"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."
"So," Kellach said, sitting up and brushing some of the sand off his back. "Should we be going to the town?"
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse a persona che mai tornasse al mondo, questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero, senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
*pokes* (yeah, I know you guys have been busy, and I have probably way too much time on my hands, so don't worry about this too much. This is in case anyone's forgotten or anything like that.)
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse a persona che mai tornasse al mondo, questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero, senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
"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."
Pulling his overcoat on, Kellach stood up and beamed. "Let's go!" He walked off towards the town, carrying his boots with him (since they were still too wet).
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse a persona che mai tornasse al mondo, questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero, senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
Kixig cheerily led Kellach and the others towards the town, his toothy smile widening as it came more clearly into view once they'd pushed through the patches of trees lining the shore. It was a moderately sized town, but seemed to have all of the essential things that made a town a town. At the entrance to the town it had a market (mostly with carts stocking fish), a blacksmith, a general store, a tavern, and a law enforcement office. From there, both the buildings and the traffic seemed to decrease in volume, as the rest of the town was populated by mostly small homes that gradually spread out more and more from each other, as each home seemed to be surrounded by more and more farmland and patchy pastures.
Kixig turned back to see if Kellach and the others had kept up alright in following him.
Kellach looked around and nodded. "Nice place," he commented, slipping on his boots; they were still wet, but bearable. He was tempted to head to the tavern, but decided to wait and see if Kixig had any place in mind to go to.
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse a persona che mai tornasse al mondo, questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero, senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
Everything looked so peaceful and prosperous. Rin fought back a lump in her throat as she thought of her own homeland, and how they'd rebuilt, and were still rebuilding, stronger than before.
"It's lovely," she said. "It seems like a nice place to live."
"And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." Philippians 4:7
Kellach shrugged and walked over to the tavern, figuring that he didn't have anything else to do (it didn't seem that Kixig had anywhere in mind to go to). Pushing open the doors, he strode over to the bar and sat on one of the stools. "I'd like a beer," he said.
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse a persona che mai tornasse al mondo, questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero, senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
Kixig watched as Kellach went into the tavern, and he stayed back, looking over to Rin, who had followed with him.
"What do you wanna do?" He asked.
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A fair face looked over to the new arrival who slid into the bar stool. Jordan, pushing a strand of curly red hair out of her face, nodded at the new customer. "That'll be two silver pieces, sir."
Spoiler! :
uhh so I totally pulled out an old oc of mine and inserted her as a bartender but basically she's a short, heavy-set and curvy gal with a pretty face, full lips, and curly dark-red hair that would be pulled back into a ponytail in this instance.
At that moment, Kellach realized he might not have brought any cash with him. "One second," he said, trying to sound as calm as possible. He smiled nervously as he searched through his coat's pockets, eventually pulling out a few bronze pieces. They probably weren't anything recognizable here, but he may as well try. Kellach placed them on the counter.
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse a persona che mai tornasse al mondo, questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero, senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
Jordan looked down at the bronze pieces with a raised brow, before taking them with a sigh. "I suppose that'll do. One beer comin' right up." With that, she turned around and poured his drink, before promptly setting it in front of him. "There ya go, stranger."
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