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The city was different. The western setting sun, splashed it's colorful rays over the dynamic buildings, creating the illusion the city of was aflame with vibrant multi-colored fire. Standing on the Northern cliff looking down to the seaport town below. His discerning eyes, the dangerous green the clouds take before tornadoes and hurricanes ransacked lands,  observed the typical end of the day bustle.  Shoppers trying to procure last minute purchases, merchants wishing to finalize sales and the ever present police and refuse that wander city streets. All in all, not much of what he hadn't seen in a hundred cities and towns before. Then again, those conquests weren't this one. They weren't Casper. The number one trading port in Terrenus. The base of economical advancement and wealth. The place where technology was loathsomely present in every aspect of daily living. "Pathetic" he mumbled under his breath, watching a machine rumble up the hill, no doubt delivering a load that could have easily been done on foot or horse back. Sighing he leaned his back against his own equine specimen. Usko was a sight to behold, sterling silver with a measurement of 18.75 hands he was just shy of his riders towering six foot three frame. His head and ears were the color of a dark sky night with flashing shoots of grey, like falling stars. Swinging his head around he nuzzled Cadyrn's ear nickering. Without a thought a sugar cube was slipped to him to enjoy while his rider and friend continued to observe the city. The setting sun slowly withdrew to be replaced by the deceiving darkness of dusk. A touch to his other hand startled Cadyrn from his contemplation. This one was a downy soft fur, thick, full, and shedding.

"You blasted brute," he grumbled  at Chum "you know how bleeding difficult it is to get your hair off my pants!" Playfully he chucked the monstrous dogs head away. With his head reaching Cadryn's chest Chum was the epitome canine power; a combination of some ancient wolves and dogs. Vicious, majestic and wild with others, he was gentle, playful, and devoted to his human Cadyrn. The playful nibbles at his fingers turned his attention away from the city and to the sea. Standing on the cliff, he took a deep breath. His shirt seams screamed at the stress his shoulders and pectoral muscles placed on them when he breathed deep. He was a brute of a man, after all. He was built like the cliff he stood upon: solid, broad and strong. His arms were well defined and led to hands that, legend told had been able to pull heads from shoulders with strength alone. He was considered by many, to be handsome. Strong cheek bones, and jaw led to a straight sharp nose and deep set vibrant eyes that held danger lurking in the depths. His lungs filled he searched desperately for the scent of salt air. Unable to find it he exhaled, his shirt sighing along with him.  The sun completely set, showed the city in a new light, blinding with it's mechanical lights and mesmerizing with its flashes of silvery blue in the waves he turned his back to the city and settled into wait. It can not be said Cadyrn Mor Talbot was a patient man, he was a strategic one. 

Walking, haphazardly to a sheltered spot just off of the road he pulled saddle and tack off Usko. The horse nuzzled his ear and wandered to the trees in search of grass, blending in with the forest around him. Busying himself with starting a fire and the preparations of a camp Cadryn thought no more of his plans for the city. His camp set up, his fire lit, Chum snuggled up on Cadryn's blanket, all four of his dinner plate sized paws straight up in the air, he waited. Without a sound and barely a whisper of a wind, the Osprey landed on the saddle and let out a soft chirp. In it's talons it held a silvery fish, as big as Chums paw. Displaying perfect white teeth, Cadryn rubbed the Ospreys head and under its beak, accepting the gift. Gar relinquished his hold of the fish and settled on Cadryns shoulder as he set about gutting and cleaning his dinner. Gar was presented with his choice of meat and after having taken his piece, did Cadryn eat, tossing bits and piece to the now attentive Chum. With his dinner eaten, his friends fed and his meeting time still a few hours away, he turned to Chum, cocked an smooth red brown eyebrow and waited. Chum rolled over and made room. Stretching Cadryn settled in next to his wolfdog and whispered into his fur. "Watch." 

With the knowledge that Chum will protect his sleeping form, and those of Gar and Usko, Cadryn closed his eyes and dreamed of the coming battles. 

