016 12:47:30 GMT -6
The sun was bright, the sky clear, and a gentle wind was blowing in off the ocean in the port city of Badon, Lycia. A deceptively quiet appearance broken by intermittent bouts of laughter, joys of victory, and groans of defeat as the clientele kept themselves occupied in the taverns up and down the streets. Even cheers and roars from the city's arena managed to slip out into the lively streets packed with stalls.
The lanky broomstick of a man ran his hands back through his short spiky hair as he re situated his instument cases over his shoulder. He looked around and considered the population around him. Alot of people here were known to have a rugged independant streak. Not all, but more than a few people here were known to be proud and reckless. He even knew a few of them by reputation. Some sailors. Some arena champions. All proud citizens of Badon.... His wandering feet had led him here, and now he had a few things to be about here. He'd heard a few tips of information in his time here, but gathering more knowledge of the area would always do well. Getting a little fame and notoriety around the area would be a nice start to his time here as well.
He scouted around a little, finally finding a corner near a tavern and just a little way away from the arena. This spot would suit him well, and he doubted the other small stall vendors nearby would mind his company too much. He smiled and nodded to a few of them as he set up, dropping his bags back off the road and laying his cloak down on the ground nearby. He took his lute out and started tuning it quietly to himself as people went by, nudging the case open and onto his cloak with a deft kick, ready to receive donations from the charitable. He hummed to himself quietly, as he watched the day unfold and prepped his show. Right then, the crowds were gathering in front of the arena, but how many of the walkers in the street would he draw off with his performance?
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Post by Seoras Ahlstan on Jan 17, 2016 13:44:14 GMT -6
Seoras had been traveling for days now, his fathers tears and cries of anger still ringing through his head. The fainting image of his mother collapsed to her knees, hugging his fathers legs as she pleaded for Seoras not to leave home. Still fighting his decision, he chose to venture towards Badon. Knowing it was a port city, it would be a great place to find his first job as a hero to be! However, the big city was vastly different then he thought. See, he came from a small hamlet outside of Santaruz, he never saw the big city, and his first time seeing one was... extraordinary!
Bumbling through the streets of Badon he saw all kinds of characters, and happenings. The ships by the docks were beautiful, the architecture of the buildings were fantastic, and the people were colorful. Everything about Badon was just truly amazing in Seoras's eyes. This was what he was fighting for; this is what he has given up everything he knew loved for. Cities like this, people and their joy; these were all things Seoras wanted to protect. This was why he fought, and what he fought for.
Continuing his sight seeing of the city, he came across a man tuning his lute. His mother had played several instruments, a byproduct of being brought up as a merchants daughter; she had to be just as refined as a noble girl would be, and so she taught all of her children how to play music. Seoras however, was only slightly above beginner, maybe even average with the lute, as he preferred playing soldier with his brothers more then playing music. The man had an open case beside him, to which Seoras did not understand the meaning of, and so he remained quiet and simply waited to hear him play. Not wanting to be in the way of foot traffic he stood off to the left side of the lute man. Why did he stop here? Seoras didn't really know, but he felt that it was were he was supposed to be you know? That odd feeling you get sometimes, when you realize that you are where you are meant to be, or odd impulses that might guide you somewhere and you end up experiencing something great.
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Ichabod
Priest
Posts: 16
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Ichabod on Jan 17, 2016 17:36:14 GMT -6
A shock of purple hair shouldered its way through the crowded streets. Ichabod had always had a certain small fondness for cities, but he'd have preferred if they all had only half their population. He was often the largest man on any given street, but people far smaller than he had no problem ramming right into him. After about twenty minutes as a pedestrian, he'd decided to stop getting out of people's way. They could fall flat on their ass for all he cared, it would serve them right. When a man his size walked up to you, you moved. The day he met someone who was six and a half feet off the ground and a broad as a bear he would get out of the way no problem, but here he had naught but thin people who expected him to accommodate him.
