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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/17/2017 2:47:52 AM
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Welcome to a Good Knight's Night inn. The best sleep you'll ever have, and the best sausage in town.
[b]Almost on cue, his partner Elincia threw a sausage at Dale, who caught it, took a bit and spoke while chewing.[/b]
You seemed way to tipsy last night to be safe, so we decided to give you a place to rest.
[b]He swallowed the bite and spoke again, waving to a knight with a frog like head as he walked by. [/b]
Otherwise you might have ended up on the street.
English
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"Tipsy, you said? Explains the hangover then...." [i]The man mumbled, mostly to himself as if he had forgotten the events from last night. [/i] "I thank you for your hospitality ser, but I am sure you wish for something in return. Name your price, who do you wish dead?"
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Dead? Hm... The word dead carries a lot of weight to it, lugging it around and throwing it about is a bad way to live. [b]He thought for a moment, before speaking again, his eyes seemingly now focused on a crack in the ceiling. [/b] If you don't have money, I suppose we'll let this slide, perhaps you'll do some cleaning. If not, you have to promise to come back.
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"You seem to misunderstand, ser. I have the money to pay, but I am a killer. They call me the Bloody Witcher, and I live up to the name. An assassin of sorts, if it pleases you." [i]The man stated, drumming his fingers along the hilt of the blade at his hip. [/i] "You allowed me to spend a night in this establishment, without reason, without merit. An honourable deed, which is to be met with a deed as well. Any of your competitors, I will kill. Any of your enemies, I will kill. I do not throw the word around, ser. I throw their heads off. "
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[b]He smiled at the assassin, scratching his thin beard, and spoke once more, moving his hand to the back of his head. [/b] You see the problem is, I don't have any enemies, nor plan on making any. If you really feel like playing a blood price... [b]He placed his right hand on his chin, and supported his elbow with his left hand. He thought for a moment, and spoke. [/b] If I come across anyone who I think is a threat to me or my family's safety, can I count on you to help?
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"I swear upon my blade I will come if you call for my assistance." [i]Alric nodded his head, bowing slightly at the man before him. [/i]
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Uh, sure man. Well, if you want to sit down for a meal go 'head. I'll join you in a bit, just give me a moment to find a table. [b]He went off, swerving between the circular tables before finding an empty one and waving the assassin over. [/b]
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[i]The Witcher sighed to himself, reaching his hand up and playing with the cat headed medallion in the center of his chest. After a moment of thought, he weaved through the crowd of people and slid into a chair at the table, making himself comfortable. [/i]
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[b]Pulling a chair from a nearby table, Dale squatted on it, leaning forward with one hand on his knee, the other on the back of the chair. [/b] I'm gonna ask some questions, if you feel uncomfortable just say pass. The first is your full name, for hotel log books, the next is whether you prefer waffles or cereal. [b]Letting go of the chair back, he leaned towards it and crossed his arms. [/b] And the third, do you feel pride in your work?
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"Alric, The Bloody Witcher. Don't have a last name, that's all I know about." [i]The man put his hands in his lap, locking his fingers together. [/i] "What the fock is cereal? Or waffles?" [i]He raised an eyebrow, clearly curious about the two food items. [/i] "And no, I'm not exactly proud of my work. I prefer monster hunting over human hunting, but the former doesn't have much business here."
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Cereal is oats, soaked in milk, you eat it with a spoon. Waffles is dough shows with magic into a grid like pattern and covered with sugar. Good stuff. [b]The woman from last night placed down two bowls of soaked oats, as well as a kiss on Dale's head, before walking off once more, leaving the two alone. [/b] It's nice, knowing I have an ally in time s of need to protect the ones I love. Thanks.
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"Huh... Always enjoyed a good chicken in the morning more." [i]Alric laughed, pulling the cereal toward himself. [/i] "I owe you a debt, there is no thanks necessary. Though, I would care for something in return. Your name, ser."
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Dale Morrison. The woman who just served us is Elincia Morrison, my wife. You can see why I want her protected, haha! [b]His hearty laughter echoed in the tavern, slightly above the rest of the chatter. A few people looked, but most were used to it by now. [/b] But really, thanks. If there's anything you need done, short murder, I'll do it for a fair price. Just hit this place up again.
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"Perhaps I will... I've been frequenting that Lounge of Blades, but there's too many warriors there. This place seems... Nice." [i]It was... A compliment that much was sure. [/i]
