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Thaler leaned back in his chair, ruminating on the day's early events. He still wasn't sure how long it would take before Brint returned, and he needed someway to keep this motley lot occupied until their prospective leader was back in the fold. It was mid-morning though, and he still had time to think of something before long.
Just as he was about to let his eyes close, a fit muffled shouting carried through the wall and made the Thaler turn in his slouched position. What the fuck could they be arguing about already? But the moment passed, and the opening and closing of the front door set him at ease. No reason to worry over it. Let them figure out where they stand on their own. He propped his feet up onto an adjacent chair and steadily began to rock himself.
He fell asleep.
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On the outskirts of town, a dotty old woman shuffled down the cobble-lined streets with a firm, stubborn purpose. She walked hunched over in a way that told you she had been a few inches taller as a younger woman. Her clothes were simple cloth, but seemed to be well taken care of, though they were a bit big on her diminutive figure. Her face was scrunched up in heavy thought, but her mouth contained the obvious wrinkles of someone who had laughed and smiled a lot during her long life.
On one arm she carried a large wicker basket that swayed with each step. In her other hand, clutched tightly in small fingers, was a flyer for The Silver Dagger.
Just as he was about to let his eyes close, a fit muffled shouting carried through the wall and made the Thaler turn in his slouched position. What the fuck could they be arguing about already? But the moment passed, and the opening and closing of the front door set him at ease. No reason to worry over it. Let them figure out where they stand on their own. He propped his feet up onto an adjacent chair and steadily began to rock himself.
He fell asleep.
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On the outskirts of town, a dotty old woman shuffled down the cobble-lined streets with a firm, stubborn purpose. She walked hunched over in a way that told you she had been a few inches taller as a younger woman. Her clothes were simple cloth, but seemed to be well taken care of, though they were a bit big on her diminutive figure. Her face was scrunched up in heavy thought, but her mouth contained the obvious wrinkles of someone who had laughed and smiled a lot during her long life.
On one arm she carried a large wicker basket that swayed with each step. In her other hand, clutched tightly in small fingers, was a flyer for The Silver Dagger.
Well, I guess when I'm still getting people chatting in the OOC who aren't in the Roleplay, then we're doing something right. Anyways, I think six plus myself and the GM is enough for now, but by all means, stay in the conversation if you'd like.
@potatochipgolemIf you'd like to give up your spot, that's your decision, but whoever takes will have to apply just like the others.
@Henwen You've got the green light to post.
@potatochipgolemIf you'd like to give up your spot, that's your decision, but whoever takes will have to apply just like the others.
@Henwen You've got the green light to post.
I'm heading to bed. Great start guys, we only had one casualty. I've got shit to do tomorrow, so feel free to interact with one another until I move things along some time around noon or a little after.
Y'all will be fine. Tomorrow I'll try and get y'all doing something more exciting.
Thaler gave and acknowledging wave of the hand as he gripped his sword sheathe and headed towards the back. "You can all me Thaler," he said in a non-committal tone of voice. "And don't bother yourself with him. If he can't handle a taste of what he gives, there's no point in bothering with it." He continued walking towards the mess. "Also, I'll pick some up later. I need to close my eyes for a bit. Just throw your crap anywhere."
I know Jaws is being re-released, but let's keep the shark-based analogies to a minimum people.
I mean, Thaler will treat you like an equal in time, but to him y'all are just recruits. That, and he's not really a people person.
I mean, my potential employers don't typically curse me out, but if they did, I'd probably keep my mouth shut if I wanted the job. I like it though, it shows some early personality traits.
@potatochipgolem Hmmm...well, that's reasonable I suppose. Damn, really thought an alchemist rounded it y'all out nicely.
I mean, my potential employers don't typically curse me out, but if they did, I'd probably keep my mouth shut if I wanted the job. I like it though, it shows some early personality traits.
@potatochipgolem Hmmm...well, that's reasonable I suppose. Damn, really thought an alchemist rounded it y'all out nicely.
Ro'en takes himself too seriously.
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