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There is something to be said about a town waking, like the slowly stretch of an ancient mariner easing out the kinks, a town awakes slowly. There are the night dwellers scurrying back to whatever holes they came from. Shifting and slithering in the shadows desperate to find the dark before the light shines truth on their pitiful lives. The next stretch are the bar keeps and tavern owners, booting stragglers out and letting them find their own way home, followed by the next stretch of fisherman starting the day before the sun is truly awake. Shaking sails, and creaking swaying docks, they add the pop and crack of bones and joints well used. Shortly there after bakers turn their ovens on, and the smell of yeast and flour opens the body more. Here is where the merchants and shop owners walk into the fray. Yawning and shivering in the chilly mists rolling in off the cliffs they add the last big creak before the town awakes. A town like Casper awakes softly and slowly most days, easing itself out of bed as if it has earned its old age and care. To be honest it had earned the reward of easing out of bed into a new day, knowing it was safe and it had the leisure to do so. 

Cadyrn Mor Talbot, did not wake up slowly. The instant he felt Chum stiffen underneath his finger tips he was awake. Hearing nothing but the soft down of Chums black marble fur he waited. Trusting Chum and his keen hearing and sense of smell. There! He heard it. The soft clomp of a footsteps on the Northern path heading in his direction. Sitting up, he reached across his body and pulled one of the two visible pommels from his saddle. Resting it on the ground next to him, he shifted and noted Usko had his head facing North as well. Listening closely he could hear 3 separate foot falls. Then two, then one. Sighing he stood up and stretched, hearing the familiar scream of his seams made him smile. Nodding to Chum he sent the wolfdog into the forest to explore the lost whispers of the other two footsteps. Adding a stick to the slow burning embers he waited as a fellow traveler walked around the bend. 

Dirty. He thought to himself. He wouldn't be wrong. It was difficult to determine what color the mans skin or hair was. It was also hard to determine if he wore clothes or if he had slathered himself with mud and forest refuse. As he was so dirty it was difficult to figure his age, but Cadryn roughly figured anywhere from five to ten years older than his 27. The man locked eyes with Cadryn and came up short. It was clear he had expected Cadryn to still be asleep. Chewing on what must have been a lip he strolled into the circle of the fire light. Slight of frame and barely reaching five and  half feet he was not nearly as imposing as the man standing next to the fire, bare chested, sword in hand muscles rippling as he trimmed bark off a stick. 

"Morn' tae ye ser." he wheezed. "Mine ifn I sit meeself down?" He gestured to the space across the fire from Cadryn. When he received a nod he settled in pulled out a pipe, matches and pouch. Filling the pipe, Cadryn watched the man he decided to call 'Mud' appraise his belongings and Usko. "Mighty fine beast ye have their ser." Cadryn nodded. Keeping his thoughts on Usko and his 'mighty fine lineage' to himself.  Not understanding the dangers of silence Mud continued speaking. "I'm guessing he would fetch ye a fine collection of coin if he was sold." Cadryn stopped moving and stared at Mud. He had been accurate in his naming, mud colored eyes widened when they locked with his storm green. He shifting further away from the fire Mud, waved a hand in front of himself as if to diffuse the discomfort of the eye contact with Cadryn. "Not saeyin I would, just potulating y'ken? Enywae watchu doin alw the wae up here by yeself?" A puff from the pipe released a pleasant smell of licorice and peppermint.  The sun, like the town below started it slow ease over the eastern horizon, keeping the town in shadows but lighting the sky on the cliff. Mud appeared to become part of the dirt he was sitting on, blending in with the shadows and the grass. Seeing one of the shadows behind him shift, Cadryn smiled. 

"Tell me Mud. What happened to your two friends?" A slight squint of the eye was all he got in response. "It seems dangerous, considering the times and the place for one such as yourself to be walking the road alone, especially at night." Cadryn's eyes sharpened "One would think you would walk with companions so as to stay safe." 

"I would be saein the same for ye laddie." said Mud, taking another puff from his pipe, again filling the camp area with the smell of his leaves. 