As he was angrily making his way through the crowd, the burly man spied near one of the stalls something akin to a mirror. He stopped in his tracks. His hair was a mess. He pushed it back first, then tried moving the bit in the front to the side. Better, but still not as good as it could be. He'd have to put some of his pomade in later. Turning away from the stand he continued down the street, knocking shoulders with a thin merchant a few inches taller than him. The man opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it when Ichabod stared him down.
The purple haired healer then spied a sight he wouldn't mind sticking around to watch. It was a man, dirty blonde hair, tuning a lute. His hand reached around his back, to where his lute hung hidden behind his cloak, but then he brought the hand back out empty. The man was looking to raise some coin, Ichabod could respect that. If he was no good, Ichabod would let him play in peace. If he was good, Ichabod would have to perform an impromptu duet. It was what any self respecting musician would do. So, he merely crossed his arms, a slight smile at the edge of his mouth, and watched.
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Post by Agni Bakittorn on Jan 19, 2016 15:41:37 GMT -6
Agni yawned dramatically, and rubbed the sleep out of her face. Hearing the regular hustle and bustle of a city, she opened her eyes and realized that she was in fact in a tree. She blinked, confused, and then remembered her nightly journey into the city and climbing into the branches to sleep, rather than pay for an inn. Agni untied and lifted her pack from the branch, and slid around to climb down. A child shrieked as she landed next to him and ran from his own hiding spot to his friends. Agni giggled and made her way deeper into town. She had to find some sort of bulletin board or direction of some kind to further her journey. She paused at a stall, and picked up a pure white feather that shimmered, the stalls keeper exclaimed at Agni's eye and that the feather was from a Pegasus, and made for perfect arrow flight. Agni started, wondering how the vendor knew and then realized her quiver and bow were strapped on her back. She blushed and put the feather back apologizing and scooting farther into town. With so many vendors out, it was difficult for her to see where she was headed and so she tried to map the streets in her head. She patted a child's shoulder to move so she could scoot through a thin alleyway, and slipped into it deftly.
Upon exiting she nearly ran into a tall boy her age with purple hair and the smell of hay, Agni yelps and twists herself around to miss running into him and smacks her back on the building behind her. "s-sorry!"
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Kearn O'Sorley
Rogue
Posts: 44
Profession: Bard and traveling dogooder
OoC Alias: Feldsky
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Post by Kearn O'Sorley on Jan 19, 2016 20:17:05 GMT -6
{The Minstrels of Mayhem - Johnny Jump Up (with Lyrics) - Now}https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2tt2xaxcErc&feature=player_embedded Kearn didn't rush his set up. Suspense was a part of his game, though without people aware of his reputation it was mostly suspense for his own game. He saw a few people looking on already. He grinned at those gathered as if there was a grand joke afoot, and he was awaiting the punch line. He played with the strings some more, tossed a couple of marks into his instrument case, and then one ore for good measure, and then readied himself. He closed his eyes for a moment and centered himself, then started playing without any warning. He quickly built up momentum, playing quickly and loudly enough to gather attention from clear across the road, and when he started singing his voice exploded out of his mouth with a force of raucous personality. The song he'd picked for this occasion was a lively tune. A favorite folk tune from all across the bars of Elibe. It seemed to match perfectly with the rebellious freedom and carefree attitude that the people of Badon seemed to carry with them. As the he played, Kearn wasn't still. A song like this pratically demanded a dancing accompaniment with it, and Kearn's unclassical training could definitely oblige the need. He'd trained with his father in Caelin. Even joined him in playing for some of the official celebrations. They'd never stayed still when playing and singing then, instead dancing across the stage. He didn't have a stage or an abundance of room to move here, but as he played and moved back and forth near his lute case, the gathering people from around him started to make an impromptu stage. Some even got into it a little more and started to sing along, or clap as it went. Kearn smiled as he sang. This was what it was about to enjoy life.
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Post by Seoras Ahlstan on Jan 20, 2016 19:16:56 GMT -6
Seoras was just standing there minding his own business, when a Bonnie lass just had to go and almost run into him. Instinctively, he extended his arms out to catch her, and stop her from colliding with the ground! Some people just don't know how to have balance apparently.
