She swings up on Nightmare. "Lead the way, Cowell." The mare dances uneasily beneath her mistress, disliking this newcomer.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"We found ourselves in a bit of a...predicament and had to work together to solve it. Just travellers that crossed paths."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Quite flattered," she answers dryly. "After the way you and James interacted in the bar I knew you'd be one of my very favorite people." Sarcasm drips from her words.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Cowell looked back at Tasha with a grin on his face, swiveling around on his saddle. "Amazing. What a privilege." Though it sounds like her sarcasm went over his head based on his response, he'd caught it, and just decided to run with it.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"What? This is my excited face," she says, completely deadpan and bored.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Cowell laughed, continuing to lead Tasha through the forest to their destination. Staying true to his character, he continued to pester her with seemingly pointless small talk. Meanwhile...
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James looked up at the intimidatingly large bouncer at the entrance of the tavern, waiting for his answer, his expression mostly bored.
"Don't know a guy by that description, no," she replied gruffly, her weight shifting to one hip as she partially blocked the entrance. "Sorry."
James sighed. "He walked out of here half an hour ago. You saw him. You were here."
The bouncer shrugged, folding her muscular arms. "Look, I don't keep tabs on 'im. If he's not here causin' trouble, he's not my problem."
James shook his head, turning away. "Yeah. Ok."
He sighed in frustration, and resigned himself to lurking around the town, quietly looking for the man in question. After what felt like forever (but in reality was only 40 minutes) he spotted the fellow in the back of the brothel, a woman on both arms. After slipping by the first line of security he made it to the back, but was stopped by who he assumed were two of the guy's henchmen, who stood in front of the dimly lit corner, in front of the sheer curtains.
One of the henchmen pushed his coat aside to reveal a gun. "I'd go back to your room if I were you," he warned, his voice gravelly, like he was gargling rocks.
James lifted his hands in a small shrug. "I'm only here to discuss business with your boss."
"He's busy right now," the other henchman spouted.
"I'm aware," James replied, "But I've got limited time, and an offer he can't refuse."
The two henchmen exchanged brief glances. One scoffed. "Get outta here, lil' shit," he sneered, his hand on his gun.
James calmly slipped his hand in his pocket and pulled out a glowing, purple, flower. Still half hidden in his hand, he showed enough of it so the two caught a glimpse. That, seemed to be enough to catch their attention, as looks of recognition passed over their faces.
"Who the hell are you," the henchman asked, his hand still on his gun.
"A person of interest to your boss and his business," James replied, speaking lowly. "Now if you please could get Romano so we could discuss a trade? And somewhere else, please. I don't have all day. And as you know, this stuff goes quickly. I could easily find another buyer."
The henchman sighed. "You better not be wasting his time."
"I'll be in the back alley, waiting for him." James explained, before turning to leave the place, his eyes set on the door.
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"Welcome to Sailor's Rock!" Cowell declared to Tasha as they approached the large formation of rocks, which, from the angle they were viewing it, vaguely looked to be the shape of a small ship.
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She swings off her horse, looking up at the rock. "We should hide the horses and ambush."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Fantastic, Agrona. Just what I was about to say!" Cowell replied, hopping off his horse as well.
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"You want a what? For payment?" Romano asked, his brows shooting up and a smile of disbelief growing on his face.
"A horse," James repeated, though he knew Romano heard him the first time.
Romano began to laugh, and slapped James on the back. "Gods, I don't know if you're stupid or just plain desperate - hell, maybe both - but you've got a deal, mate! We'll meet you at the drop-spot at sundown, aye?"
James cringed slightly at the unwanted touch but smiled and nodded. "Aye."
"Peachy." Romano smiled, and turned away with his henchmen at either side.
She waits in the bushes, silent and still as a cat stalking her prey. She's patient, and done this many times before, so she makes no movement and her breath hardly makes a sound.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time. — T.S. Eliot
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