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Post by Mise™ on Sept 21, 2013 2:11:44 GMT -5
"Thank you." Zêl said to Akir, once again, asked her to follow him and as she trusted him she decided to do so. On the way to their destination Akir talked about something and while Zêl didn't get most of it she kept nodding as a sign that she was listening to him. At first it seemed like that the delivery boy knew what Zêl had wanted, but as they finally arrived to this 'Mayweather Magic' she wasn't so sure about it anymore. This place certainly had nothing to do with soldiers and even it's connection to magic was a bit questionable for her. "Yûrw tesso ye ûse lyu o lusûr uter... Ys yûrw hiru djidu ûse terênq erettû irâ." After talking to Akir for a moment the shop keeper, apparently named Mary, then turned her attention to Zêl to ask her about why she was here and her name. Around this time Akir seemed to be leaving the store himself. "Bye." Zêl said to Akir at first and then turned to Mary. "Yes. Me name Zêl." After saying that she stopped to think how to say what she wanted to say and to try to get a better grasp of what Mary had just said. In the end she ended up saying almost the same things she had said to Akir just a moment ago. "Me look work. Me soldier and magic." This time it seemed like Zêl knew that magic was actually the word she was looking for, unlike the last time when she seemed quite uncertain about that.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Sept 23, 2013 0:04:25 GMT -5
"That sounds pretty weird."
Darryl responded rather plainly to the old man's complicated response. By now though, he was already done with the large amount of leftovers in the pot, and so returned it to the fire and moved his chair back the two foot distance to the reception desk. Occasionally though he leaned over to check back into the room. Not like he didn't trust the stranger, with Tolida there, but he was still curious about the man.
"And now, perhaps I have. What is this magic guild, you speak of? What is its purpose and status? Is it desiring new members..? And of course, where is it?"
"Oh, it's called Legend, it's... it's a really great place! Pretty old too, why, at least a hundred years or more!"
At first Tolida had some great difficulty speaking about the magic guild. Why, she had only left that day, maybe an hour earlier at best. More than anything, she had been sad to see it go and to be leaving this place, and for the most part simply did not want to think about it. Talking with the stranger though forced her to do that, and eventually she came to realize something for herself; she wasn't sad. She was happy, proud even, to have spent a part of her life with these people in this place. Why should she be sad about it, like it was some source of regret or guilt in her past. As soon as she realized that she began to talk about it freely, happily, like she was trying to sell it to the stranger. At least, enough that she could stomach the strong smell he was giving off.
"Its status, well it's just about the only magic guild around these parts, and it helps protect the northern reach up here and deal with any magical problems! Sure it's small, but as you said, it's always looking for new members and where it is... well-"
Leaning to the side, she tried to see if maybe the great mountain could be seen from Darryl's kitchen window. Sadly though, it could not, this was the wrong side. A good view of the river and the ocean well out beyond it, but no mountains.
"-the official building is a little ways up Tharsis... the big mountain closest to town, but it's coming up to winter so no one is up there. If you're looking for the members though, you can usually expect to find at least a few of them at the Lost Fox, a sort of tavern farther into town."
By now she had taken the pencil from behind her ear, and with a piece of grocery paper crumbled up in a little trash can on the kitchen floor, already started drawing a crude map of the entrance to town. Over the bridge and a little ways in, the place she spoke of was not all that far from the Rounding Run. At least, it was still along the main road through town from the bridge. At some point though she stopped herself and laughed a little, shaking her head.
"Listen to me go on, like some sort of recruiter. I should probably ask first, what sort of interest do you have in the guild? You seem so curious about it, I'm interested to know what you expect to find?"
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"Me look work. Me soldier and magic."
"Another foreigner? They're just letting you people in these da- what am I saying, I'm a foreigner. Whatever."
Immediately upon hearing Zel's words, Mary groaned to herself as she hustled about the shop in a rather busy yet haphazard manner. Tearing an amount of parchment off a big roll, she left it to float down to the cashiers counter while she went to look for something else. As the paper itself floated down, a pair of scissors skittered across the counter, and hopped into the air to cut the paper straight and neat at each end where it had been torn off. By the time it settled nice and neatly on the counter, Mary was back with a glowing inkwell and a big red feather.