"Whoa there! Are you alright miss?"
As that extremely awkward moment carried on, the bard had finished prepping his lute, and stood up. What came from him next startled Seo slightly, the song the bard began playing was a family favorite of his brothers and father's influence. They had even learned the lyrics, and how to play it! Although Seoras's mother did not approve of such songs. She cared more for classical and less... tavern oriented music. Memories of Seoras's parents and siblings began to flood back as he struggled for a good second to not jump down that particular rabbit hole. He couldn't help but feel an emotional uplifting as the bard got farther through the song, and so he began stomping the butt of his spear in rhythm.
Strapping his spear to his back he would ask the Lass,"Miss? Would you like to dance with me? That is... if you think you have your balance back, or at least enough to dance?", Trying not to blush, while offering, Seoras stood straight and looked the girl dead in the eyes. His hand was extended out towards her with his non leading leg shifted backwards, just like his mother had taught him how to do it. Hopefully she would let him off easy, if she didn't want to dance with him.
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Ichabod
Priest
Posts: 16
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Ichabod on Jan 22, 2016 21:14:47 GMT -6
Ichabod watched as a young woman collided into a boy whose hair was fairly close in shade to his own. The purple haired youth extended his hand to the young woman like a proper gentleman as the music began. Shifting his focus back to the fellow holding the lute, and began to nod along with the music. After a few moments listening, and nodding, he began to tap his foot against the ground. He knew the song, as he guessed most around Lycia would. Ichabod scanned the people gathered about the minstrel as they began to be enthralled in the notes as they floated through the air. Ichabod made his decision. The man played quite well.
He walked over so that he stood with a bit more room around him, not as many people right around him. Remembering that a large part of the bard's life was showmanship, Ichabod reached up to his cloak, and with a quick movement undid the clasp. As his cloak fell away, revealing Ichabod's lute, the burly healer grabbed his instrument and quickly spun it so that he held it in proper form in front of himself. The large chunk of man with purple hair took a moment to check if it was in tune, and a matter of fact it was. Fantastic. ichabod shot the other player a quick look, which was hard to do with the way the man was moving, and began playing. He fell right on in, and took the lower part with the vocals.
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Post by Agni Bakittorn on Jan 23, 2016 18:38:06 GMT -6
Agni grinned as she recognized the song. Her brother would sing this song in tune with his hammer beats on the anvil until her father told him not to sing those kinds of songs at work. Her brother decided to sing even raunchier songs until her father looked red in the face. The customers loved it so much they'd come watch him work on their items as he sang and belted out the worse parts to them, as they laughed and laughed. Angi missed them. When her Father was at his work, she would sing with her brother and mother. It became part of their ritual to sing lullabies together under their breaths' during the worst nights. Music always lifted Agni's spirit and energized her.
She took the hand outstretched to her, made an exaggerated curtsy and told the boy she accepted. "I'd be delighted to dance."
Right over the boy's shoulder another purple-haired individual dropped his cloak, with a flourish, and drew his own lute. Agni was amazed with not only how well the man began to play but how quickly he fell into rhythm and harmony. Agni wished for her flute, remembering sadly how it was currently a charred bit of glass in her old home. Just before the boy whisked her away into a dance Agni's face flashed with an expression of pain and sorrow. The fire that took her home and all of her belongings only spared her family and the difficulty they faced afterward was hard to touch on even in her own mind.
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Kearn O'Sorley
Rogue
Posts: 44
Profession: Bard and traveling dogooder
OoC Alias: Feldsky
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Post by Kearn O'Sorley on Jan 23, 2016 22:51:28 GMT -6
Kearn watched as people gathered. He had gawkers, walkers, a few balkers. He had dancers, prancers, perhaps even a few lancers, judging by a youth he saw beating his lance on the ground in rhythm to the song. Now he saw people gathering up, clapping, snapping and tapping to the rhythm he'd built. Whooping, grouping and swooping as some of them started to sway. The people here were primed for this kind of act. They wanted to celebrate and he wasn't about to deny them.
