TS: First Cycle, Third Brightening of Kalendryas. Era XIV PF.
For the last cycle or so, Temujin had been living in the streets of Vortex. This morning though, he had awakened to the clumsy hands of a youth trying to find his purse. The fight had been short, the rhagrhnd had taught the boy a rather vicious lesson before leaving him bleeding and unconcious in the alley that Temujin had chosen to rest in.
He counted himself lucky that it had been a foolish boy this time. Next time it could be one who rathered picking a purse off a corpse rather then a living person. With this thought in mind, he had decided to find a room at one of the many inns that the dark city had to offer. He visited the Golden Dragon first, but he had quickly left when he found that they wanted him to leave his weapons in the reception area. In a city such as this, he was not about to relinquish his arms for the sake of a room.
So, after wondering through the streets for a while, he had come across another inn that looked promising. The neighbourhood wasn't the best of places to be, but Temujin couldn't really be all that picky. The sign proclaimed the building to be,
'The Watering Hole.' Not all that fancy of a name, but it could provide a room for him.
Entering the building, the rhagrhnd looked around at the patrons. Most were keeping to themselves or in close groups, drinking or eating. A barmaid roamed the room, his dress more revealing then it should be in a place like this. Approaching the bartender, Temujin asked,
"How much is a room here?"
"Two crowns a brightening, five if you want dinner with it," the burly man said gruffly as he ran a stained rag around the inside of a wooden mug.
"I'll take on of your rooms, no dinner though. Two cycles I need it, maybe more," the rhagrhnd said. Pulling his purse out from inside his shirt, he opened it up and drew out a pair of twenty crown bank notes. Handing them over, the man made them disappear.
"Betty! Show this guy to a room!" He called over to the barmaid.
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The room wasn't much. A small place with a bed of hay in the middle of one wall and and end table beside it. A chest of drawers was the only other furnishings in her, placed in the corner. Setting his bag next to the bed, he sat down and unpacked his few belongings. His cloths were neatly folded and placed within the chest of drawers and most of his other belongings, mainly camping equipment was stowed under the bed.
The large claymore he had boughten when he first ventured into the Empire was leaned up against the wall behind the door. He had never had any formal training with the weapon, but it made a nice threat for any unwanted visitors. Leaning his shortsword againt the end table, he took of his boots and drew the knives out from within and placed them on the end table. Stretching out of the rough mattress, he dozed off into a light sleep.
Linear Mode