"If people keep falling through my door though looking for handouts, I'm going to have to start locking it... maybe a trap spell. I didn't get into this business to help people, otherwise I'd have stayed in the capital."
With surprising skill and speed she scrawled across the paper all sorts of strange glyphs one one side, and then what looked like an actual letter on the other. Quickly folding it up, she soon turned the letter into a paper airplane, and running her finger along it one time to make sure the crease was firm caused all the ink on the paper to start glowing blue. Casually she tossed it so that it flew across the store and hit Zel right in the torso, though it was no more force than a regular paper airplane. As soon as it touched her though, it seemed to take on a life of her own and began to fly around above her. In particular it seemed to favor the direction of the door and spent the most time around Zel in that area.
"You go with magic paper. Take to magic soldier. Go, now."
Doing her best impression of bad foreign speak, Mary gestured Zel towards the door, to follow after the plane as it led her. As soon as she thought Zel got the idea, she returned to leaning in her chair behind the desk lazily, waiting for someone willing to pay her for her services to enter the store. The plane meanwhile continued to glow, and slowly was getting farther and farther from Zel, such that it was now bumping into the door to get out. Assumedly to lead her somewhere else.
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Post by Mise™ on Sept 23, 2013 10:07:18 GMT -5
As Zêl talked to Mary she got the feeling that the shopkeeper wasn't that happy to help her, but she couldn't really understand why, because she did not understand most of the things she had said. Only when Mary spoke in broken common language, like Zêl does, did she fully understand her, she was supposed to follow the magic paper. "Thank you." Zêl said as she followed the paper plane to the door and then out to the streets of Dunwald. She did not know where the plane would take her, but she did feel kind of silly chasing after the thing across the streets of this town.
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Post by Kuro on Sept 26, 2013 17:22:47 GMT -5
The stranger had to hold in his fury when the fat peasant dismissed him as "weird". The insolent pig. At least the other peasant was actually being of some help. As she continued to describe the guild, the toothless, twisted grin on the old thing's face widened. When she began to draw something, a raspy chuckle echoed from his ashen lips. Yes...this was excellent.
"Listen to me go on, like some sort of recruiter. I should probably ask first, what sort of interest do you have in the guild? You seem so curious about it, I'm interested to know what you expect to find?"
The stranger was brought back to reality with those words, and spoke with that grin still on his face, a sense of amusement in his voice. "Oh, oh, it is as I have said. I travel because I must; I am a..." A scowl for a bit. "A vagrant. A vagrant with a talent for magic. Yes, and now I finally find this guild to be a part of. I have found guilds before, but they were all so large and not quite as important; after all, this is a border guard, no? Something akin to that effect?" He took another spoonful of his stew, looking at the bowl in disdain as he saw that it was nearly empty. "Yes...I wish to join this magical border guard and find my place in life, or at the very least, what is left of it. The dying wish of an old man, you might say." He wasn't that old. 100 was the real tipping point, he heard. He thought he was lively enough.
"Ah ha ha..." It sounded more like coughs or wheezes than laughter. "Now then, the Lost Fox, you say? Do you have any directions to give me...?" With another spoonful, he finished the first meal he had had in days.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Sept 27, 2013 16:35:19 GMT -5
Through the streets the paper plane drifted, leading Zel to destinations unknown. How it remained adrift was unclear, but unerringly it seemed to always find some breeze to coast along, never getting too close to the ground and inexplicably avoiding obstacles along the way. Such obstacles as children tossing a ball in one of the squares of the town, a young woman selling flowers along the by streets, and some carpenters setting up a new house as timber was hauled overhead. Eventually it led Zel along the river, on the stone canal bordering it. Dunwald proper she had already seen, but across the river was a good view of what lie outside; an abundance of not much. There was the occasional mill or cottage, but as anyone who'd have traveled into town on foot would have seen, it was mostly all farmlands.
A good five minutes though and the plane led to one of the main roads into town, which crossed the river via the drawbridge. If Zel were to have been following along, then the bridge would be to the right (with some buildings in the middle of said bridge acting as the retracting towers), and the main road before her. A sharp left the plane took there, and just down the block it stopped before a door to what appeared to be a restaurant or tavern. It proceeded to bump against the door with its front till the door was opened.
