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"Aw, I'm flattered. Don't worry, I'll do the sneaking around."
"I'd be worried!"Ryder laughed and patted himself down but then remembered he had no more money to spare. "What? No tip? That's alright lad, I only gave you the finest mead in all the hold! Tell you what, you let me keep this and I'll forget all about it. You know, in case I have more tenets looking to blow up their rooms."
The young wanderer snickered, a devious glint in his eye as he pressed his hand against the parchment and slide it over to him. "Sure. Think of it as something to remember me by." He grinned and motioned for the stranger to stay put before dashing up the stairs. When he returned, it was with an old knapsack well-worn and seemingly falling apart at the seams sling over his shoulder and his cloak swishing behind him. "March forward!" He exclaimed, dramatically pointing off into the distance as he lead the way toward the door.
"Thanks lads! Your help is highly appreciated! I'll save your rooms for you when you return."
"Oh, that won't be necessary." The redhead winked, holding the door open an only exiting after the stranger.
"You know, I don't think I ever caught your name," Ryder mused when they were out side of the Loyal Storm. The streets were alive with activity and the witch weaved through the throngs of body with relative ease. "You probably already know mine though. Strange name isn't it? My grandmother used to entertain my mother with stories of dragon riders; great men who could accomplish even greater feats. Can you imagine? How great a man has to be to tame such a beast! But they're not real, huh? The dragons you described last night don't seem like the type to allow lowly casters ride them. Anyway, that's how my name came to be. Ryder Brushwood. Ryder the rider!" He laughed at his own joke. "Have you ever ridden a dragon?"
"I'd be worried!"Ryder laughed and patted himself down but then remembered he had no more money to spare. "What? No tip? That's alright lad, I only gave you the finest mead in all the hold! Tell you what, you let me keep this and I'll forget all about it. You know, in case I have more tenets looking to blow up their rooms."
The young wanderer snickered, a devious glint in his eye as he pressed his hand against the parchment and slide it over to him. "Sure. Think of it as something to remember me by." He grinned and motioned for the stranger to stay put before dashing up the stairs. When he returned, it was with an old knapsack well-worn and seemingly falling apart at the seams sling over his shoulder and his cloak swishing behind him. "March forward!" He exclaimed, dramatically pointing off into the distance as he lead the way toward the door.
"Thanks lads! Your help is highly appreciated! I'll save your rooms for you when you return."
"Oh, that won't be necessary." The redhead winked, holding the door open an only exiting after the stranger.
"You know, I don't think I ever caught your name," Ryder mused when they were out side of the Loyal Storm. The streets were alive with activity and the witch weaved through the throngs of body with relative ease. "You probably already know mine though. Strange name isn't it? My grandmother used to entertain my mother with stories of dragon riders; great men who could accomplish even greater feats. Can you imagine? How great a man has to be to tame such a beast! But they're not real, huh? The dragons you described last night don't seem like the type to allow lowly casters ride them. Anyway, that's how my name came to be. Ryder Brushwood. Ryder the rider!" He laughed at his own joke. "Have you ever ridden a dragon?"
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