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Post by Jordan Hielo on Jan 3, 2013 15:36:51 GMT -5
"Ehh? You mean the demon Knight?" Jordan asked, puzzled. For one, he didn't personally know the man, the only think Jordan knew was that he was a demon- when Jordan thought of the race demon, he thought evil. Bad. Sadistic. Therefor that is what Jordan assumed the Knight was. Secondly, didn't angels and demons not get along?
"Shouldn't you two, you know, hate each other? I mean, Why would he help you out if your races are from what I understand, at an endless war with each other?"
"Yes that is the one, but please you must try and understand that good and evil are against eachother in constant war and although for the most part each side seems to be represented as on their respected sides, that is most certainly not the case. My brother for example would have been an odd fit for someone being on the side of good or evil really."
She sighed at the weight of the question the man was asking, "Maybe I should put it this way, all the elements don't hate eachother do they? I mean some of them are friends with other elements yes?"
Post by Jordan Hielo on Jan 3, 2013 15:51:56 GMT -5
"Well, yes I suppose. The land that I used to live on had all of them. There was no hate- more of a dislike. But, I still knew that some of the members of my village would play with other village's members. And, as a more personal example I guess, My girlfriend is of a different element then me," he smiled. "I suppose I get what you are saying, but, I still find it hard to believe," he admitted. "I guess I'd sort of have to see it, y'know?"
Post by Jordan Hielo on Jan 3, 2013 16:07:40 GMT -5
"Ahh, a hunters shop," he grinned somewhat proudly. It might not have got much business- but he still loved what he did. "I sell what I make. Bows and arrows, fishing nets. I also sell some of the things I catch and make- coats and such. But I don't sell much of that, I'm no poacher," he stated. He didn't kill much- usually only if it were a threat to him. For food, yes, but that was it unless for protection.
"I don't get much money from it. But I do love what I craft," he smiled with glee.
"Then your sir have the best job in the world if you love what you do.' she smiled, "It sounds like a lovely shop for the people around here, being so close to the wilderness. In these hard times I wouldn't be surprised if you ended up getting more business!"
"Oh I see... well as long as you like what you do, just keep it up and I am sure something will work out." she piped up, always being incredibly, often times overly positive.
Post by Jordan Hielo on Jan 3, 2013 16:38:21 GMT -5
Jordan smiled. After a moment, he stated, "I should get going though. Need to go out and catch dinner of course." "It was quite a pleasure meeting you...oh my," Jordan couldn't help but almost be brought to hysterical laughter. "How absolutely rude of me! I never even bothered to introduce myself! My name is Jordan Hielo," he grinned. "And yours, my lady?"
Post by Jordan Hielo on Jan 3, 2013 16:55:20 GMT -5
Jordan nodded, bowing a tad. "Have a good one, Hannah. I hope to see you sometime soon!" he grinned, waving before turning on his heels and walking out of the church. Ready to go home, grab his hunting gear, and catch himself a meal.