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Al turned into the library, and immediately began running his fingers along the tomes, before picking one at random and burying his nose inside.
What am I doing here? I can't read. he thought to himself. ...But they don't know that.
"You mean exploring? Yeah, I do that by trade. Whatever I find, I sell. It ain't easy, but it's a fun way to live." he answered Noah, bringing a tome over to the others.
"Don't worry, Haruka. Exploring might seem hard, but you get used to it. You just gotta use your guts. They'll tell you where to find the things you want." he said. He hummed for a moment, experimentally reaching out his hand. She was a dog. Dogs like pets.
As such, Al pat the martial artist on her head.
What am I doing here? I can't read. he thought to himself. ...But they don't know that.
"You mean exploring? Yeah, I do that by trade. Whatever I find, I sell. It ain't easy, but it's a fun way to live." he answered Noah, bringing a tome over to the others.
"Don't worry, Haruka. Exploring might seem hard, but you get used to it. You just gotta use your guts. They'll tell you where to find the things you want." he said. He hummed for a moment, experimentally reaching out his hand. She was a dog. Dogs like pets.
As such, Al pat the martial artist on her head.
Things have slowed down a bit due to Christmas. If we can make it through the holiday season we're good, but personally I'd still look into recruiting a few more players soon, or at least making sure everyone here is still ready to play.
Al's normal human ears twitched as he caught wind of a future meal.
"You mean you'll just pay people in food to punch stuff?" he asked, walking over to Noah. "Or better yet, to show you how to punch stuff?"
"...I'm pretty sure large cities usually have martial arts schools. You could learn fencing. Or spearing." he explained. "Actually there's probably manuals on that in the library. Or better yet..."
He nodded at the boy, then Haruka. "There might be books on treasure in the library. Treasure we can use to buy food. Or more swords. Or even... that." he stared into the distance.
"Let's go to the library."
"You mean you'll just pay people in food to punch stuff?" he asked, walking over to Noah. "Or better yet, to show you how to punch stuff?"
"...I'm pretty sure large cities usually have martial arts schools. You could learn fencing. Or spearing." he explained. "Actually there's probably manuals on that in the library. Or better yet..."
He nodded at the boy, then Haruka. "There might be books on treasure in the library. Treasure we can use to buy food. Or more swords. Or even... that." he stared into the distance.
"Let's go to the library."
"Oh? My name's Al." the swordsman bit into his sticky bun, still choosing to at least stand, rather than sit.
"I'm here to find whatever treasure's hiding out there. I bet it's really expensive. My hobbies are fighting, and I guess traveling. My favorite food is strawberry pastries, and one time I ate three pounds of pine bark because I lost a bet. It does not taste as good as it smells."
After a short moment of silence, he pushed the rest of the bun into his mouth, and began chewing.
"I'm here to find whatever treasure's hiding out there. I bet it's really expensive. My hobbies are fighting, and I guess traveling. My favorite food is strawberry pastries, and one time I ate three pounds of pine bark because I lost a bet. It does not taste as good as it smells."
After a short moment of silence, he pushed the rest of the bun into his mouth, and began chewing.
"Ah, I see." Al walked over to Sage, placing a sticky bun in his mouth.
"Still unused to harsh travel, I see. It's alright, miss; you'll get stronger with time." he nodded, patting the girl's shoulder. "I guess if it's that big a problem, we can get some sleep for tonight. A bed beats a snow den, anyhow."
Al's eyes slowly turned downward, landing on the bun. It was drizzled with honey, and sweet. Wordlessly, he took another bite, chewing thoughtfully.
"Delicious."
"Still unused to harsh travel, I see. It's alright, miss; you'll get stronger with time." he nodded, patting the girl's shoulder. "I guess if it's that big a problem, we can get some sleep for tonight. A bed beats a snow den, anyhow."
Al's eyes slowly turned downward, landing on the bun. It was drizzled with honey, and sweet. Wordlessly, he took another bite, chewing thoughtfully.
"Delicious."
If you dislike comedy, why not steer the game towards a darker tone? Players always have control over how they react to things, and that can make a lot of difference over how a game unfolds.
"Jack, huh?" the swordsman rubbed his chin, his face stretching in thought and confusion.
No, this news didn't alter his scheme. She might have been some sort of foreign bodyguard he hired. Or, like, a great-granddaughter. Still, as long as this made scheme worked out right, the youth granting treasure would belong to him. He didn't even need info from Cross at this point. And that meant it was time to get to work.
"Well, sir, I appreciate the offer, but I'm really more of an eat on the road kind of guy." Al called to Lord Cross, stuffing some sliced sausages into a steaming hot bun, and wrapping it into a scrap cloth before tucking it into his coat's inner pocket. Looking at the table some more, he pulled his bag off his shoulder and piled a fair deal of foods inside, starting with haunches of local beasts, boiled potatoes, cheese made from goat milk, and a large loaf of bread. Al smiled. He wouldn't be eating pine bark for a while.
Hefting the bag in his hands, he estimated the amount of space he had left. It should have been enough to pack in the other supplies he needed.
"And with that in mind, we should get going before nightfall. There's weird stuff in the dark." he announced to the hall of fellow explorers.
No, this news didn't alter his scheme. She might have been some sort of foreign bodyguard he hired. Or, like, a great-granddaughter. Still, as long as this made scheme worked out right, the youth granting treasure would belong to him. He didn't even need info from Cross at this point. And that meant it was time to get to work.
"Well, sir, I appreciate the offer, but I'm really more of an eat on the road kind of guy." Al called to Lord Cross, stuffing some sliced sausages into a steaming hot bun, and wrapping it into a scrap cloth before tucking it into his coat's inner pocket. Looking at the table some more, he pulled his bag off his shoulder and piled a fair deal of foods inside, starting with haunches of local beasts, boiled potatoes, cheese made from goat milk, and a large loaf of bread. Al smiled. He wouldn't be eating pine bark for a while.
Hefting the bag in his hands, he estimated the amount of space he had left. It should have been enough to pack in the other supplies he needed.
"And with that in mind, we should get going before nightfall. There's weird stuff in the dark." he announced to the hall of fellow explorers.
Yeah. That's because he has the strongest brain.
You say he's going to die first, but Al would inform you that in fact getting your bones broken just makes them grow back stronger and thicker than ever. His skull is basically solid concrete at this point.
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