"I travel with companions. One you have already noticed, Usko." the horse neighed and stomped his feet at the sound of his name. "The other I think you would like to make acquaintance with." Gesturing behind Mud, Cadryn grinned with blood lust. "Mud. Meet Chum." A low snarl had Mud leaping to his feet and drawing from his jacket, he was apparently wearing clothing, a stun bolt. The beast standing before him, when crouched in a fighting stance as Mud found himself to be now, was eye level with him. Eyes the purest gold that screamed hatred and pain met his, and he felt fear threaten to loosen his bowels.  The creature was as deep in the chest as a barrel for apples and was poised to strike. It's paws were almost as big as Mud's head and he felt sweat trickle down his spine in a small stream. The stun bolt in his hand quivered and seemed holy inefficient compared to the monster before him. He noticed the dark black and marble coat, swirling together in places to form a soft liquid looking grey, with splashes of white around the nose and muzzle. It would be white, he thought except now it was stained a reddish pink, and dripped down the fangs of the beast. 

Cadryn smiled at the image Chum portrayed. It had taken years, almost a decade, for Chum to wait for the signal to attack. Chum was not one for intimidation and groveling. He had a tendency to kill and quickly. Cadryn watched as Mud slowly lowered his stun bolt to the ground and shift so he could see both Chum and Cadryn. Smart man, if he is in a disheveled state there is a brain in that head that can be used. With a slight flick of his hand Cadryn asked Chum to relax but be wary. Chum responded by sitting, and staring at Mud hackles and lips lifted in rage at the pathetic excuse for a man in front of him. 

"Now that I have your attention Mud. I would like to hear everything I would need to know about the Casper." Settling in he pulled his shirt back on and pulled out some remains from dinner last night. Feeding pieces to Gar, who had landed on a stone nearby. Meeting Mud's eye, he allowed his intelligence and blood lust to shine through. "Tell me everything one would need to know, to take the town and start another war."

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Aidan stared at the suds still bubbling in the glass in front of him. The ale was getting low again, and he was debating whether or not he needed another. He had been holed up in the bar for a bit over a week now, paying a small fortune for room and food. 

"Fucking vampires" he said aloud to nobody. At the other end of the bar, he heard the bartender saying something about last call. He looked around and saw that there was nobody else in the place. "Probably too late" he thought to himself, "Sun will start to rise in just a few hours". He managed to pick up his head a few inches and say,

"Fuck off, and pour me another drink". There. That will show him. He had managed to nick the coin purse off the sell swords he had last traveled with, and they had paid for everything up until this point. They wouldn't be needing it, they were long dead. Also slaughtered in his last quest was his friend who he had traveled with for the last decade. He hadn't actually seen him die, but he saw a 20 foot freak of nature grab him, and carry him off to be eaten by whatever horrors were in the labyrinth.  Poor Ira, the man acted like his shit didn't stink sometimes, but he deserved better. 

He looked up to see that the ale had been refilled, grabbed it, and downed half of the glass again. Perhaps that was the worst part, he didn't know what he was going to do from now on. For as long as he could think of, he had followed Ira everywhere. And it had been good, usually resulting in plenty of gold and silver to spend on kegs of beer, and loose women. He hadn't even picked up his sword or shield in three days. He looked up, drank the rest of his glass and leaned forward, resting his forehead against the wood of the bar. He was just going to rest his head like this for a minute, with his eyes closed. He'd be up and go back to his room any second now. 

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Lillai slept quite soundly in her little home, parked just inside the city walls. She'd found a nice little square that was filled to the brim with potential customers, watchers and admirers. She'd barely arrived the day before this fine early morning and was already swarmed with business. Palm readings, dancing, music - invitations to visit just about anyone and everyone that happened across her. All typical for the first few days in the city. Usually upon arriving one of two things happened: She was turned away or welcomed in. Most folks knew to give Gypsies a wide berth outside of when they were working, often keeping to their own traveling troupe or families. This little gipsy however was on her own, not a strange notion - but for a woman to travel by herself - that was a little on the strange side. Yet there she was, sleepily tossing over as she woke slightly from a slight noise outside the wagon, nothing to disturb her, but enough to wake her a little. What did wake her however was her cat - Barnam - who decided now was the time to request breakfast. 

