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Post by Belsamuel on Nov 4, 2007 0:43:12 GMT
Belsamuel sat at his usual space at the back of Dalanor's Inn. The usual's were all in tonight, although no one worth talking to, but then, he was only really waiting for one person...
He did hope she came. Did he read too much into her? Matbe she's not as hopeless as he though. Maybe she won't be desperate to find him. If so then shit.... Archer would roll in his grave and that is not good...... He owed Archer so much and all he had to do was protect this girl, Archer's last wish......
Would she come?
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Post by Devyn on Nov 4, 2007 0:51:53 GMT
It was much later that night that Mona stepped into the tavern. She already had her bags packed and ready to go, hidden with her friends back at the old house, but she'd changed her mind-- she need more help. She need the help from someone that had connections.
He could still be your enemy.... but everyone is your enemy anyways.
When she stepped into the tavern she got a couple whistles and few drunken men calling things out to her but she expected it. When you walk in a tavern of drunk men wearing a corset, black breeches, and knee high boots, you're bound to get a few slobbering men to look over-- especially when she wasn't hiding her hair or eyes underneath a clock.
Mona ignored the catcalls and made her way to the bartender, leaning across the countertop to be heard.
"Your piano there needs tuning."
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Post by Belsamuel on Nov 4, 2007 1:06:03 GMT
Dalanor looked up into the eyes of the lady opposite him..."That is does missy, but that's not for me to decide. Our bard over there...Belasmuel... He's the one to talk to if you want it fixed, but I warn you....." He looked deeply into the young lady's eyes.." He doesn't like many people asking about how he tunes his instruments!"
He then pointed to a man sitting over in the corner next to the stage. He was at his leasure looking into a glass of scotch thinking to himself with a troubled look on his face. His large black cloak swirled around his chair, glistening shades of the darkest burgandy on the inside. His feet were crossed at the ankles on the table, hard worn black musketeer boots and purple pants truly looking like they needed replaced, but with the maintainence to them to show the owner never wastes anything. He then looked up and lifted his bandana, his eyes resting on the lady for a bit, a split second of recognition, then nothing in his glassy stare as he turned away....
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Post by Devyn on Nov 4, 2007 1:10:18 GMT
Mona glanced over, meeting his eyes for a moment, but she looked back at the bartender.
"Thanks for the warning."
She pushed off the bar top and walked to the corner near the stage, stopping at the opposite end of his table.
"What's in it for you?"
She asked in a hard tone, one that shouldn't come from a girl that looked like she did.
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Post by Belsamuel on Nov 4, 2007 1:36:47 GMT
Belsamuel looked into Mona's eyes.....stupid girl! "I'm sorry, what's in what for me? Do I know you?" He shot her a warning clance and looked around the room. "But your type, I'd be careful of little Firefly here, you don't want Anya catching someone plying her territory. She's a favourite of the pirates and nobles who visit this inn. Maybe though I'll throw you a bone and let you come up to my room?" He gave her a glance that begged her to trust him. He then laughed forcibly. "That's if you're trustworthy in a room alone with me. And have no fear of retribution from others of your trade. Dalanor knows when I'm in my room NO ONE comes up those stairs!"
He glanced into her eyes....."Well?"
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Post by Devyn on Nov 4, 2007 1:45:50 GMT
Mona hated the mention of going to a room with any man-- more she feared it than hated it, but she gave a slight nod, seeing in his eyes that he was truly trying to protect her.
I need protection.
"Fine."
She nodded stiffily in agreement.
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Post by Belsamuel on Nov 4, 2007 2:07:18 GMT
Belsamuel gto up and placed his arm around her and held her close. He could feel her stiffen in his grasp, but they had to look the part. He waved to a few cheers from people who nkew him and laughed along with some comments about Anya finding out.
He gave Dalanor the signal for absolute no disturbance for any reason and led her up the stairs and into his room. As he closed the door (with his face to her this time) he asked "So, what made you change your mind?"
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Post by Devyn on Nov 4, 2007 2:11:21 GMT
Mona's first task was getting his arm off from around her waist which she did quite quickly, taking some steps away.
"I met up with an old friend--"
She said with a bitter note in her tone of voice, obviously not wanting to explain anymore of it.
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Post by Belsamuel on Nov 4, 2007 2:25:18 GMT
"Ah, I see.....while I do not know your old friends I do know of them. Fine, as I promised, you want help and I am here. What is the gameplan?" He went and got a drink of scotch from the davenport next to the wall. He offered her a a drink, pointing to the selction of alcahol and juices on his shelf.
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Post by Devyn on Nov 4, 2007 2:34:36 GMT
Mona eyed the drinks and she died to drown herself in any type of alcohol at the moment, but she shook her head.
"No."
She knew better than to drink around men... even ones that seemed trusthworthy.
"I plan to leave this place as soon as possible. And head South of here--"
She left out the explaination to why she wanted to head south.
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