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Sat Dec 26, 2020 10:36 am
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Teddybear says...



"The Boar's Hat!" Connery exclaimed his disbelief. Who would name their establishment so tastelessly? At the sound of the name, his appetite was nearly snatched away from him!

He looked to his small companion, a boy who looked to have starved for the past year of his life. Combined with his attire, this boy was surely some kind of partially-silent monk, under a vow to keep the sweet relief of food from his lips. He must have grown up in the forest where Connery had intercepted him on his grand journey to find meaning in his pitiful life outside of his ever-strengthening faith.

What luck! There was no being alive who was more proof of any god's great divinity, no creature who could better give meaning to a lost soul who had vowed to never speak more than a few solitary sentences at a time!

Connery swept an arm around to take the boy by the shoulder and turned his full attention back to the barkeep. "Hideous name aside, do you serve edible food in this establishment?" he asked, "My companion and I could benefit from some sustenance for our journey."

Those dastardly undead were fools! To be so arrogant as to leave Connery to his devices in an unfamiliar land, as though that would stop him from fighting back against them! Oh no, he would track them down with effortless skill and report their dealings to the proper authority!
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Sat Dec 26, 2020 1:53 pm
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Kiirion looked down at the purple tiefling who sat beside him. She seemed of good humor. That was his first impression. There was a lingering suspicion of her character that he shelved for the moment, and he decided to indulge her.

He still didn't know how he'd gotten here, and who was responsible, but he knew it had to be a powerful mage, powerful of both wiping memories (at least, of how he got here) and transporting him from one place to another.

He gave her a little grin and leaned down on the bar, just so he was a little closer to her ear.

"I doubt it," he said, pausing as the buffoon kept spouting words. "But despite his rudeness, it seems he may be a paying customer. Just a very loud one."

His eyes drifted from the tifeling to the man in question, and the boy under his arm.

That boy did not look remotely okay. Was that child even his?
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Sat Dec 26, 2020 5:48 pm
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Raptor studied the elf, human and bartender's exchange from over in his seat in the corner. He didn't miss how the boy shuddered at the elf's gesture. He also didn't miss how irritated the bartender was getting, but Raptor was more concerned with the boy. He felt something he couldn't quite place. Some of it was worry, but there was something else, too.

He knew it was best not to get involved, but he still got to his feet.

Beside him - without any discussion - Dresden did the same.

Raptor stood by the counter, just a few feet away from the elf and the human boy. He easily towered over the two of them, but the height difference barely registered.

"Your companion looks uncomfortable," Raptor softly said to the elf.

Beside him, Dresden leaned against the edge of the bar's counter.

"Also," he added, "it might be a good idea to avoid irritating this tavern's owner any further. The Boar's Hat is an amazing name - you just have to have refined interests to get it."

Raptor shot Dresden a warning look.

Dresden just shrugged.
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Kiirion continuted observing the developing drama from the corner of his eyes as he turned to the tiefling.

"So, what's your name? I'm Kiirion."
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Prometheus, thief of light, giver of light, bound by the gods, must have been a book.
— Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves