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Post by Gwydion Nefarine on Jan 9, 2009 20:31:34 GMT -5
Gwydion Nefarine sat at table at the bar of an inn. He was a mercenary. He often found work at a place like this. Traders would often hire him for protection from thieves. Sometimes, people would come to him telling him stories of their friends and family being kidnapped. Those were the people of which he was most sympathetic. He could relate to them.
Gwydion was fit for being a mercenary. He was intimidating at a glance. When someone got to know him though, he or she would know that he would only use his sword if he had to. He was not in the business of killing, but of protecting. His eyes swept the bar, looking for a possible client.
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Post by Lan on Jan 11, 2009 14:19:29 GMT -5
A woman in a black cloak stepped through the door. She glanced around the inn, taking in the faces of the people sitting at the scratched tables. Her eyes fell on a lone figure, sitting at a table to the right. This was who she was looking for.
She walked silently over to the table and drew up a chair, scraping it along the wooden floor. Sitting silently on the chair, she drew a small drawstring pouch from her belt, along with a white folded piece of parchment, both of which she dropped on the table in front of the man.
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Post by Gwydion Nefarine on Jan 11, 2009 14:27:13 GMT -5
Gwydion picked up the piece of parchment and read it. It had a single word written on it. Issil. He glanced inside the pouch. It contained a large sum of money. He directed his gaze to the woman. What did she mean by this? Issil was in another Empire. Gwydion looked questioningly at her. He often got strange requests in different forms or fashions. But this? This was different.
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Post by Lan on Jan 11, 2009 14:32:53 GMT -5
She took her hood from her head, revealing long blond hair that tumbled around her shoulders. She was strikingly beautiful, but something in her eyes betrayed that beauty. Her eyes seemed to contain cold colculation, as if she were merely talking to an object."My name is Jenoveve, sadly, that is all I can tell you. If you want the money, you will have to go the location."
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Post by Gwydion Nefarine on Jan 11, 2009 14:39:22 GMT -5
Gwydion nodded. "Gwydion Nefarine, at your service my lady. I will go." Something was off about this. But he agreed, nonetheless. He agreed out of curiosity, if for nothing else. What was she hiding?
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Post by Lan on Jan 11, 2009 14:43:36 GMT -5
She nodded, pulling up her hood. "Very well, Gwydion Nefarine, there is a horse waiting for you outside."
With this, she stood up and began walking towards the door.
"If you wish, I can accompany you."
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Post by Gwydion Nefarine on Jan 11, 2009 14:48:35 GMT -5
He usually like to do things by himself. This was a different situation though. He only knew he was going to Issil. Maybe if Jenoveve traveled with him, he could find out more about his job. "I would gladly accept your company, m'lady."
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Post by Lan on Jan 11, 2009 14:53:17 GMT -5
She nodded. "This way."
She led him to the stables near the inn. There they found two black horses, already saddled. It seemed she already knew what he was going to say. "Today ride south east to avoid the Verall mountains."
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Post by Gwydion Nefarine on Jan 11, 2009 14:59:53 GMT -5
He got on one of the horses. "Understood. But why this secrecy? I'm going to find out eventually. Why not tell me about the job now?"
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Post by Lan on Jan 11, 2009 15:03:27 GMT -5
"Because," She said, "They wouldn't tell me either."
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Post by Gwydion Nefarine on Jan 11, 2009 15:11:33 GMT -5
This only hightened Gwydion's curiosity. He gave up trying to get answers. "Well then, if you're ready, we have a long road ahead of us." He moved the horse out of the stable and readied himself for his journey.
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Post by Lan on Jan 11, 2009 15:19:14 GMT -5
Jinaveve mounted her horse gracefully, then started to trot towards the woods.
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Post by Gwydion Nefarine on Jan 11, 2009 15:23:29 GMT -5
Gwydion's horse followed. Something tells me this job will take a while, he thought.
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