At first the little rascal would meow quite politely at the foot of her bed, when that didn't work he proceeded to yowl at her. A well placed kick offended the him enough to leap back onto the bed, walk up to his lazy mistress's sleeping face and slap it with his paw. Not one to be deterred by her rolling over, he leapt over her and continued to yowl and slap at her face until she finally rewarded him with her waking up noises, but he would continue to yell until he was satisfied she would get up. 

"Fucking Cat." Lillai's strangely accented voice drifted around the wagon, "Get off Barnam! I'll get your damn food." 

He meowed loudly at her and she finally got up and shuffled to where she kept his food. Pulling it out she unceremoniously plunked it in front of him and sat with a bleary groan. Barnam let out a happy meow that Lillai did not share at he prospect of being up too early. While she hadn't partied much the night before, she had drank a significant amount before falling asleep in her bed. 

"What should I get up to today?" She asked Barnam. 

He ignored her in favor of his breakfast and she rolled her eyes, useless beast. She never knew why she allowed her Baba to convince her to bring him, but there was many a time she sorely regretted it. 

The sounds of the town waking were punctuated by the sounds of Barnam lapping up his food noisily, the citizens wouldn't be up for a while, but the workers were. Lillai knew there was no money to be made with the blue collar workers of the city - the real money was in the upper brass. Those with too much money to spend and brains mellowed by a lazy lifestyle, it was all too easy to offer to read a fortune of love for many a young girl or enchant a rich young man into parting with more coin than he intended to keep her dancing and playing music. She'd enchant the town until she couldn't any more or got bored - typically she grew bored quite easily and wandered on. But with a city such as this one, well she could just as easily change squares and start anew. 

Lillai dressed in something she saw as quite simple, others would see it as bright and very - well Gipsy like. Her fingers caressed the fiddle she carried with her often and gripped its neck before walking out of the wagon. 

"First some breakfast." She declared to herself, "Then I shall see who needs some music tonight!" 

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Mud shuffled nervously down the path into the city. The day was more than halfway gone, and Cadryn said he had had some kind of appointment to keep. It wold havebeen nice to say that Cadryn move well for a man his size, all lithe graceful movements but that wasn't the case. Half of the delay was the mans blasted inability to keep his feet underneath himself. He was constantly weaving about and over shooting his intended destination. Watching the man walk around the fire was a difficult experiences; the was the hope he would fall into it and all of the threat he presented would disappear, but then who wants to watch another human being burn to death? Ever the present conundrum. Now that he was atop the horse though movement wasn't to much of a problem. They plodded their way into the city and past the gates.

Like any other town. thought Cadryn. Same smells, same sights, same hustle and bustle. The only difference here was the sea. He breathed in the briny scent wafting up with the breeze. His eyes saw everything, the wealth of the city, even its urchins had some level of cleanliness and well to do not seen in other cities. Mud seemed out of place here. His dirty clothing and and unkempt appearance were being given second glances by everyone, particularly the woman. It always amazed Cadryn where ever he went the women always found reason to stare at the people he was around. Moving away from the thought he followed Mud through the streets of Casper. Usko side stepped the masses of humanity and technology without thought. Chum strutted through the town behind Usko, but then most people gave him room to spare.Mud stopped in front of a tavern, not too run down but not too high end. It rested happily in the middle of the pack. Swinging out of the saddle and onto the ground, he hitched Usko to the post out front and watched Gar alight on the pommel. Knowing the two could handle themselves he left Chum at the head of the post and walked inside with Mud. 

