It was an early evening when Kahli arrived at the local tavern, a hefty thirst leading her to one of the seats in front of the counter. What a horrible day it had been, she had barely been awake for half of it but the few hours she had been, had been hectic. Her last scam had gone terribly, the mark had spotted her game just a few minutes before she would have been paid. Was she losing her touch? Maybe. With a hefty sigh she dug into her pouch to procure the few coins she had left and waited on the bartender. Surprisingly, the little tavern was bustling even for so early. Maybe, just maybe, she could find her way into enough wallets to pay for another room to sleep in for the night.
As she exchanged coin for drink, she fiddled with her hair. It was time. The guy at the other side of the bar looked far too broke and greasy - he would know what she was about. A woman in a table behind Kahli would make an easy score, but with her appearance, the woman didn't look like she had much to her name. Kahli may con her way through life, but even she had morals. Right? The thought stopped her dead, baby blues locked on her ale. But before she could delve any deeper into that train of misery, she shook her head and began analyzing the other occupants. Too old, too poor, too something.
As she exchanged coin for drink, she fiddled with her hair. It was time. The guy at the other side of the bar looked far too broke and greasy - he would know what she was about. A woman in a table behind Kahli would make an easy score, but with her appearance, the woman didn't look like she had much to her name. Kahli may con her way through life, but even she had morals. Right? The thought stopped her dead, baby blues locked on her ale. But before she could delve any deeper into that train of misery, she shook her head and began analyzing the other occupants. Too old, too poor, too something.
A young man walked into the Tavern with a ratty bag over his shoulder, which was the only ratty thing on him. The man held himself with confidence, which went with his clothes to display power and coin. If anyone paid close enough attention to him, they would find that he walked with an inhuman grace, and his chest did not rise and fall., he was a creature told to little kids to get them to behave.
Approaching the bar, he sat himself down next to the woman already there. She smelled of despair and dishonesty, which wasn't an unusual thing around these parts. Resting his head on his hands, he waved the bartender over with an elegant wave.
"I'd like an ale and a room for the night if you will." The man locked gazes with the bartender, pulling out a few coin, a little too much, for the room and the ale. "Keep the remaining coin." He said, putting the pouch of money away under his traveling cloak. As he waited for his ale, the man turned to the woman beside him and introduced himself.
"Hello, I am Sir Williams." He offered his hand to the woman, making sure to make eye contact.
Approaching the bar, he sat himself down next to the woman already there. She smelled of despair and dishonesty, which wasn't an unusual thing around these parts. Resting his head on his hands, he waved the bartender over with an elegant wave.
"I'd like an ale and a room for the night if you will." The man locked gazes with the bartender, pulling out a few coin, a little too much, for the room and the ale. "Keep the remaining coin." He said, putting the pouch of money away under his traveling cloak. As he waited for his ale, the man turned to the woman beside him and introduced himself.
"Hello, I am Sir Williams." He offered his hand to the woman, making sure to make eye contact.
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