The Lost Fox, read a sign hanging over the door. The interior could be seen through the large bay windows along the wall adjacent to the sidewalk, and it looked fairly cozy, despite the small collection of strange individuals inside.
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"Now then, the Lost Fox, you say? Do you have any directions to give me...?"
"Right here."
The paper she'd been writing on was ready, and Tolida slid the directions across the small table. It was a crude map of the riverfront of Dunwald, and though it was scrawled fairly quickly, it was at least clear to follow. After all, the stranger had not much farther to go.
"Hey, Lert's calling for you, Tolida. Think he might be ready."
"Ah, that's my time then!" Quickly rising to her feet, she gave the stranger a bow. "Good luck then, if you go looking for the guild! Tell them I sent you, it'll help if you want to join."
With that she made her leave, giving Darryl a hug and saying her goodbyes. Shortly after was the sound of the door shutting, and then she was gone, off on her new life to parts unknown. The fat innkeeper, noticing his chance returned to the kitchen to take her place, munching on a loaf of bread now. Leaning back in his chair a bit so that it creaked, his head was nearly in the fire of the stove but he seemed to know what he was doing.
"So then, how long will you be needing a room for, Mr...?"
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Post by Kuro on Sept 30, 2013 13:57:54 GMT -5
The stranger had to resist rolling his eyes at the shoddiness of the map before him. At least he could read it. As he began to do so, he noted the peasant bowing before him. A smug smile crawled across his face as his bony chest swelled in pride; not enough people bowed to their superiors these days. "Tell them I shall. It seems to be my time to depart as well; I have no more business in this place." The stranger shakily stood up out of his chair, although he ended up as hunched over as ever. He grabbed his staff and leaned on it for support as he began to leave the building, but turned when the insolent peasant asked a question.
"I will only require a room if the guild does not provide one for me. For the food, you may have these wages." He slipped his hands into his robes and pulled out a few gold coins that he tossed carelessly at the man. "Until then, your sub-par services are no longer required.
As for my name..." With effort, he gripped his staff and stood up straight, showing off the impressive height he could have as he almost filled up the room, and after another cough he spoke with great authority and pride.
"I am Solaeus Telleon Thyraneus the Fourth, a being of pure intelligence, wit, and cunning. I am the most impressive specimen you have ever and will ever see. With this, I leave you. You have been blessed to feed a being such as I, and once I join the guild you will be thankful for having such a great wizard in near proximity. And with that, I leave for my rightful place - in power."
He stayed at his full, proud height as he went out of the inn, tightly gripping his staff all the way. Once he was out and closed the door behind him, he made a deep sigh and hunched back over, groaning in pain. "Oh...I do hope these mindless sheep do not ask me for too many introductions. The Lost Fox...Ah."
Despite his slowness and small steps, it didn't take too long for him to reach it. When he was a few feet from the place, the door was hit by a paper plane...again and again. A little magic, apparently. What a little oddity. Soon enough, he saw someone chasing after the paper plane like a child, despite seemingly being some sort of...average-looking cloaked figure. Hm. Maybe just some villager wanting a drink. She looked foreign, but he couldn't put his finger as to what country. Ah, no matter.
Since he had been walking at a snail's pace, he had not been near the door or woman when they came, only seeing the little interaction occur. He came in several minutes later, hobbling through the door, his gleaming, golden staff making a tap tap on the ground and his golden crown shining for all to see as he walked. He slowly turned his head this way and that, looking at the strangers inside. What slugs. He had always hated coming to these festering pits. No point trying to yell over any noise. For now, he just began to slowly walk around, his eyes looking over all those inside.
