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Talberion has a minion!
Ciar the Hugin
Ciar the Hugin
Talberion
Legacy Name: Talberion
The
Twilight MontreOwner: Kaylith
Age: 13 years, 10 months
Born: August 9th, 2012
Adopted: 13 years, 10 months ago
Adopted: August 9th, 2012
Statistics
- Level: 8
- Strength: 21
- Defense: 19
- Speed: 18
- Health: 19
- HP: 0/19
- Intelligence: 2
- Books Read: 2
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Refreshment Concierge
You enter the dingy building that claims itself to be a bar with trepidation. The wooden floor is so dirty that it is nearly black and the air is so heavy with the vapor of cigarettes that it stings your eyes. Despite the unpleasant atmosphere you take a seat that seems more or less away from prying eyes. You have business here.
You wait several anxious minutes. Just as soon as you begin to wonder if you have been mislead a Montre slides into the seat across for you. He had approached almost silently and was sitting before you had any hint to his presence. The Montre has night dark fur and amethyst tinted eyes that looked as if they missed nothing. His clothing was worn leather, abused from much use. The creature's face was long and thin and framed with deep purple strands of hair that was cropped short.
"I suppose you're the one I'm supposed to be meeting," you state after a few moments of awkward silence.
He nods, choosing not to respond with words. Instead he produces an envelope and slides it towards you across the half cleaned table. It is made of a heavy paper and securely sealed. A large lump is the only indication to it's contents. You know what is inside, however. It is the item you had gone to the mercenaries guild to be retrieved. There was no other way to recover it, and recover it you knew you must. Now it seemed you had, thanks to this mercenary.
Feeling a deep sense of relief you pick up the envelope and place it safely in your pocket. In return, you set a small draw string pouch on the table. It has the full payment inside; you had counted it twice. It did not do to short change a mercenary for their work.
The Montre takes the pouch, gives you a curt nod and rises to leave.
"Wait," you blurt out, louder than you mean. "Your name? I should like to have it in case I should need...help again."
He eyes you warily for a few seconds, as if judging weather or not he should trust you with his name.
"Talberion," he says flatly and walks off, disappearing from the bar and into the night filled streets of the city.
You decide to take your leave of this place as well, and none too soon as it makes you feel incredibly uncomfortable. City night life continues on around you as you make your way home, occasionally patting your pocket to make sure the envelope was still there. Relieved to have the matter settled you knew a night of peaceful sleep awaited you.
You wait several anxious minutes. Just as soon as you begin to wonder if you have been mislead a Montre slides into the seat across for you. He had approached almost silently and was sitting before you had any hint to his presence. The Montre has night dark fur and amethyst tinted eyes that looked as if they missed nothing. His clothing was worn leather, abused from much use. The creature's face was long and thin and framed with deep purple strands of hair that was cropped short.
"I suppose you're the one I'm supposed to be meeting," you state after a few moments of awkward silence.
He nods, choosing not to respond with words. Instead he produces an envelope and slides it towards you across the half cleaned table. It is made of a heavy paper and securely sealed. A large lump is the only indication to it's contents. You know what is inside, however. It is the item you had gone to the mercenaries guild to be retrieved. There was no other way to recover it, and recover it you knew you must. Now it seemed you had, thanks to this mercenary.
Feeling a deep sense of relief you pick up the envelope and place it safely in your pocket. In return, you set a small draw string pouch on the table. It has the full payment inside; you had counted it twice. It did not do to short change a mercenary for their work.
The Montre takes the pouch, gives you a curt nod and rises to leave.
"Wait," you blurt out, louder than you mean. "Your name? I should like to have it in case I should need...help again."
He eyes you warily for a few seconds, as if judging weather or not he should trust you with his name.
"Talberion," he says flatly and walks off, disappearing from the bar and into the night filled streets of the city.
You decide to take your leave of this place as well, and none too soon as it makes you feel incredibly uncomfortable. City night life continues on around you as you make your way home, occasionally patting your pocket to make sure the envelope was still there. Relieved to have the matter settled you knew a night of peaceful sleep awaited you.
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