A New Beginning

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He grabbed her hand firmly and shook it lightly. "Nice to meet you, m'lady Silvia." He smiled and looked towards the door. He wondered if the lady who worked here had any odd jobs for him to do. "What is your occupation?"
 
Silvia tilted her head. "Whats an occupation? "
 
The freezing stone did not move a muscle under Varnak's hardened bare feet as he continued his stroll. The chilly winter air bit the shaded lilac strands that hung around his lidded, lazy eyes. He scanned around the simplicity, not shivering under the intense weather. This area was foreign to him. He felt well out of place, like a shark stuck in a small, gurgling river. Varnak slow, steady movements matched his unnatural height of two hundred and ten centimeters. He felt like a giant in small towns away from home.

Varnak's attire consisted of thick leather and soft furs, it wounding over his defined calves and leaving lower down uncovered. The colors of the garments ranged from an rusted red to a saddle brown. His long hair was tied back by a simple white ribbon, seeming a little feminine for a male, while messy strands framed his thin, papaya whip face. His shoulders were slumped, matching his mood of being ridiculously bored. Varnak's slow walk soon disappeared, eyeing a decent tavern. He was one for alcohol and anything to distort his mind, but he pondered on if he should consume some right now. He did have a small mission, but that can wait. Besides, when did the male ever get into trouble with his superiors?

Varnak's left hand went up to tug on his thin hood, allowing it and his hair to hover over his eyes. As he opened the creaking door of the pub, he wrinkled his nose as the disturbing smell. There were some others here that seemed fairly decent, but barely enough to convince him to be social. As soon as the purple giant plopped himself down on one of the unfortunate stools, he immediately heard it moan and tremble momentarily underneath him. He wouldn't be surprised if it gave away now, but he was steeling his nerves to escape if he was asked for spare coins for it. He was given a large amount of coins to go and run his important errand, but he was sure that this was more than enough to buy the item. Yes. He was planning to grab a few things for himself with the remaining currency. His back stiffened as his mind came to see that he did not know what to purchase, leaving him to befriend silence.
 
(( sorry for the late reply guys.... was eating dinner ))

Aleina took a deep breath as she brought Dregon his order. "Sorry for the wait, sir. Enjoy your mead." She said with a shy smile. As soon as she was finished with Dregon's order, she made the foreign elf her order and took it to her as well. "I hope this will do, ma'am. If it doesn't, don't hesitate to let me know." She said kindly.

Aleina quickly ran to the door and opened it. "Bring the dwarf in, brother, its cold out there. Put him in one of the rooms if you wish, but I'm leaving you responsible if he musses up my new sheets with vomit." She said. 'Poor man.' she thought to herself. She wasn't a cold-hearted person in the least, but drunks were the one thing she could tolerate the least of.

Akarias brought the dwarf inside and layed him on one of the beds in the room. "See? I didn't even have to ask her." He chuckled and left the room. "Well, well!! Looks like there's a party going on in here now." He laughed as he greeted the newcomers.

Aleina smiled. "I know! This is the busiest I've seen at this hour." She said. "I'm happy for the company though. It gets quite lonely in here most days." She sighed.

Akarias chuckled. "All drinks on me!" He said smiling.
 
Aleina kindly greeted the newcomer, smiling at him. "Would you like something to drink sir? Or perhaps a pastry?" She asked. "If you'd like a room, I've got a few still available."
 
Dregon gave her the gold coins and sipped his mean, enjoying it to the very last sip. He turned to her and wanted to call her out on it. "It is a job. Something you do to earn the gold coins in your pocket." He looked at her pocket for a second and looked back up. "I do odd jobs. Quests that are hard for others to do. Such as kill a group of assassins or kill a dragon, bothering the town." He nods, not trying to brag. Shit, he was bragging.
 
Moving at a steady pace, a 6'10" tall figure wearing a midnight blue, hooded cloak, strode towards the nearest tavern. Facial features were lost in the shadowed depths of the cloak's hood, though a few stray strands of silver hair could readily be seen. Resting comfortably in a sheath, at the figure's left side, was a long sword with a grip and cross-guard that formed a celtic cross-like shape. Were one able to sense magic, the sword would give off a fairly powerful aura.