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Post by Mise™ on Sept 30, 2013 15:50:59 GMT -5
Zêl kept on chasing the paper plane across the city of Dunwald, while wondering where it would take her. She started having doubts that this might not have been all too smart, but after a while the plane arrived to it's destination and kept on hitting on a door, over and over again. "Tesso êtt o lûn? Yûrw hêru djidu yilerettû irâ." Despite her doubts Zêl opened the door and entered the The Lost Fox. "Um... Hello." She said as she stepped in. By this point she was quite certain that this place didn't have anything to do with magic or soldiers, even less so than Mayweather Magic. Sure the outside world was full of wonders for her, but this was most certainly just a pub. Though she did feel like she could have a drink while thinking on what to do next. "Beer. Please." Zêl asked the bartender. She really didn't have much choice when it came to drinks she could order, only words she knew were water and beer. When it came to paying for her purchase Zêl might have once again ran in to some problems; it wasn't that she didn't have money, in fact if someone were to look for the brief moment she had her wallet out of her cloak they could tell that she in fact had quite a lot of money, definitely much more than the average local. The problem, however was that all of that money was foreign money, Yerwan money, and that might not have been worth much around here. Even still she did try to pay with that. Around this time a very dubious looking old man entered The Lost Fox.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Oct 3, 2013 2:23:39 GMT -5
"-and by the time I get back, I expect to see some jobs done! I can't be the only one doing all the work around here."
By the time Zel entered, it looked like one of the patrons was set to leave. Laughing as he spoke to the others, the fellow was dressed in a sharp business suit, with his black hair slicked back and a confident look about him. Taking note of Zel's appearance, he moved around her to get to a little notice board on the wall that had various flyers and papers of information tacked to it. It was noteworthy, that roughly half of the notice board was cleared to make space for a separate section of papers. Above this half of the board was a little wooden sign with gleaming letters that read "LEGEND - MAGIC GUILD".
At the same time though, now that the door to the place had been opened, the paper airplane zipped into the tavern. Weaving around the cluster of people by the door, it made its way over to the far end to the young woman sitting by herself. Tapping into her arm with its point, the airplane promptly unfolded and drifted down to the table. Feeling the poke, she pressed her hands across the paper on the table to flatten it out, and began to read it.
"Beer for you Miss, and what can I do for you Sir?"
Before long, the owner had a metal mug for Zel, filled with what she asked for. After, she turned her attention to the older, hunched over figure and called out to him but before she could get an answer she was presented with foreign currency.
"What is this, are you from the docks? Stopping off with one of the ships? You're going to need actual money, I shouldn't even be serving you if you don't have a permit..."
"Ah nevermind that Melissa, just put them on my tab this time. I'm in a good mood today."
The business-suited fellow called to the owner while he continued to examine the board, content to cover the costs of whatever the two new arrivals may accrue. He waved it off with his hand like it was nothing, but the owner grumbled about it to herself, waiting for the older stranger to speak up about what he wanted.
"Right, I'll be taking that S-rank one that's been up for awhile, about the forest disappearances. You get that, Evander?"
"Got it. Good luck, Watkyns."
Finally taking what could guessed as a magical job off the notice board, the suited fellow called over to one of the others in one of the booths, a man in full-plate armor. He in turn pulled out a ledger and opened it up to the most recent blank space, and began to write down some things. A closer inspection would reveal that it was details about the job and the mage taking it, and it could be assumed that the ledger contained information on all the jobs undertaken by the guild and who was responsible for them. The book itself looked quite old, but the man in armor didn't seem to worry about being careful with it.
"Peace be with you, Brother."
"Aye, don't be gone too long or I'll end up taking your rank!"
Two others spoke up to the suited figure, the one looking like a religious pilgrim type and the other a traditional gladiator. All in all, there seemed to be quite a high level of camaraderie between this lot, and none of them seemed to mind the presence of the strangers. They probably acted this way whether or not they were observed.
"Try and touch the fire, you'll regret it. Anyway, I'm off then, see you all on the by and by." With a grin and a half-hearted salute, the suited fellow grabbed his walking stick and coat by the door, though before exiting the place he called towards the young woman in the back. "Maven."
She heard her name being called and happened to look up to see him go, returning a hasty nod before she busied herself with reading the letter from Mary once more. Eventually she turned her attention to Zel, and was intent on asking her what this was all about, though she was of a mind to let the stranger finish her drink before speaking up.
Otherwise the others went back to their usual business. The owner waited impatiently for the older stranger to say what he wanted, the two who spoke up to the suited fellow continued comparing stories of their former comrade Tolida, and the man in armor was still writing the necessary details pertaining to the job just taken. The suited fellow himself was off with a whistle, heading in the direction of the bridge, which meant there was now a space open to sit opposite the man in full-plate. Taking into consideration the layout of the tavern, there was still one entirely empty booth, several bar stools and empty tables and of course the seat opposite the young woman holding Mary's letter. Mostly empty though it may be though, the Lost Fox was at least warm inside, decently cozy and the drinks weren't half bad.