He turned his head sharply as other sounds joined his. Another player?! Kearn laughed to himself, pleased to have so many people taking an interest. He flashed his best cheeky grin at the mountain of a man who'd joined in with him, and made room, both on the "stage" and in the song. He wasn't concerned about competition. Especially since he no longer truly depended on his playing for his livelihood. Adventurer's could make an astounding amount of gold as they went if they were clever, and living carefully could extend those fortunes a long time.
The other player was a good, Kearn decided. He fell right into rhythm with confidence, AND he was able to sing along as well. He'd have to have a chat with the man over a mug of stout later. Or perhaps some cider, if they had any locally!
Eventually the song ended with cheering and applause, and Kearn smirked as he saw the bunch that had formed out in the road. Not as jammed up as the area by the arena, but more than enough to make passage there difficult. Do this a little more, and maybe he'd claim to have "beaten" the arena!
Kearn took a bow, thinking on whether he wanted to keep playing now or not. Normally he would, but normally, his playing didn't gather up quite so much attention this fast. Normally, he didn't block the road.
"The name's Kearn O'Sorley, good lords and ladies! It's been my pleasure to play for you this afternoon. I'll be looking for more singers and dancers to keep me company later at the Four Flagons Hall. I hope you can all make it then!"He smiled at the young dancers in the street, giving them a wink before turning to look over at the other musician nearby. He shook his head at the man, and took a few steps over smiling.
"Before I go though, You sir! I must have your name, and hopefully some o' your time tonight at the Four Flagons. It's been awhile since I've had someone walk on and join me wit as much skill and practice as you've shown! Tell us, pray. Who plays here this day?"
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Post by Seoras Ahlstan on Jan 25, 2016 20:33:08 GMT -6
The area around them had been swept up in this wave of pure bliss. People danced and sang, all because of the bard! The sheer emotions rolling off the gathering crowd were enough to brighten any one who passed by's day. As the atmosphere was picking up in force, the young woman accepted Seoras's hand, and they began to dance a joyful folk style common to Lycian's. The young boy couldn't help but belt out the words to the song with his more then decent, alto voice. This was a great start to one's day.
As they danced away, Seoras's couldn't help but find himself staring into the girls eye's, their grey blue hue utterly amazing. His own eye's couldn't find anything more beautiful then the gaze of his dancing partner. His mind aflutter with thoughts, swirling round and round as he attempted to focus on singing along with both of the bards now, and dancing without stepping on the girl. Being young and infatuated was difficult.
The bard had come to a close with his song, and so did Seoras and Agni's dance. As it did however, ice had been broken and Seoras would strike first. Using what courage had been mustered from the dance, he asked her a simple question.
"So umm... What is your name lady?"
Hearing that the bards name was Kearn O'Sorley, and he would be at a local tavern today, Seoras couldn't help but feel a continued need to follow this man, which was complicated, as he also wanted to talk to this girl more.
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Ichabod
Priest
Posts: 16
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Ichabod on Jan 27, 2016 16:19:52 GMT -6
As the burly healer played the song, he kept an ear out for the other man. He was astounding, the first man he'd heard in some time that played with such skill in a more raw way. Ichabod had never had a real teacher, one day a bard had simply explained a few motions, and Ichabod had taught himself from there. It was the same with the harp and flute, he couldn't tell you how to produce a note, but could create a song after hearing it a relatively small number of times. The man's voice wasn't as rough as Ichabod's, closer to a court bard than the purple haired man, though the healer would not have been shocked to hear the man perform in a tavern. To put it plainly, the man was good. Ichabod could like anyone who did something well, but a fellow musician of high caliber took a special place in his heart.
As the duo played the last few notes of the song, the people who had gathered lifted their voices in an uproar. Ichabod grinned, his scarred face shifting to be a bit more pleasant. The other player, Kearn apparently, introduced himself to those assembled and mentioned that he'd be at the Four Flagons Hall later that night. A purple haired head nodded, as the mind contained in it took note. The man deserved a drink, bard to bard. However, Kearn then invited him as he asked for the burly man's name.
