Elric's Abode.
... SON OF A... MIMSY I SOLELY BLAME YOU FOR THIS! Remington angrily thought as he heard a yelling to directed towards the brat, and the brat yelling back which... A smile crept upon Remington's face. Remington quickly drew out his steel dagger, and rushed up to Anya and hold her at knife-point, keeping the blade near her neck. "Okay. Playtime is over." Remington calmly stated, "Well, I suppose I'll have to improvise in another manner." This entire operation has went to shit. Remington thought to himself.
Remington steadily held his dagger as he kept up a devious grin.
Gnoll Village
Randolf glared daggers at the Gnoll. "Savage c-" Cateline interjected, "Trading insults will only increase the time you will have to spend with them. Not exchanging those insults will allow us to conduct the operation in a faster and more efficient manner, and will allow you to not deal with them as much as you would be if you traded insults for short bursts of happiness." Randolf paused, and reflected on the idea. "... You're right." Cateline smugly smirked, "Of course I am correct, it was an incredibly simple observation, which you couldn't seem to understand." Randolf grumbled as she made her retort.
As the Gnoll Hunters came, the proceeded to follow. Rihar cocked his head to the side when he noticed that Ark spoke to him, and was in the same position. "Nay, it wasn't. Randolf has heard worse insults over the years."
Hunter's Den
"...THEN I SAY, THE ARISTOCRATS!" One of the patrons of the Den boisterously howled out. Everyone who was at a table began slamming upon it with a great fury, as loud chortling consumed the interior. The inside of the place smelled heavily of tobacco smoke, which seemed to permeate the very foundation of the building. On the right end of the tavern were rows of practice bullseye targets that were carved onto a piece of wood and hanged on the wall. Some of the boards had knifes sticking out, others had arrows, while others had small throwing axes in it. But there was not a single board that was completely empty.
Beneath the bar-stools next to the main bar, there was a large concentration of puke that was left on the floorboards and was seeping into the basement below. The puke was primarily a greenish color, with some traces of a contaminated yellow. The main bar-table was filled to the brim, and had no stools available for anyone else to sit there. The crowd there was a mix of people, some were dressed in heavier metals, others were dressed in simple leathers, many had weapons, others did not. Man and woman alike were there and they were laughing hysterically, some were trading blows. In fact, at the main table there was a confrontation that was occurring between a human male and an elven male.
The Elven male was significantly taller than his human opponent, and was dressed in some rather pretty chain-mail which was polished so well, that it was glimering, along with the short-sword on his side. He was currently holding his human opponent by his flowing black locks, and was repeatedly slamming his face onto the bar-table. The serving staff was watching, and seen exchanging coins for bets to be made concerning the outcome of it. The human male was bleeding onto the table, as he had a rather large gash in his forehead, he scrambled around with his right hand as he reached for an empty glass and slammed it into the eyes of the elf.
"WAAAAAAA!" The Elf shouted out as he immediately let go of the human, as shards of glass stuck out from his eyes, as blood began pouring from the sockets. The Human male, who was dressed in a green tunic with some black embroidery grabbed the Elf by his torso and slammed him down onto the ground, just barely missing a table that had patrons happily eating some mutton, potatoes, and beans and drinking a variety of alcoholic beverages. As the elf went down with a thud, the Human man began kicking him repeatedly in the head, as the Elf's ears quickly became swolen.
A tavern wench who had an eternal smile, due to the scars carved into her face, whistled to the man. "Tha's enuff." The man glanced down at his opponent and smirked as he kicked him one last time, before returning back to his booth. Getting up from a round table, a man who wore no shirt, which showed off a kraken taking down a larger boat tattoo on his chest walked up to the Elf, and grabbed him by the hair and dragged him out of the establishment.
Estermere Woods
"... They haven't arrived yet." An Elf who was dressed in head to toe in tanned leather stated, as he sat around the corpses of Grushtov and Jel. He was waiting alongside the goons the Empire hired out. ... Reporting this up the Chain of Command is going to suck. The Elf sighed as he took out a deck of cards he kept in a small coin purse. He dealt them as he placed the deck on Ringo. "Alright, well, one game shouldn't hurt. If they don't arrive before then... Then we follow Plan C." The goons nodded, as they collected their hand. "Alright, as usual I'm house." The goons gave a brief cheer as the Elf chuckled, "Ah... yes. Good idea getting those laughs out earlier. Because we are all going to suffer for the failure of those two. But what's life without a little risk? May we be shown some mercy, for our foolishness in trusting them to fulfill the task." The Elf clapped his hands, as they began playing blackjack.
On the Way to Elric's Abode
Elric glanced towards Tirarian, "So, you saw the Knight today? Did you get to share any interesting stories?" He inquired as he kept a good hold on the box of tablets and the book.
Smith's Smithy
Rowan smirked, as he chuckled. "Not the only man who'll be nagged to the grave, won't be the last." He shook his head, "Aye, she's a real piece of work... Takes after her Mum, in regards to that. Lovely girl my Roslyn." Rowan smirked as Corinne as she mentioned she'd be willing to pay up the rest of the balance. "An, I'll hold ya to it Co-" He stopped as Corinne went to discuss with the boy.
Benjamin smiled, "Just got it fresh from Maurice. And you always have such a good se-" Rowan glanced at Benjamin, "Ben! I'm going to be using the forge tonight, got a new and important order. Moving it up in the ledger." He gestured towards the blade. Benjamin eyed it rather curiously, "But what about the wo-" Rowan waved him off, "Son, I'll work it again overnight. Go on, take the day off."
Benjamin blinked, "Are you sure dad?" Rowan nodded, as Benjamin turned to face Corinne and smiled. He scratched the back of his head, "Well, looks like I don't work to do at the forge today. So..."
Rowan faced Sebastian, "Same here, I'm glad Benjamin is happy and... Aye, the Mayor is a swell fellow. Seb." Rowan stroked his chin in thought, "Who was the one who bought the last round of ale? May not be able to do it tonight, what with the new order that I'd really want to get done. But, yeah, gotta get another round of drinks between us."