Certainly, the strangers could end up in worse places, regardless of whatever their reasons were for coming here.
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Post by Mise™ on Oct 4, 2013 1:45:27 GMT -5
Zêl did not understand exactly what the bartender said to her, but she did understand that she had done something wrong and quickly figured out what was wrong; her money was worthless here, unless she somehow could find a foreign exchange, which didn't seem very likely, she was completely broke, but luckily a stranger paid for her beer. She wasn't quite sure why, but appreciated the gesture. "Thank you." After taking a sip of her beer Zêl finally noticed that the door of the Lost Fox wasn't the destination of the paper plane, but instead a young woman sitting there. Zêl figured out that she was supposed to talk to her, but had a hard time of translating her thoughts in to the common language. "Hello. Me Zêl. Me follow fly paper... Me look magic or soldier?"
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Oct 8, 2013 3:17:46 GMT -5
"Magic or solder?"
From the letter Maven already knew that Zel couldn't speak common that well, so she didn't try to guess what the foreigner may or may not understand. Instead, she simply relied heavily on gestures simple words.
"Magic..." leaning out of her booth a little bit, she gestured over to the two mages in the booth together still talking.
"Soldier..." moving her hand, she then gestured towards the fellow in armor who was now finished writing, and sat in his own both with something of an amused look as he examined Maven and Zel's interaction. In the process he nodded to the latter.
"You?" She now indicated directly towards Zel, in an inquisitive tone. "Which one?"
Folding the paper up as it once was, Maven left the letter on the table as she got up from her booth in order to stand to the side and watch what Zel did. If this was too much, then they might need someone from the docks to translate, but tat that point things would become a whole mess of trouble since she was a foreigner (assumedly) trespassing in town.
"Can you show?"
She gestured both her hands forward lightly, in a prompting manner. Perhaps a simple demonstration of who Zel was or what she could do would suffice.
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Post by Kuro on Oct 8, 2013 17:34:01 GMT -5
"Your finest wine. If you have no such thing, brandy. I have enough gold to pay", he says as he takes out a small bag of gold. He then heard that someone would put it on their own tab though, and the bag disappeared back into his robes in a flash. Solaeus turned his head to the direction of the voice and watched as the gaggle of strangers interacted with each other. Assumedly these were the members of the guild he wished to join, although he was somewhat disappointed that they did not look the highly-trained, disciplined, uniform force that he thought they would be. They seemed like a group of random warriors put together. At the very least, their chemistry did not seem off. Hopefully they wouldn't be too loud or cheery.
He raised a finger and began to speak as the man in the suit neared him, but he left before any words could come out of the old man's mouth. Shame. He seemed like someone to speak to, if his wit was as sharp as his fashion sense. He looked back at the others and spotted the man with the old book. Perhaps, a ledger? Ah, yes, perhaps indeed. Taking whatever drink the bartender had readied for him, he slowly made his way to the man in full plate, his golden staff making a tap on the ground with each step. Soon enough, he hunched over the end of the man's table. He did not sit down as of yet, however. He directed his gaze into the man's own, his voice full of courtesy and respect, as ghastly as his voice usually was.
"Ah...Would you permit an old man to sit here? You seem like one to talk to, what with you work of the book. You are of the magic guild, no...?"
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Post by Mise™ on Oct 9, 2013 2:06:56 GMT -5
It seemed like this woman did understand what Zêl wanted, at least some of it, though as she asked her to point out which kind of person she really was by using what Zêl figured to be friends of the woman, as an example, Zêl felt like they thought she was stupid, not just foreign, with a poor understanding of the local language. This was like something you were to ask from a small child. Regardless of feeling a bit silly, she did answer the question after placing her half full, or as a pessimistic would say: a half empty, glass of beer on a nearby table and then pointed at both the soldier and the mage.
"Me. Both." Zêl hoped this would clear things up a little bit, as she grabbed her drink again. She took a note of the old man nearby talking something about magic, though she did fail to understand most of what had been said.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Oct 11, 2013 4:25:57 GMT -5
"Ale, that's what we got. Good luck finding anyone who drinks wine in these parts. Brandy either."
