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Post by Walter Grace on Nov 5, 2011 9:57:55 GMT -5
Walter sat on the bar table seat, watching the people around him. Humans were quite interesting. Being a demon, he could quite easily hold his liquor, but apparently humans could not. He watched as someone fell down behind him, laughed, and got back up. He rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to his drink and the table. Walter finished off the drink, and quickly ordered another one.
Enoch took a shot of a potion that would mask his scent. 'Don't want Steele finding me,' he thought. He walked into town with his longer black cloak, the hood pulled down far. The camps food market wasn't the greatest so he had come to get more provisions.
He walked into the pub, 'Might as well have a few, better than what we've got back at camp.'
He asked Jack to get him whatever was new. He took his drink and sat in his regular both in the corner.
"More please!" Ryn says at his booth table in the corner. The waiters were bewildered. Upon his table were plates upon plates of eaten food. They rushed in and out of the kitchen delivering his orders which were quickly eaten. He had stacks of plates on his table. Then he noticed Walter. He waved. "Walter hey!" He smiled.
Post by Walter Grace on Nov 6, 2011 9:56:49 GMT -5
Walter had been staring at the hooded figure in the corner with his eyes slanted and going red, when he heard a familiar voice. He smiled at the crux, and waved back. "Hello, Ryn, fancy seing you here." he walked over, looking back at the hooded figure before sitting down with Ryn.
Post by Walter Grace on Nov 6, 2011 10:09:03 GMT -5
"I think I know that person, but...I can't really tell." Walter shrugged. "Don't worry about it. So I see you eat alot, ehh Ryn?" laughing, Walter pointed to the table full of plates and the like.
Post by Kyle Black-Sky on Nov 6, 2011 15:04:18 GMT -5
Kyle yawned, comming out of the basement and sitting beside enoch, the hooded figure. "Hey uh- zack. hows it going?" Kye didnt know his real name... but when your an assassin, thief, or a bandit, its better not to call people their real names.
Post by Kyle Black-Sky on Nov 6, 2011 17:48:06 GMT -5
He smiled back at him. " vodka is fine, thanks." he noticed Walter, and an odd looking person . probably someone new to town... Kyle took out a small book from his pocktet, and looked up what this person could be. 'a crux?' he though to himself.
Ryn's ears perked up. It didn't take a genius to figure out that something was wrong here. He tried to act as natural as possible downing another plate full of food. Someone here was hiding something, and Ryn could sense the tension between Walter and the hooded figures and...'What the heck? There was someone living under the pub?' He thought. Walter seemed pretty serious observing the cloaked man which gave Ryn reason to be serious too. "Never a dull moment." He says to himself. If his guessing was right, there was about to be a fight here.
Post by Walter Grace on Nov 7, 2011 6:57:43 GMT -5
Walter turned and looked at Ryn. He muttered very quiety, "You see that guy in the cloak over there? I don't know who he is because of that hood, but I know I know him. Did you see his face or anything when he walked in?"
"All I can see is the blood on the two of their hands." He said eyeing both Kyle and Enoch suspiciously. "I don't know if it's the guy you know, but somethings definitely off here."
Post by Walter Grace on Nov 7, 2011 18:01:27 GMT -5
"Heard about the riot? I think this guy is the one who started it. It's just a feeling though, his aura feels the same as the riot starters. Should I confront him?"