The tavern was warm, the smell of baking bread, cooking meat, and beer teased the nose. A man was face planted onto the counter, his fist wrapped around a glass of half drunk beer. From the nature of the snores it appeared he had been asleep for awhile, the bartender was finishing up lunch with some other customers and bade them sit where the could find space. Cadryn gave the man credit for not turning his nose up at Mud. It was a wise man who knew that money came in all shapes, sizes, colors and in this case, skin. They took the table right next to the sleeping man, away from the fire and the rest of the tavern and ordered lunch. Mud continued his discussion from earlier, discussing the corruption in the city: who was corruptible, who was untouchable, and who couldn't be touched.  Leaning back Cadryn listened to Mud speak as he munched on the cheese, bread, and stew that had been placed before him.

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It had been a productive morning, a free breakfast, a place to entertain later was secured, she’d even managed to read a few palms. 

Now, she was returning to the tavern from earlier. Lillai changed into a pretty dress, she had her fiddle and lute with her. And here she would camp and play so she could drink and eat for free all while swindling money out of the patrons. 

When Lillai entered she would be hard to miss. A five foot nothing in a brightly colored dress, fire colored hair hanging in silky waves down her back. She flounced on graceful feet that announced the presence of what she considered Gipsy royalty. 

The tavern wasn’t too crowded but it had people in it. The same man from earlier was still snoring on the bar, but a few others joined. More would come once the music started. Aside from that she knew she was too pretty for people to stay away. 

Lillai gave a nod to the man tending bar before going to the open corner of the room and setting a chair down. She began to tune her two instruments, taking time to tease and banter with patrons for the time being. 

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Mud had stopped mid sentence, his mouth gaping as the sprite strutted into the room. Cadryn saw her, recognized her as a non-combatant and there for not worth his attention.  He stepped on Mud's foot and continued to ask his opinion on the state of the town. He wasn't liking what he was hearing. After 3 civil wars the country had finally stabilized and was looking to keep things that way. Of course there was still corruption and small chances at rebellion but over all the general theme here was relaxation and contentment. Once he realized Mud was running out of things to say, he started asking about neighboring towns and villages. is ears pricked at a discussion on the town Aligoria. Mud unfortunately didn't know enough about Aligoria to provide more than a brief history of the recent civil war and the end results. 

As Cadryn listened, the little sprite in the corner had started to tune a string instrument. The continuous off key notes, and strums were distracting and ear splitting. Turning he lifted a lip in the woman's direction and sent her a glare. Unfortunately she didn't notice. "Hold on Mud." he grumbled in his deep voice. Standing he accidentally nudged the sleeping form behind him. Not concerned about a sleeping drunkard, he staggered over to the little woman who was still tuning the confounded instrument. Hands on hips, he put on his captains face, and waited for her to meet look up at him. She was shorter than Chum and would have had a long way to look, and he used it to his advantage. 

When she continued to ignore him, he cleared his throat and allowed a small grumble to escape his chest. Annoyance kindled into anger at her continued ignorance of the predicament she found herself. On that thought he realized she might be dumb. So he spoke loudly. "Will you cease with that racket? Some of us are trying to have a conversation here." 

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Aidan woke up, face firmly implanted on the drool covered wood of the bar. He could hear the sounds of the city already awakened, worrying about breakfast which was being served around him. He summoned the effort to pick his head up, and start his day. "Coffee", he thought. His head and stomach hurt so badly that it seemed like it was actually spreading to the other parts of his body. The spinning that his eyes showed slowed to a crawl and then stopped after a minute or two. He motioned to the bartender who brought him back his sword and shield - the rest of his supplies and armor were in his room upstairs. 

"Coffee" he said, "and keep the change for the hassle". He was proud of himself, he only slurred slightly. He looked into the coin purse and threw more than enough to cover the bill on the counter. He had officially spent everything he had earned on his last adventure, and he'd have to find work soon.

10 minutes ago, galewarning said:

 "Will you cease with that racket? Some of us are trying to have a conversation here." 

