Private rp with Wingfeather

[mainehorse]

"Ale you say? I could use a strong drink... might check out the inn first then." Cass says. If they had any vacant rooms, and she could afford one, then that would be excellent. Otherwise she'd be stuck sleeping outside for the night. Though if it came to that, then she would survive roughing it. She quirks an eyebrow slightly at this next statement. "King of the undertow?" She deadpans. Was it man or beast? She supposed either could be equally dangerous. Though she'd take a beast over the alternative any day. At least a beast wouldn't pretend to be a friend first only to stab you in the back later. With a beast, there was at least that expectation that it would try to kill as soon as it set eyes upon someone.

[wingfeather]

Lockian nodded, ''let's get back to town then,'' he said briskly. Splashing across the creek toward her, slowly he drew up to the bank and stepped out of the water. He eyed her once then continued down the path. He did not know what to make of this strange stoic woman. She didn't seem mean, it was just that she was the type that would not flinch from desperate measures. He surely didn't want to go to sleep with one such as she as an enemy. He hoped he hadn't done anything in their short acquaintanceship to put him on her bad side. Time will tell, he supposed. But he still couldn't tell but wonder at her past, it was definitely everything but ordinary.

[mainehorse]

"Alright... lead the way. I'll be right behind you." Cass says, following along behind him. She had no desire to harm him, nor anyone else. Right now all she wanted was a stiff drink and some place to rest, if only for a little bit. Preferably a place with soap and access to water so she could clean off the dried blood that coated her skin in many places. She was probably quite the sight right now, unsure how much of it was her own and how much of it belonged to whomever had left her in this state. She'd need to find a change of clothes as well. Her current garb was no less stained in dried blood than she was. Perhaps she'd feel better after getting cleaned up and getting a drink. She could hope anyway. Right now she wasn't feeling all that great. He hadn't elaborated on who this 'king of the undertow' was, but she could figure out that at a later time. For now, she had other matters to sort out.

[wingfeather]

Lockian walked rather stiffly, he was slightly in front of Cassidy and he was very uncomfortable since he could not see her movements. He drew a deep breath, he had no reason not to trust her, she showed no sign of hostility, he lifted his head higher and walked with more confidence. Soon they reached the quiet cobblestoned streets of Stormhaven, the inn they approached was called The Falcon's eye, it was known for quite a ways around for its ale. That was probably the only good thing left in the small town, Lockian thought. Upon coming up to the inn Lockian held the door open for Cassidy then followed in behind her. ''I will save us a seat while you wash up, that is, if you care to dine with me,'' he told her.

[mainehorse]

"I would appreciate that. I shouldn't be too long." Cass says, making her way over to the counter to see about booking a room. She'd have to see about finding some fresh clothes as well, since although she could wash what she was wearing, it would not dry in time for her to come back down to the tavern area of the inn. Upon paying, the man at the counter gives her a fresh tunic, a pair of trousers and a key for one of the rooms upstairs. She makes her way upstairs, locking the door to the room behind herself. She fills the tub with hot water before pulling off her bloodstained gloves. She'd wash them and set them to dry over the hearth, they would at least hopefully be dry by the time she was done. The rest of her clothing, she would worry about washing later. She discards the bloodstained tunic and trousers she had been wearing and proceeds to get herself cleaned up. All these scars, and she hadn't a clue where any of them had come from. Clearly whatever life she had led before this, it hadn't been an easy one. Once she was satisfied that she was clean, she dries herself off and slips into the fresh long sleeved tunic and trousers before slipping her gloves on. They were slightly damp still, but she could live with that. Pocketing her room key, she makes her way back downstairs.

[wingfeather]

Lockian found a seat near a window, it was the farthest he could get from the cooking fire that was at the other end of the room. He sat down and requested two tankards of ale from the maid, he knew Cassidy would most likely want to start out with a drink before the meal. Lockian noticed the inn door open and in nosed a huge greyhound, the large dog sniffed the air then looked straight at Lockian and gave a joyful bay. He bounded towards the young man and jumped up with his paws on Lockian's shoulders, his huge face inches from Lockian's own, ''Grettir lad, where have you been?'' He scratched the dog affectionately behind the ears. Grettir took his paws off of and laid down with a contented sigh at Lockian's feet, waiting for the scraps that he knew would be coming.

(last post for me today, night)

[mainehorse]

Cass makes her way down the stairs from where the rooms were located. Once she had reached the bottom floor, her mismatched gaze scans over the thankfully mostly empty tavern. That was certainly a relief, there would be no drunkards to deal with and very little noise. With her head pounding, she didn't think she could take a lot of the hustle and bustle in most taverns. When she spots Lockian seated by one of the windows, she makes her way over, carefully lowering herself into the seat across from him. "Cute dog" she says, glancing at the greyhound that lay at his feet. She runs a gloved hand through her wavy black hair absent-mindedly before letting it rest in her lap again. What a day this was proving to be. But at least now she had a room for the night, and she had been able to clean up. A stiff drink and a bite to eat would probably do her good as well. She couldn't be sure when she had last eaten.