A brief glance was given to the, apparently, drunken dwarf that was currently situated on a bench outside and the man leaning against the wall of the building as he drew closer. Should either of them glance his way a slight nod of his hooded head would be given but no words spoken. A moment later and he was stepping into the building. Once inside, he paused for a moment as the door closed behind him, hooded head shifting to briefly study his surroundings. Should any eyes turn his way a nod of acknowledgment would be given.

A moment later and he was moving to seek a secluded table, hands lifting to ease back the hood of his cloak. This simple motion revealed the fact that he was an elf, all be it a tall one. Angular features were set into a thoughtful expression as eyes of brilliant blue locked upon a fitting table. Lifting his right hand once more, he shoved a few strands of long, silver hair out of his face, tucking them behind a pointy tipped ear.

Upon reaching his chosen table, he tugged out a chair and eased himself onto it. Leaning back some, he closed his eyes, exhaling a quiet sigh. It had been a long journey and he was definitely worn out. Despite recent events in his life, he was still alive somehow. By all rights he should have died, in fact he had been quite ready to do so. Then he was denied such an escape. What else was to be done other than push on? For the time being he remained silent with his eyes closed, making no move to order a drink or any thing else.
 
Silvia looked at her own pocket, taking out a piece of Elvish gold. "Like this?" She gave it to the owner to cover her expenses.
 
Varnak barely even noticed as a voice had sounded in his direction. He did bother to look up after a few long moments, and furrowed his strong eyebrows. Oh. So she was speaking to him. He found himself quickly fumbling through his mind, running his tongue nervously over his sharpened canines. There was no such thing as risky for him, who would be there to scold him if he did go through with this decision? Instead of worrying over what he could buy, he could chose the more easy option.
"All of your pastries."
Varnak wanted to smile at his choice. He knew not to buy all of the drinks, but the pastries. Besides, what would he do with all that alcohol? Drink himself to death, yes, but he wasn't planning to die today. Since the purple giant was heavily spoiled, his answer can be easily perceived as a demand more than an response. He did always get what he wanted, did he? His manners were slowly vanishing day by day.
 
Aleina turned her head to the weary-looking man who had just walked in. "I have rooms available if you are seeking rest from your journey, sir." She said politely. "And of course there's refreshments as well." She added.

She then turned to the other man and smiled. "If you have the coin, then so be it." She said.

As Silvia handed her the elven coin, she smiled. "This will do, dear." She said. "Thank you."
 
At first he didn't seem to hear the words aimed directed at him, but slowly his eyes slid back open and his gaze turned to the apparent proprietor of the tavern, "A room sounds good," the tone of his voice sounding as tired as he looked. It was more than simple weariness from travel, but in the end that mattered little. After a long pause, as he pondered whether or not to order a drink, he spoke again, "A tankard of mulled cider would be appreciated if you have such... If not, then a tankard of your best ale."

With that said, he closed his eyes once more and lost himself in thought. Decisions needed to be made about what he would do next after a brief respite. Before those that troubled him sought him out once again. He had killed the last batch of those hunting him in the name of their dark god. That fight had left him on the brink of death, but he had won. It was an odd twist of fate that had saved him. Fate did love playing her little games and while he should be thankful for this latest one... he wasn't.
 
Dregon nodded and grinned. Nothing was to be said after that, so he started a new topic. He pulled five coins out of his pocket, 4 of them being a tip and gave them to the waitress. She worked hard and deserved a few extra coins. "I'll take a room as well." He nodded and looked over to Silvia once again. "And what do you do to earn the gold, miss Silvia?" He looks at her.
 
Silvia looked around the room at the new people who entered the inn. "Earn it? Im not sure. My brother gave me these when I set out to come here."

She got up and went to the owner. "Would you like some help, you seem very busy." She asked innocently, trying to be helpful.
 