He heard the sound of annoyance coming from across the bar, and figured this might be an opportunity. He made sure he wasn't going to vomit and then looked across to see what was happening. He saw a large man who he assumed was the one yelling at a tiny woman starting to warm up her instruments. If he wasn't in a mood for making money, he would have taken a pass at her, but first things first. He grabbed his gear, and got off his bar stool, stumbling only slightly. He walked over to the musician and said,

"I'll throw you a discount, if you'd like I'll kill them for you for a cheap price." She looked up at him in what he took for utter disgust. 

"Fine", he said, "I'll deal with them myself".  He walked over to the large man doing the yelling, and was slightly surprised how loud the floorboards sounded this morning. He walked straight up to the two men, still looking annoyed. He tried not to slur anymore as he told them, 

"She won't listen to reason and is going to ruin everyone's day." he tried to think of a price as he said it, "I'll throw you a discount on killing her so we all can enjoy breakfast". 

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Cadryn looked down at the man swaying in front of him. He smelled like he had slept in an ale barrel, could barely keep his feet. Disgusted Cadryn snorted at the mans suggested. "You think I would need a drunken beggar like yourself to help me quiet down the annoyance over there" He pointed in the direction of the woman still strumming on her instrument.  He flicked his fingers in front of the stumbling man and watched his eyes struggle to focus. "I could kill her and you in the time it would take this bar keep to pour me a jug of water." He flicked his fingers at the mans head and sent him flat on his ass. 

He turned to Mud, "Wrap that up, we'll take leave of this establishment tonight, no point staying when you can't hear yourself think over the racket of a musician who doesn't know how to tune her instruments quickly." He turned away from the stunned man on the floor and started wrapping up the remains of dinner. "Did you hear that drunkard Mud? Poor bastard didn't even know it was time for dinner. Still thought it was time for breakfast. This hear is the reason alcohol is of no use for a fighting man. He looses his senses, his wit and his reaction time. 

He turned and looked down at the man on the floor. "Too bad for you I don't have the time or the patience to teach you that lesson tonight."

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Lillai was intentionally ignoring the large brute and all his throat clearing. The rest of the gathering crowd was not. When he finally spoke her big and innocent blue eyes looked up at him, watering at the corners. 

What she really wanted to do was bean him over the head with her lute, instead she was about to incite a riot directed at this poor bastard. Those innocent tearful eyes looked down for a moment and then back up, only to see some poor drunkard - the very one that slept at the bar - offering to - what!? Kill him!? No no! Her face registered shock for a moment and he staggered away to the other gentleman. To offer to kill her!? Not this Gipsy! 

She made a rather big show of looking upset and like she was going to leave. Something that would lose the bar a lot of money. So this would of course involve the barkeep, the patrons that were looking forward to hearing her, and any poor soul that fell victim to those beautiful..... assets of hers. 

The keep signaled for her to stay desperately, his arms flailing as he practically launched over the bar to remove the offending parties. Several others stood to assist when the other gentleman was knocked on his ass. 

Lillai paused in her packing as she was begged by several men close by to continue with what she was doing.... and pay those men “no never mind.” Placated she pulled out her fiddle, and to the hopefully irksome realization by the big man. The damned instrument had been tuned and she simply was instigating him for being obnoxious. She would treat the gentleman to a rousing verse of “the old drunken pirate.” 

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On 9/2/2019 at 6:41 PM, galewarning said:

Cadryn looked down at the man swaying in front of him. He smelled like he had slept in an ale barrel, could barely keep his feet. Disgusted Cadryn snorted at the mans suggested. "You think I would need a drunken beggar like yourself to help me quiet down the annoyance over there" He pointed in the direction of the woman still strumming on her instrument.  He flicked his fingers in front of the stumbling man and watched his eyes struggle to focus. "I could kill her and you in the time it would take this bar keep to pour me a jug of water." He flicked his fingers at the mans head and sent him flat on his ass. 

