Private rp with Wingfeather

[wingfeather]

Lockian did not expect to be able to leave so soon but then again he was definitely very glad of it. The thought of having to stay on this place for days longer was not an appealing one. He sat down again, ''agh I need something to drink,'' he said standing again, ''would you like me to get you something?'' He hoped that maybe a little ale would calm his mind and let him relax. After he drank a bit he knew he should get those arrows finished, they would probably need them on the journey, they would be useful in protection as well as hunting for meat, at least whenever it could be found.

[mainehorse]

"Please, I would greatly appreciate that." Cass says, glancing up at the ceiling. A good stiff drink definitely sounded tempted right about now. She wasn't sure how often she might have drank prior to all of this... but with everything that was happening now, surely there wasn't any harm in indulging a little bit. It wasn't as though she was planning on drinking herself into a stupor. She'd need to sharpen her sword tonight as well, though both the whetstone and her sword were upstairs, so that would have to wait for now. But she would get it done before they departed tomorrow morning. She needed to be sure that the blade was sharp and ready in case they ran into trouble. With how tense the air felt, she was fairly certain that there was a high possibility that they might.

[wingfeather]

Lockian nodded and walked up to the bar to purchase their drinks. He came back and handed Cassidy her's. While he was gone Grettir had hopped up into his chair and had begun to make himself comfortable, when Lockian saw this he gave the dog a despairing look, ''lad what am I going to do with you?'' Grettir looked at him and sneezed before jumping off the chair and resuming his station near the fire, but he got up two seconds later and laid down behind Lockian's chair to cool off. Lockian shook his head and took a drink, thinking over everything he had to get into order before their departure, his clothes were in pretty well order for he had just mended them last week, Grettir of course didn't need anything he could hunt and forage for himself, food would also be acquired later and necessary gear. He sat back with a sigh he should just enjoy this moment while he could, the real planning would come soon enough.

[mainehorse]

"Thank you," Cass says, taking hold of the offered tankard of ale. This would probably be their last drink for a bit, unless she could get a couple of bottles of wine or something with the provisions. Alcohol would of course keep, but it wouldn't be the easiest thing to transport. But in a backpack it could be managed. Either way, for now they could enjoy a good drink. "Clouds are starting to clear. Hopefully the roads should be mostly clear by morning" she says, glancing out the window. There would a lot to get done in the morning before they would be able to hit the road. But hopefully they could be out by noon at the latest. She'd have to see about picking up enough provisions for two people to get through at least a couple of days. She had no way of knowing how long the trip might take. Though one night, they would probably be in the city to see about finding a horse for Lockian. At that point, they could probably get rooms in a tavern for the night as well as proper meals.

[wingfeather]

Lockian glanced out the window, ''ah good,'' he said stretching his legs out comfortably in front of him, he didn't expect the roads to be fully clear, they would probably at the very least have to pass through some mud and fallen limbs, but things like that never hurt a body nor did they bother Lockian. As a young boy Lockian had grown up at Stormhaven, of course he would occasionally travel with his father to the closer petty lords but never the farther rich ones who were wealthy enough to keep private armies. ''I know it may sound funny but I don't know much about the lands surrounding us, especially as far as the lords we are looking for would most likely be, which direction do you plan on traveling in?''

[mainehorse]

"Well... I can't say I have any better a lay of the land than you do. But I was able to pick up a map while I was out today. If we head north, we'll be coming across the lands of Lord Addaway and Baron Moore. That seems like as good a place as any to start. We'll be on the road for quite some time to get there, but those two appear to be some of the closest if the map is to be believed." Cass says. Heading out completely blind had seemed quite unintelligent, not that the map helped much aside from giving her a general idea of what direction would be the best to head into. At least it would provide some sense of direction. She knew nothing of this Lord Addaway or Baron Moore, but if they were rich enough to own a lot of land, they likely were rich enough to have private armies.

[wingfeather]

Lockian nodded, his eyes glazed as he pictured the map in his mind, ''I... believe I've heard of them before, but know more than that. It was good thinking picking up that map, it is always hard though to find a good and useful map though, hopefully yours will prove itself trustworthy,'' he said taking a drink. ''Agh if I am to get those arrows finished I should start now,'' he said standing and putting his still half full tankard on the nearest table, ''I'll just run upstairs and fetch them,'' he told Cassidy. He began walking towards the stairs. Grettir of course made no move to follow.

[mainehorse]

"I suppose at least one of us has... hopefully they'll prove reasonable." Cass says, taking a sip from her tankard of ale. "I'll head up with you. I've got to sharpen my sword before we head out in the morning. Better to do it now than to wait till later and have to rush to do so in the morning" she says, setting the tankard down on the table beside the armchair. She would need to retrieve both her sword and the whetstone she had bought earlier. Setting out with a dull blade would do them no favors, especially if they wound up running into a group of brigands. Of course, she would rather avoid a fight if possible. But if someone were to threaten them, then she wasn't going to just stand by and take it.