(Alright. Good night)

[wingfeather]

Lockian looked up when Cassidy came up to the table, ''thank you, I call him Grettir,'' he said in response to the compliment. The wolfhound in his turn thumped his tail against the floorboards in enjoyment of the attention. At that moment the maid appeared with their drinks, setting them down on the table and shooting a slightly disapproving glance at the dog, she asked if either of the two would want food, venison stew was what they had that night. Lockian nodded his affirmative and waited for Cassidy to answer. Once the young girl had left he turned back to Cassidy after taking a long swig of the ale, ''so what do you plan to do now,'' he was curious to see what she would do since she was apparently in a strange and foreign town, he also wondered if there was any way he would be able to help her with it.

[mainehorse]

Cass nods slightly in response to the maid. She probably should eat something tonight, and a bowl of stew would be hearty. She couldn't remember when she had last had a proper meal, she hadn't had much of an appetite for the time she had been in the infirmary, so she knew it had been at least a few days. Anything before that, she couldn't say. She wraps one gloved hand around her tankard of ale, bringing it up to take a sip. She definitely needed a stiff drink. "I don't know... see about making some money I suppose. I've got some gold, but that's only going to last so long and you can't do much of anything without coin" she replies. That seemed like the most logical thing to do given the circumstances. She had her sword, and though she wasn't in peak physical condition after whatever had happened to her, she could fight. So surely she could find some sort of work as a mercenary or the like.

[wingfeather]

Lockian nodded and took a more contemplative sip, ''hmm I earn my keep here by bringing in the meat and a few other odd jobs, like taking care of the horses and things, but honestly I want to find something better. You can't really make anything of yourself with a job like this,'' he said dryly, he took another sip, ''you looking for something in particular?'' The maid returned with two steaming bowls of soup, Lockian took up a spoon and began staring his bowl to try and cool it off, the maid also set down a wooden platter piled with small loaves of bread.

[mainehorse]

"For now, whatever will help ensure I can get by will do just fine. I've got a sword, I can fight. So I suppose finding work as a mercenary would be my best bet. People are usually welling to pay a hefty fee for such work and there will always be people looking for swords for hire. If you can fight, that might be a good option for you as well." Cass says, picking up one of small loaves of bread. She breaks off a piece, dipping into the thick broth of her bowl of stew. She'd have to invest in a halfway decent pair of leather armor first though, and eventually plate when she could afford it. She didn't have any armor at the moment, or maybe she had in the past. She didn't know and that was eating away at her. What could have possibly happened to leave her past so unknown? But for now, she just had to figure out how to get by.

[wingfeather]

Lockian laughed, but without much mirth, ''it would be a good option wouldn't it. Well the fact is is I can't wield a sword properly, I'm just not built for that type of weapon,'' he said this a little hotly. Thoughts of when his uncle tried teaching him the techniques came back to him. He shook his head, ''no, my chosen weapon is the bow and archery is more my specialty. I can do a little on horseback, but I don't really know if calvery archers are in want right now,'' he took a bite of his stew, ''wouldn't hurt to find out I suppose,'' he said more to himself than Cassidy. He shook himself, ''I know there are a few barons and lords in the surrounding areas who may hire you if that is what you are trying to go for.''

[mainehorse]

"You never know who might be in demand... ranged attacks can be just as useful as melee attacks under the right circumstances. Somebody needs to hold down the fort while others are on the frontlines after all." Cass says. At the very least, it probably wouldn't hurt to see if someone might be looking for someone with such a skillset, even if fighters for the frontlines were typically in higher demand simply they also perished far more often. She'd probably try to find a few of these barons and lords to see what offers she could get, to make sure that she was getting the best pay she could for her work. And maybe eventually she could figure out how exactly she had gotten into this situation. Or maybe not. Maybe she'd just have to make a new life for herself, not knowing who she was before.

[wingfeather]

Lockian nodded he knew this already, but he also wished he could have the more respected field. But he shrugged this last thought off, he was what he was, ''your right, would you mind if I accompanied you in you search,'' he asked, Lockian knew that he could at any time go and look for work on his own, but in truth he wanted to be hired in the same private army. He would never yet admit Cassidy as a friend, he didn't know her enough to trust her that far, but that day's conversations were some of the most pleasant he had had in a while. Lately all the villagers had been so closed mouthed, it was difficult to get hardly any civilized talk from them. Lockian pushed back his empty bowl and leaned back in his chair, scratching absent-mindedly at Grettir's scruffy head. He swirled the last of his ale in the cup before drinking it down in on last gulp.

[mainehorse]

"If you wish to accompany me, I won't stop you." Cass says, looking down into the dark liquid in her tankard before taking another sip. She'd probably see about getting another tankard before she turned in for the night. And tomorrow? Well she wasn't sure what tomorrow would hold. Probably looking for a decent set of leather armor or chainmail if she could afford it and then seeing if she could track down a lord or baron looking to hire. Though she would probably benefit from not running around too much right away. She was still healing after... well, whatever had happened. But she wasn't about to admit that when she was still fit enough to fight if she had to. As long as she could move, then she could work. And she had a lot to figure out. She knew that much.