As with Zel, before long the owner had a metal mug for the stranger, filled with ale. She seemed altogether unapologetic about it, and returned to her place behind the bar, cleaning other mugs for use.
"Ah...Would you permit an old man to sit here? You seem like one to talk to, what with you work of the book. You are of the magic guild, no...?"
"I am. I manage the various functions of the guild as it were. A thankless job, but someone has to do it. One of the drawbacks of running the show around here. Sit down if you like, Watkyns won't be needing it anymore."
The armored fellow patted his hand on the book with a fairly serious air about him. He spoke rather matter-of-factly which may or may not have been to the stranger's liking. At the very least though, he didn't seem to mind the strangers presence or manner at all, and had no problem with him sitting down.
"What brings you to Dunwald stranger? We don't get many outsiders headed this way anymore... or ever. Surely it can't be for our magic guild- ah, where are my manners? Evander is what they call me, but I haven't heard your name yet."
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"Me. Both."
"Oh, ok then. This is probably the right place for you."
Maven expected a demonstration, or at least thought she had made herself clear enough, but Zel answered her question regardless. By her simple answer, the guild was where she belonged in Dunwald, but did she even belong in the firs place?
"How many days are you here for?" she gestured a sleeping motion with her hands and her head, assuming Zel planned on staying at least overnight.
"Not very long if the port authority has anything to say on the matter. How do you know she isn't just a stowaway?"
The owner spoke up, addressing a concern of hers. Particularly because Maven and Zel were the ones whose situation seemed the most interesting at the time.
"She could be, but if she can fight and she knows magic, I think they'd be willing to overlook it. Border patrol always needs help after all, and if I vouch for her-"
"You're trying awfully hard to keep her around."
Once the owner said this, it was like she pierced Maven with a spear made of ice. Her demeanor went back to her usual dour self, and she lost all inclination to act as helpful as she could. She soon returned to her booth by the window, and gave the letter a few more readings over. At some point she momentarily happened to "notice" Zel, and absentmindedly gestured towards the empty side of the booth if the foreigner wanted to sit. Either way, she went back to reading the letter.
"So why are you here? What do you want?"
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Post by Kuro on Oct 12, 2013 11:22:14 GMT -5
Solaeus sank into the chair, his long robes flowing about in a tattered mess, making him seem much bigger than he actually was. At Evander's introduction and request for a name, the old man sat up straight and swelled with pride, which showed in his otherwise hollow voice.
"I am Solaeus Telleon Thyraneus the Fourth, a wizard skilled in the glorious magic of blessed light. Unfortunately, despite my abilities, I have wandered these lands almost penniless, treated as poorly as any other old, common vagrant. In my goalless path across the continent, I have found myself here, at the border. I knew not of this town before I came, but now I have been told that there is a magic guild here; a border guard, nonetheless. I am indeed interested in it."
A smile cracked across his wrinkled, skull-like face. "And yes, you are so right concerning the 'thankless job'. I was in power once, I had to pull the strings while others acted as if they were in charge. No one thanks you, appreciates you, sees the skill in you. I think that a discussion with you regarding my desire to join the guild would be most fruitful, would it not, Evander? I do enjoy speaking with one who does not wish to waste words. Now then, what are the requirements? Tests? Demonstrations? Must I fill out a form?"
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Post by Mise™ on Oct 13, 2013 13:46:38 GMT -5
Zêl struggled with Maven's follow-up question, which should come out as no surprise. The first question had been very easy, but the next one was a lot trickier. However after thinking for a few seconds Zêl did manage to give her answer "Me no know." The answer wasn't very elaborate, but at least it seemed like she knew what had been asked from her. Then it seemed like that was everything for a moment as Maven seemed to leave Zêl alone for a moment, which seemed a bit worrying, Zêl though that maybe she had said or done something wrong. But it was only for a moment as soon she was asked two more questions. "Tesso êtt yjyâys mîd. Kiro te ve kirjiond hi cilê?" Zêl understood what was asked from her, kind of at least, however as she could not really answer with one or two words as usually she couldn't really answer at all, her vocabulary wasn't just large enough. "Sorry. Me no can answer." It would be pretty easy to misinterpret her as if she did not want to answer the questions instead of just being unable to answer them. Meanwhile, just a few meters away, an old man spoke a lot of fancy words.
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