"I am Ashley, its a pleasure to meet you Miss," I say smiling, but secretly wondering why you were here.

In a small town in the middle of nowhere Jason was playing cards.
-Thug- Show the hand.
"I'm good righ now buddy."
-Thug- Show it!

Jason lys down a full house. "And you?"
-Thug- You cheated!
"I did not! I simply won."

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Morana began to accelerate her movements, feeling the rhythm in the music inside her bones. Swaying and moving her legs she moved sinuously. While her bare feet slapped the cobblestone she used the time to think. A minstrel unconcerned with money? That nearly boggled Morana's mind. As a gypsy she had travelled in exactly such a fashion, from town to town, with her people. They were greatly concerned with coin. Boots needed mending, clothes needed darning, and a thousand other small details. Even taking a bath cost coin. Certainly a wandering troubadour received free food and lodging at inns but those small details were expensive. What happened when her lute needed to be stringed or replaced? No, she'd never heard of a minstrel that turned down coin. This made Morana wary. Maybe the girl had a wealthy patron, maybe she was another spoiled daughter of a noble house with too much time on her hands?

"Besides, why squeeze coin from people who do not have it?" Alice asked as she played. Her fingers working along the handcarved neck of the lute, still playing that jovial tune that the gypsy infront of her had requested. Stringing and replacing her lute wasn't an issue for her, she knew how to make a lute and how to string it, so that saved her quite abit. Especially in rough times, which she was in the middle of one, but it never bothered her abit. "Heh...you remind me so much of an old friend back when I traveled with the gypsy caravans to learn everything I know. She was always concerned with coin." she spoke softly, in remembrance, failing to remember her friend's name.

Morana had to wonder what the heck this girl was talking about. She only thought it strange that the girl wasn't interested in money. Her unsolicited protestations were decidedly odd. Morana continued to dance, considering her new companion's strange reaction.

"There's nothing more important than coin," Morana answered as she danced, anklets bouncing, metal hoops clinking to the rhythm, "Coin fills your belly, clothes you, puts a roof over your head and keeps you warm in the winter."

Morana pirouetted, crouching as she twirled before rising back up to her full height and clapped her hands over her head. She then kicked her legs, flashing the shaven limbs. Few women shaved their legs, relying on skirts or leggings to show off their shape without the hair showing. It was something mostly done by harlots.

(OOC: By the way, making your own lute strings would involve killing a lamb, pulling out its guts, cutting them into strips, drying them out and weaving them. It's quite bloody. Making a lute would require an entire workshop of woodworking tools and several different types of wood of, hopefully, fine quality. (ie. No warping, nor knots) It would cost as much money to get the tools and get started as to purchase a new lute)

(OOC: Pardon my confusion then. I knew it required woodwork, I just didn't know about the string part. I thought they used extremely fine cotton or something similar.)

"I do have other things that I do other than song and dance. Why stick to only one profession for your main source of income?" Alex retorted, still keeping a smile on her face. She continued playing and let out a sigh when her thumb hit a knot in the neck of her lute. "Well, it's about time to finally break down and buy a new one...." she had spoken too soon...the strings had broken just as she managed one last strum. She let out several swears and held her hands up to the small crowd around her. "Sorry friends, I'll try again in a week or so, it all depends on when I get a new lute." she said to the crowd and picked up her lute and started walking away from her spot. She muttered to herself and pulled the strap back over her shoulder, the instrument resting on her back as the strings dangled haplessly, broken clean in two.

The thug pushes Jason.
-Thug- Wimpy man. No muscle.
"Don't need muscle when you have a axe." Jason quickly grabbed his axe and was swinging his axe at the mans neck. As it came to his side it was covered in blood. A screech was herd and templars where coming in. "Got to go!" Jason ran out and down the road.

Jason came to a tavern and asked for a room. He looked around for templars, three behind him. He tried to find a quiet way to take them out. Then one came over to him.
-Templar- This is my drink now.
"All yours lad.."
-Templar- And my money too.
He goes to take Jason's wallet when he grabs the Templar's arm. "Nope." Jason quickly stabs him then blocks a punch, stuns the second man, and stabs the third. He lifts the one he spared. "Tell whom ever you serve that they are in big trouble." then he let's go and the man runs off.

"Nice to meet you Ashley, but I really need to be going, I believe it's getting late. Perhaps I will see you around you seem pretty nice." Caitlin waved goodbye to Ashley and made her way back to the tavern where she was staying, on her way in a man almost knocked her over in his rush to escape there was a familiar symbol on his back, it made her feel queasy. Shaking it off she entered the bar to find a man standing over an unconscious person with the same symbol on his clothing. She approached the victor of whatever fight had just gone down. "I'm going to guess there was a good reason..." She noticed a spilled drink and shook her head. "A perfectly good drink wasted, which reminds me, it's been a while since I've had a drink ((less than 12 hours)), care to join me?" She smiled.

I look at her and smirk. "Why not. A ale for me." I tell the bartender.

Caitlin noticed the smirk on his face and smiled a slightly sinister smile, "Well then, I'll have a bottle of whiskey." The bartender gave her a quizzical look, "No glass miss?" He asked and she grinned, "If will make you feel better if I use one then fine, either way I'm going to finish the bottle." She turned to her companion "My name is Caitlin." There was a slightly challenging look in her eyes.

He looked at her then said, "Thrash. Pleasure.". He returned the same look at her. He drinks the cup like nothing. "twelve more."
-Bartender- Twelve?!
"Yes twelve. Did I studer?"
-Bartender- No sir..

"Challenge accepted." Caitlin murmured and downed the whole bottle of whiskey in less then a minuet. "I find ale to be a bit boring after a time." She grinned at Thrash, her eyes openly challenging him now. Turning to the bartender who was giving them a strange look, "Vodka, please." Caitlin was practically jumping up and down, it had been a while since someone challenged her drinking prowess, this was going to be fun.

"Make that three." He grins. The bartender brings three vodkas. "Drink up." thresh opens one bottle and drinks it all quickly.

Caitlin couldn't care less about taste and variety, she was going to drink all the alcohol in this building if it that's what it took to beat Thrash. After drinking the vodka she ordered, "Ten bottles of vodka." There was almost no sign of the large quantities of she had just consumed.

"Twenty more please." he looked like he did this everyday.

After finishing the 10 bottles she ordered, "I have an idea, we will split all the liquor that this place offers, if we manage to drink all of it then it's a tie, if either one of us is unable to finish then they lose. Deal?"

"Deal." Thresh finishes his tweneth vodka. "I will accept."

At this point the bar had hushed down all eyes were on the pair at the bar. The bartender was clearly distressed, it was clear that the two were going to run him dry as far as alcohol but he started taking bets, he would need the money to replenish his stocks. "Make sure there is always some kind of alcohol in reach, can you do that." The bartender nodded as he sent people to retrieve more alcohol and began supplying the drinkers with whatever liquor he had.

"Wait." He pulled a black bottle out of his pocket. "Put this in two. Save them for last." Thresh gets a evilish grin on his face.