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 Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 6:40 pm
"Certainly." Ophelia turned her head to return the kiss before pulling away. She now only held onto his hand as she began to lead the way. "Is there anything you might be in the mood for?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 7:01 pm
The difference between the good guys and the bad guys
Bringing them to the largest hut in the village Cryon looked around as he stopped infront of it and bowing to a rather old Wolf that sat in a makeshift chair just to the right of the door. His language that he spoke changed as he stood there no longer speaking the tongue the demon's would understand but the language of the Beastfolk. "Chief I have brought this creature before you finding him during my scouting" he said motioning for Blanc to move forward and bow. "He wishes to exchange knowledge upon the demon's motives and plans for simple stories of our tribe. I believed it may be a fair trade as it benefits us more then them. I chose seeking your guidance upon the matter first before making a decision" Cryon told him as he stood up looking now at the wolf proudly.
(Does anyone want to post as the chief? If not I will on next post.)
Is whether they use a human shield or make themselves one.
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 7:04 pm
"Something higher class than boat rations, I'll tell you that much." Balthazar joked.
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 7:06 pm
"Boat rations that hadn't gone rotten yet?" Ophelia snarked, leading her beloved along as she glanced about for the nearest inn.
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 9:34 pm
"And just our luck that no one brought any fishing gear. I would've gladly tried to catch my dinner over some of the crap they served." Balthazar said while he looked at the passing buildings, putting an arm around her shoulders as they walked.
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 9:44 pm
"At least if push comes to shove, we have the material to make or buy our own so that we aren't forced into a similar position again." Ophelia soon saw a telltale painted sign and stereotypical 'the -adjective ending in ING- -noun-' naming theme. "Might that be our place?" she asked, pointing the place out.
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 9:56 pm
"Best around here, not that that's saying much..." Balthazar paused with a frown. "God I'm going to feel like such a d**k here while I inevitably judge and compare everything to the royal equivalent I've been living on."
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 10:04 pm
"Not that this will make you feel any better, but it only gets worse from here depending on where you go." Ophelia whispered teasingly in his ear before offering a small kiss on the cheek. "Don't worry, though. You're very talented when it comes to adapting to the hurdles in your path. Far more so than any other man I've ever met."
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 6:20 pm
"Probably helps that I got bored of the cushy life. Average life of a shmuck on the road, hopping from inn to inn, here I come!" Balthazar said while punching the air. "In which case I better get used to it."
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 6:33 pm
"Mhmm." Ophelia smiled, but due to a mixture of my writer's block and Ophelia's reluctance to let Balthazar go, an awkward silence soon followed. Just now it really sank in that after their business was finished that she wouldn't see Balthazar so much anymore. He would have his own adventures, his own battles. Part of her worried that she'd become insignificant to him as time went on. The rest of her knew better, though, which was why she would never voice such worries. "Shall we go in..?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 6:42 pm
"After you, my lady." Balthazar said while opening the door for her with a bow.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 6:47 pm
Ophelia offered a playful curtsy and a word of thanks before entering the building, only to be greeted by the strong stench of cheap ale and several quite obviously unbathed sailors. She wanted to vomit. (Not like anyone could really tell by the pleasant look on her face, though.) She could only hope the food here was better than the ale or the clientelle. (To be fair, though, what else could she expect? Most who came to found this little mining town were the poor or middle class closely associated with the miners.)
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 8:48 am
"Ah, the sweet smell of the lower class." Balthazar snarked while closing the door behind him. "Hopefully the rooms and food are better than the stench."
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 9:10 am
"Agreed." Ophelia spoke softly, mostly in hopes of their smelly peers not overhearing her. For the moment she kept a pleasant smile fixated upon her lips, doing her best to hide her feeling of disgust.
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 4:55 pm
Balthazar was less worried about people hearing him. He was the king, so he assumed people would back the ******** off knowing that. And if they didn't he wasn't exactly worried about getting in a fight either. Sitting down with a menu, he went right for some of the priciest items in the hopes it meant highest quality. Not that that would be very high in either respect in their case.
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