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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/4/2017 5:51:17 AM
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The smuggler gave the odd man a weird look. Crossbows? Hardly.
Either wag he shrugged it off.
"Not much of a wine person, prefer be brandy and ale."
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"Mm. Tha's good, too." [i]From there, the man would kneel amongst the bodies, extinguishing the blade of flame as he muttered a prayer.[/i] "Lord of Light, take mercy upon these men 'n women, and see that their souls find the light. Not dark, nor an end - for all must be ready for the dark, and the terrors that it brings.." [i]He spoke with a certain dignifying voice, like a preacher, before rising up.[/i] "...Ardain Storm. Servant to R'hllor - the Lord of Light."
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Cody himself wasn't much of a religious man, but took the greeting as a normal one. "Cody Blackwall, silver tongued smuggler."
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"Mm.. Cody. I owe you now, y'know. And really, my little band of fire worshippers.. well, we owe you. Wanna grab a quick drink.. chat for a bit?" [i]Well, at least he was the type of priest that you could actually hang out with.[/i]
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The man nodded. "Sure, why not. Could use a drink about now, lead the way." He gestured them for Ardain to take point.
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"Mm. Les go, then." ------------------------------- [i]The bar that Ardain and Cody had found themselves in was certainly not the Lounge of Blades, owned by the Dojo..[/i] [i]From as soon as they entered, they found themselves in a drunken crowd, surprisingly for being so early. In the middle of the bar was a bloody ring, a sign perched up reading "THE DOJO", whilst two brutish men fought each other. It ended with one bashing in another's head with a hammer, resulting in a cheer from the crowd.[/i] [i]The patrons seemed to recognize Ardain, some bothering to chat and laugh with him. The rest ignored the two men, for the most part, as the armored man led Cody away to a table next to the bar's fireplace, the orange and red flames glistening vibrantly.[/i] "One bottle o' Dornish wine, ma'am," [i]Ardain nodded towards a waitress, whom looked at Cody. Seemed like Ardain's idea of thanking someone was getting wasted. For now.[/i]
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He waved a hand. "Brandy, miss." It was all he wanted at the moment. The bar was certainly.... Flashy, and by far gory, but it worked.
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[i]The waitress nodded, before returning to the two with their select drinks: Ardain practically chugged his glass, before setting it down, returning to the fire, of which glimmered with a stronger glow. He looked back at Cody, a little more serious now.[/i] "...If you wouldn't mind.. look into the fire. Tell me what you see." [spoiler]...Future shit, lol. Say that Cody sees what is in his near future, I suppose?[/spoiler]
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Cory gave him a confused look, then glanced at the fire then. "A sword... And what looks like another contract. The same as ever with me."
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"...And it isn't dripping with blood, for you? Bah, that comes later. But I see fire within fire, and-" [i]The flames would poof out a little, embers cackling from the wood. Ardain laughed a little.[/i] "...Maybe you are one of the Lord's chosen? I wouldn't know."
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"That's all I got man, didn't catch anything else and most likely I missed a few things." He shrugged. Religious talk wasn't his forte.
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"Mm. Have to work with you, then." [i]Ardain was dedicated to the cause of converting Cody, to be quite honest. Not so much to where he was just being an annoying shit.. but still.[/i] "So, where are you from? Clearly not here."