Remember, showmanship. Ichabod set his right foot behind his left one, and crossed his chest with his right arm which still held his lute on its strap. Thrusting his left arm straight out at his side, he bowed and called out, "Ichabod Rosewood at yer s'rvice. Ya play like a man th't had th' muses pullin' at his f'ngers! Before standing straight again, Ichabod scooped up his cloak with his left hand, and threw it around his shoulder in a flourish with one hand. Letting his lute hang, he clasped it back and said, "A flagon or four with a man th't plays like you is s'methin' a humble man like m'self canno' pass up." With that Ichabod turned on his heel, business to attend to and all that.
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Post by Agni Bakittorn on Jan 27, 2016 20:41:00 GMT -6
Angi's face quickly grew red as she laughed and danced with this boy, all thoughts of home and the fire flew out of her mind. She hummed along to the song to keep in time as she twirled through the dance her father had taught her as a girl. Seoras looked her in the eyes almost the whole dance. Agni marveled at that as she made quick glances to her feet making sure not to tangle herself up and knock down the poor guy. Agni had more fun dancing with this struck lad than she'd had in a very long time. The music stopped and the amazingly talented bard introduced himself to the crowd. Agni laid a hand on her chest and caught her breath grinning broadly at Seoras as he asked her her name.
"Agni" *huff* "And you? What do you call yourself?"
The purple-haired man who had joined in with Kearn introduced himself and accepted his offer for drinks with gusto. Agni glanced at the men and noted them, Ichabod had the build of a blacksmith and the voice to join it and Kearn was tall and thin, akin to an elf from a storybook. Agni sized up Seoras who had a nervous smile plastered on her face which made her chuckle. He was taller than she was, which was nice for once. Agni wanted to get to know him for some reason.
She thought to herself that the bards offer to join him at the tavern sounded wonderful... since she definitely needed a drink after that dance. Maybe the purple-haired boy would join her.
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Kearn O'Sorley
Rogue
Posts: 44
Profession: Bard and traveling dogooder
OoC Alias: Feldsky
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Post by Kearn O'Sorley on Jan 29, 2016 19:53:05 GMT -6
Ichabod Rosewood.... Kearn felt a bit of satisfaction creeping upon him as he marked the other player's name in his mind. He'd not heard of the man before, but Ichabod could play well. The burly man had stepped neatly in and filled the places where Kearn's playing had been lacking, even contributing his voice to the song. An accomplished player, though Kearn suspected that he would need to see and hear a few more performances before he was happy.... He'd always enjoyed meeting other players.
"Ah yes.... Ah yes.... " Kearn smiled at Ichabod's compliment to him, but the temptation to say something foolishly witty was too great. He smirked back towards the crowd a bit as he dropped down to the ground and closed up his lute in its case, a few coins richer. "...I've heard it said that the muses are tug on my fingers to guide my playing. Watch out tonight, if you join us!"
There was an irreverent twinkle in his eye as he gambled his next comment out. "When that happens, I've been known to fart musicality, so if you're near a window, please open it up later." He laughed at himself, and a good portion of the crowd seemed to go right along with him. The other portion seemed to be either still catching up, or making up their minds whether he was being offensive or not. He was betting on the humorous side winning out in this city. Granted, that was due to sterotypes of the rough port town of Lycia..
He finished packing up his things, and threw his case over his shoulder like he hadn't a care in the world. "Ichabod! I'll see you tonight!" Hmm... He could probably manage a few more performances like these through out the city.... Well, not like these, unless Ichabod came along, but Kearn was happy enough that he'd have a fellow player later that night.
He glanced around again, seeing plenty of different sorts mixed in at this road juncture. Merchants, arena goers, and fighters all gathered up and were beginning to disperse. Lives a little more jovial than they had been a few moments before. He always took a few moments to ponder those he'd seen here though, before moving on. There were bound to be alot of people here for the arena, hoping to make their fortune. Whether making bets or participating he wished them well. But how many were here for the spirit of adenture? How many wanted to bring that spark of good into the world. What he tried with his music was only a tiny spark when compared what a motivated "dogooder" could do.