[wingfeather]

Lockian nodded then walked up the flight of stairs. He opened his door and stepped inside. ''I am so glad I had thought to order those arrow heads when I did,'' he murmured to himself as he collected the sticks and bag of points. Before he exited the room he glanced at his quiver leaning against the wall near his bed. One..three..four arrows left only! Hmm very glad he was able to have new arrows made. Granted he could have just bought a whole new set at the armory but why spend the extra money, plus it was a useful skill to have. His quiver could only comfortably hold twelve arrows, so the four plus the two he made last evening... he needed only to make at the very least six more arrows but if he had the time a few extra would not hurt. The feathers were still a problem though.... Walking back downstairs he spotted the innkeeper's son, ''lad,'' he said walking up to him, ''what do you say to a copper piece if you can collect for me a good amount of dry feathers?'' The boys eyes widened, this was quite the sum to him, swiftly he nodded eagerly and ran off. Lockian smiled and returned to his chair by the fire.

[mainehorse]

Cass picks up her greatsword in her left hand and slips it onto the scabbard on her hip. She wasn't sure if her right arm could take the weight of the hefty weapon, and she didn't want to chance dropping it and denting the metal. She picks up the whetstone up off the desk and makes her way downstairs again, just in time to see the innkeeper's son running off rather excitedly. He almost crashes into her in his haste. She quirks an eyebrow slightly, her mismatched gaze following the child as he hurriedly backed away before continuing on his way. As the door to the inn shuts again, she shakes her head before continuing on her way back to the fire. "Any idea where the kid was off to in such a hurry?" She asks as she takes a seat in the armchair she had vacated earlier. Pulling out her sword, she lays it across her lap so that she could begin to sharpen it.

[wingfeather]

Lockian grinned, ''I told him I would give him a copper piece if he would find me some dry feathers. I realized that I wouldn't be able to find them later. Also he is in general a good lad and I wanted to do something like that for him before I left,'' he said sizing up his first shaft. Looking across he suddenly noticed Cassidy's sword, he had never been able to study it very well earlier, but now that it wasn't unsheathed for reasons of defense he felt more comfortable in giving it a better look, ''quite the blade you have there,'' he said deeming it a very fine blade, ''have you named it?'' He knew that some people liked to call there swords things but he did not know wether Cassidy kept that practice.

[mainehorse]

"Ahhh... to be a child. Where the biggest worry you have is finding feathers to earn a copper piece." Cass says as she began to run the whetstone along the blade of her sword. She couldn't remember her own youth. She couldn't remember much of anything at this point. She truthfully wasn't even certain how old she was. What year was it even? She knew she was born some time in the year 1464, why that one random fact stuck with her she wasn't sure. Surely there were more important things she could have remembered instead? "I don't know... I suppose I might have at some point. But all I really know for certain about it was that was on my person when the physician found me" she says, continuing to scrape the whetstone along her sword. She gripped the hilt tightly in her left hand to keep it in place. The last thing she needed was for it to slip and wind up accidently cutting herself. A blade like this was made to be deadly. Whomever she was, she must have been a high ranking soldier to possess such a weapon. Longswords, rapiers, short swords, those were more common weapons than the heavier, larger greatswords like the one in her lap.

[wingfeather]

Lockian smiled, ''my thoughts exactly,'' even though he really wasn't that old he was just beginning to feel what some of the older folks called 'the weight of years' pressing down on him. He always found it a rather depressing thought whenever he thought about how there was no way to be young again, a body just kept getting older and there was no way to stop it. But another thing he realized soon after was that thoughts such as those age a body way faster. ''Hmm,'' he knew that sometimes, if the sword were custom made, their name would be engraved into it, but he didn't know if Cassidy's was like that. ''You know, I was rather surprised that those physicians did not take your money or belongings once they found out you didn't even know you had them,'' he said beginning to whittle away at the stick.

[mainehorse]

"I suppose nothing is more inevitable than the passing of time." Cass says, setting the whetstone down for a moment to attempt to flex the fingers on her right hand in an attempt to find some relief. It seemed that any physically demanding task would cause it to protest. But at least she could still use the arm. At this point, she'd just have to take what she could get. "What year is it anyway?" She asks. That probably sounded like an odd question, but there was nothing she could do about that. She knew what year she was born in, 1464. So if she could find out what year it was, she could at least know how old she actually was. All she knew was that she had to be an adult. "I suppose I can count myself lucky on that front, that the person who found me was actually a decent human being. A bit coddling perhaps... if he had his way I'd still be in that infirmary" she says. Sure, she wasn't in the best shape since she was still somewhat battered up. But she wasn't on death's door, so she saw no need to stay in there.

[wingfeather]

Lockian thought for a moment, ''1492,'' he answered, sometimes it was difficult remembering the year since it wasn't really something he thought about every day and the only way it really is remembered was by memory. ''Good for you for getting out, no need to be around them more than need be,'' he said. He fit an arrow to the shaft and tied the twine around it, taking care to use the exact length he had used for the last two arrows, even a few extra coils could throw off his aim and he preferred to have all his arrows a trustworthy and consistent weight and length as he could possibly get, it would never do if he had to consistently adjust his aim or drawback due to warped arrows.