He turned to Mud, "Wrap that up, we'll take leave of this establishment tonight, no point staying when you can't hear yourself think over the racket of a musician who doesn't know how to tune her instruments quickly." He turned away from the stunned man on the floor and started wrapping up the remains of dinner. "Did you hear that drunkard Mud? Poor bastard didn't even know it was time for dinner. Still thought it was time for breakfast. This hear is the reason alcohol is of no use for a fighting man. He looses his senses, his wit and his reaction time. 

He turned and looked down at the man on the floor. "Too bad for you I don't have the time or the patience to teach you that lesson tonight."

Aidan felt his ass hit the floor behind him, shield flying a few feet away. He got hit with a fist that wasn't fully clenched - a sucker punch, but he recognized a warning shot when he felt one. He took a moment to think about his actions, and admitted to himself that he did threaten to kill the man. Between that fact, and that he was starting to draw a crowd, he decided not to get pissed of and kill either of them. He got back up to his feet and eyed the smaller of the two - he believed the name was Mud. He was still resting his arm on the table, smirking in amusement. He took a step closer, reaching his left arm under the sleeve of his shirt. He grabbed the knife and closed the remaining distance between the two men, slamming it down on the table, Mud's shirt caught underneath. At the same time, he drew his sword and gave the now trapped man a smack on the side of the ass.

"Too bad for me I've always been a slow learner." He let loose a loud chuckle as he pulled the knife out of the table and put it away, "But perhaps I might impart a lesson on you and your friend. If your going to hit a man, prepare for a fight, even if it doesn't come." He picked up his shield again and sat back down at the table opposite from Mud, keeping his sword drawn and by his side. 

"Lets talk, you gentlemen look like you are gainfully employed, and I haven't killed anything for money in weeks. What's the gig?"

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Mud watched in fascination as Cadryn's entire body stiffened, once the song started playing. It was fascinating to watch, it started from his lower spine and rolled up. As his body stiffened he leaned away from the floor and looked in the direction of the offending musician. She appeared to be oblivious to the danger she was in. Smiling along with the jaunty tune, she played with the abandon of the reckless or the clueless. "It's probably the clueless in this case." thought Mud. Noticing the tension and rage sliding off of Cadryn like oil. Mud lifted the knife out of his shirt and slowly backed himself against the wall of the Tavern and gently started edging toward the door. Speaking to the drunk man sitting at the table he said, "I'm not gainfully employed, frankly I don't think I'd employ even if I was." Looking the swaying soldier over, keeping a careful eye on the swords he continued "But you look like a man who knows how to find a specific kind of gainful employment. I bet if you hung around and demonstrated how useful you can be you could probably find some more."

Cadryn, the big brute was smart, that was obvious based off of the questions he had asked. The man knew about battle's, towns, strategy and tactics. It was blatant to one such as Mud. He'd seen enough in his life to know when someone could rip your throat out as easily as peeling an egg. It was best to stay out of the way of people like that, especially when they had storm clouds brewing over their head. 

As Mud eased along the wall he watched Cadryn stumble over toward the strumming Gypsie. He held his breath and prayed that he wold make it out of this alive. 

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Cadryn found his way in front of the woman again. She was gaily playing his least favorite song. A taunting song, a hellish song of betrayal, intrigue and one of the most dishonest songs about the life a pirate. What the hell would she know?! he thundered in his head. "Has she ever held a man dying from scurvy? Or watched someones head get blown off by a canon who had no desire to be at sea but had learned to make the best of it after being shanghaied?" He felt the rage build up inside him, reveled in the heat of it's expression as he let all of the menace he barely managed to keep at bay. She seemed impervious. She continued to play as he towered over her, enraging him further. 

His mind made up, on the best way to handle this, he reached into pocket and pulled out 2 solid gold coins. One he placed on the bar and looked at the bar keep. "This is in advance." The second he held up in front of the playing woman. Speaking over her blasted music he said "This is for you, if you can take that blasted piece of crap you call an instrument and throw it in the fire." Looking into her eyes he felt some satisfaction at what he saw. "This will be money well spent if it shuts you the hell up."

