Candle lights brightened up the darkness enshrouding Seers' Village as Tash made his way down the path from the north. Strapped to his back was his usual sword, around his waist hung his bag of runes and his axe. Propped up against his left shoulder and held in his corresponding hand were the two sleek dragon wings. The town was not necessarily busy at night, but this casual looking man sauntering down the road attracted much attention. For those who wanted to get drunk, you stayed at the tavern. For those who wanted to informally chat amongst each other, you stayed at the local bank, which Tash just so happened to be walking past awfully slowly so as to gain even more publicity. Civilian's lips began to chatter as he strolled past.
"Wow, what're those things that man has?"
"They look like the wings of a dragon."
"No way! Do you think they could be from that dragon figure rumor that's been circling around town?"
"Perhaps they are. That man looks to be the mage for hire or whatever they happen to call him."
Tash grinned to himself and suppressed a laugh of glee. He looked ahead to the tavern off on the right. The bank slowly drew further away along with the talk inside of it and Tash began to increase his pace as he started to care less about attention and more about what Rich would have to say.
The crowd in the tavern dropped to silence as every eye in the building turned to the doorway where a man in a plain brown tunic and khaki colored pants stood. His clothing was the least of their interests though. It was the large, sleek, black wings resting upon his shoulder that everyone was glaring at. Another man of slightly older age approached the new entrant and guided him to a table.
"I guess those would be the proof of a complete mission then?" Rich said with a brief chuckle.
13-Jun-2008 18:40:35
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