He swept his gaze over the crowds again and spied a pair that had thrown shyness to the wind and danced in the streets. Two youths carrying weapons. A brunette girl and a purplish haired lad. He gave them a happy grin as he surveyed the area and thought about where to move on to next.
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Post by Seoras Ahlstan on Feb 7, 2016 14:23:57 GMT -6
They had danced, and danced. The high gained from such wanton bliss, still affecting Seoras as he caught his breath and heard the name of his dancing partner. Agni had been uttered by the woman, which brought a smile to Seoras's face. Her name was unique and beautiful because of that. With a slight bow Seoras introduced himself slightly louder than he had intended too.
"My name is Seoras Ahlstan. What brings you here to Badon my lady?"
Seeing that the bard was packing up Seoras couldn't help but fight the urge to shout in his direction. Hopefully catching both he and Ichabods attention. However with the crowd it wouldn't have been out of the ordinary for his words to be lost in the wind.
"Sir Kearn! That was an amazing performance. You as well Sir Ichabod! The way you both played with such cohesion, seemed so natural and unrehearsed. Please tell me you guys are an actual act?"
The use of honorific titles was out of ignorance. Seoras assumed that was how one should address people like them, and so he did. The young man shifted nervously as he reverted his attention back to Agni, adjusting his traveling cloak so that his armor was clearly visible. It's antique look obvious to anyone with an inkling of knowledge about armor. Even more so that it was clearly not made for Seoras. The breastplate looked too tight on his muscled frame, the vambraces had additional leather added to them so they could fit on his forearms. Even his spear seemed weathered and it's height was just a little to short for someone of Seoras's size.
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Ichabod
Priest
Posts: 16
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Ichabod on Feb 14, 2016 14:22:57 GMT -6
Ichabod threw up a hand as the last of his conversation faded away behind him, and within a moment he was back in the crowd, like a rolling stone splitting waves around him. His shock of purple hair blazed like a fire as the folk of Badon shifted to the left and right of it. Ichabod made sure his steps were quick and broad so that he could cover his ground quickly. The burly healer had always been bad with telling time, but he felt now that stopping to watch and then to play had made him very late. He sped himself up still, not wanting to miss what he knew would be a very important meeting.
After a brief time, he saw it, a tavern with a sign hanging over the door with a black kettle painted on it. Ichabod made a hard left and walked through the alleyway formed by the tavern and a small tailor's. It was a narrow squeeze, but Ichabod did not have to turn to fit his shoulders through, which was always nice. Quickly Ichabod reached a small opening, big enough to walk around in a bit, but it was near too dark to see because the rooves of the surrounding buildings cast shadows all around the purple haired bard. He somehow spied a black door through the shade, and strolled to it and gave it three hard knocks.
"Password?" Ichabod coughed, startled by the almost immediate response. [fontcolor="e71df8"]"Swordfish."[/font] For a brief moment there was silence, then he hear latches dropping and locks turning. The door swung open, and the healer made his way inside. He nodded at the doorman, a short pale fellow clinging to the last years of his hair, and then made his way toward another less intimidating door. Before he reached it however he heard, "Ichabod Rosewood!"
His head snapped to look right, and a smile spread on his face. The bard looked at a man a bit thinner than he, but a bit taller, with long blue hair past his shoulder and a mouth missing half his teeth. The two embraced fiercely for a few moments before they began a conversation they'd have everytime they saw each other. "'Ow's Dorris?" "Good, you stayin' out've trouble?" "Aye, you?" "Aye, spoken to any old friends lately." Ichabod shook his head and said, "No, you?" He expected the usual no from his friend Clyde, but the man said, "Aye," and produced a letter from his pocket.
Ichabod looked at the letter, and instantly recognized the seal. "'ll look at it la'er. Fer now-" Ichabod shoved the door open, "Le's play some dice."
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