Varnak silently untangled one of heavy coin pouches from the tight belt framing his waist. When he was sure the handful was enough to cover the expense, he showered the large amount of coins onto the counter top. He rubbed his large hands together, ready to stomach plenty of warm, delicious sweets. One thing about Varnak was that he had quite the appetite. This guy could eat for well more than five or six grown men. He was still growing, but this was no phase. Every one in his family was certain that this was here to stay, as it was normal in the Geil household to eat so much.

Varnak lazily rested his chin on the counter, flickering his head in the other direction. It was one of things he did with any one he purchased from. It meant 'hurry up', and even though it was rather rude, he did it anyways. He held his stomach, feeling the intense hunger pangs arrive. Good thing he chose this tavern in time, he would've started chewing on himself if he passed it.
 
Pom shivered terribly, miserably stumbling forward as the freezing ground forced each foot to fly up as soon as it touched the biting cold. The bare-foot human child wrapped their arms around themselves in an attempt to warm their naked arms, and they huffed heavily, each breath shooting out a puff of steam that stayed behind as they continued to move in one direction, not knowing at all where they were going.

Pom was lost. The beggar child had been shooed away from their begging spot, which they often were, but worse, the nasty hag who spurned them had slapped them across the face, sending them into a fit of crying and fleeing, desperate to escape the shock of pain as though running as far away as possible from the source would make the hurt go away. Now Pom was wandering in an unknown place, soft cheek still sore and entire body quaking from the frigid air and stinging wet dots of falling snow.

And they were hungry. They'd lost their opportunity to beg for food and small coins to feed themselves for that day, and they hadn't had a bite to eat for twelve, maybe fifteen hours. They felt as though they were about to fall into the snow and leaf litter and dirt, and not, maybe never be able to get up, when they finally spotted a building and went straight in that direction. The skinny child wearing a sleeveless burlap dress, with their wooly black hair tied up into a poof on top of their head, ran straight towards the door of the open tavern, but hesitated before actually walking in, still shivering from poofy-haired head to bare-foot toe.
 
Silvia looked over and her eyes widened. She rushed over and scooped up the poor child. "Poor wee babe. You are ice cold. " she looked over to the owner. "Can I get some hot mead and pastries? I'll pay."
 
Pom looked up at the white-haired girl with their big brown eyes. A blue and purple bruise had formed on the brown skin of the child's left cheek, and the cheek almost felt heavy, as though pulling half of their mouth down, hanging on their face. They nodded quickly, taking their eyes off the girl for a moment only to look around and see where they might be. There were tables, and chairs, and a counter... they weren't quite sure where they could be because they had hardly ever seen the inside of a building before, at least not a building where other people went. They were used to sleeping outside, or sneaking into sheds and cellars to hide from the cold like the one that was currently lingering in their core.
 
Dregon smiled, she was interesting and truly innocent when it came to socializing. Dregon would want to see her work as hard as this owner and try to make every customer happy. Seemed like a hard job to concentrate on. What about all the interesting people that you want to stop and get to know. Dregon placed coins on the counter for his overnight stay and put his stuff in a room. He changed his clothes quickly and changed into comfy, warm clothes.
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He wore trousers along with the long sleeved shirt and leather boots.
When he looked at the kid who just entered his eyes widened. He grabbed a small sack out of his pocket and scooped a handful of coins out. He shoved the extra coins in his pocket leaving at least 20 coins in the pouch. He handed it to the child. "Here, spend it wisely." He turned and sat back down.
 
Now Pom was looking up at the man who was handing them coins out of no where. Pom hadn't even put out their hand to beg yet and already people seemed desperate to be throwing their resources in the orphan's direction. This was a brand new turn for Pom, who had spent most of their short life waiting hours between acts of kindness, hours filled with starving and freezing and intolerant shooing. Now it seemed as though just existing in this space was enough to garner not only attention, but food and money, and Pom hardly even knew how to react.

"Thank you," they replied in a wavering voice, still expelling the last of their shivers.
 
Silvia pet the childs hair. "Whats your name little one?"
 
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