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Lillai had no intention of stopping playing, not for that glowering man, not for anyone. She’d gladly take his coin, but his insistence she stop stirred up a din of angry protests from the gathering crowd in the bar that were enjoying the music. Puffed chests, angry shouts, the cracking of knuckles, even the scraping of chair legs across the floor were a warning shot to back away from the little Gipsy. This man was not off to a great start in impressing the tavern keep, patrons or locals. 

If there was one thing Lillai knew and knew well, it was how to manipulate the masses. He was not the first of his kind she’d encountered and he wouldn’t be the last. At his rather rude insistence she stop playing she paused enough to look up at him, a gentle raised hand stopped several patrons from striking the large man where he was. 

“Does the Sir desire something different to be played?” She asked, knowing full well she’d baited him, “Perhaps a little fireside jig would be better?” 

She plucked a note and gave several of her audience a charming smile and a wink, “I mean really - you can simply ask for something different.” 

Her fingers began to weave sound again around the room, this time in a jig that would get toes tapping and people dancing. And - while the bar keep was busy thwarting Aiden in his drunkenly angry pursuit - Lillai use the opportunity to rile up a full on brawl, one in which she wouldn’t get a hair on her head harmed. But it would see her well fed, well rested and a lot more gold in her pocket. 

Upon what she knew would be further protest from what she was increasingly referring to as “the grumpy old man” in her head, the nearest patron would yell at him to stuff it and go to another bar if he didn’t like music. Another would grumble behind him at being determined to kill the only fun a man could have in this town. More would follow it and soon, all the while she played, someone would shove someone - which knocked into another, which would knock Cadryn so he would move just enough for someone to perceive it as him lunging at the Gipsy. 

With an ear shattering crash a chair would come down on his back and soon the whole bar was fighting the other. Most trying to get at Cadryn, some fighting others because they simply got punched first. The complete chaos would tip Lillai over and she would let out a dramatic scream, to which some that couldn’t see would assume to be the worst. She didn’t have to yell “he hit me!” For those to think that he did. Which would excite them more and cause the bar keep to have no choice but to jump over as many as he could to pull the little Lillai out of the mess. 

Once he did she would sit atop the bar and watch, a horrified look on her face. A look that did not match the pure sadistic glee she had from bringing chaos crashing down on that hecklers head. 

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Sighing Cadryn pocketed the coin and grasped the neck of the instrument between his hands. He felt more than heard the room grow quiet, as the Gypsie attempted to pull her lute out of his grip. More the fool her. His grip like a vice, the wood shrieked in protest and started to splinter. Clamping down on it hard he felt the floor boards rattle as chairs scraped back and bodies moved.  Grasping the gypsies shoulder he side stepped the first rush of angry humanity and spun her back against the bar ducking as a chair sailed over his head and crashed into the wall. Turning again, he pulled her with him as he avoided a blow to the head, taking it on his shoulder and swung her into this attacker. The man attempted to stop and fell over tripping up those behind him. 

They danced around the room, bodies falling as they went, him with gracious twists and turns, her with stumbles and trips. He never let go of the lute or her. Never raised a fist or boot in defense of himself or to harm another. Finally with his back pressed against the bar and her lute still clutched between his hand he looked down at her face. "Now, that you no longer have a mass of patrons to rile up." he slipped his hand into his pocket again and pulled out the coin "Would you accept this coin and destroy this instrument? Or continue to try and pull it from my grasp and destroy it with your own force." His eyes gleamed and he shouted. 

"I would think very carefully about what you are about to do." Three things happened at once. The drunken soldier raised an eye brow. He  had been watching with curiosity and had rightly stayed out of the mess. Mud shivered to a halt 4 feet from the door.  Turning he looked at the bar keep. "You were given more than enough to coin, to cover the damages, the food and the loss of entertainment. To do more" he shrugged his massive shoulders and looked the scared man in the eye "would be an interesting but devastating decision." With that Cadryn nodded to the drunk soldier. 

"We should talk. If you're smart enough to stay out of a fight like that, I might have some use for you." He glanced at Mud "Go get Usko ready, and tell Chum I'm okay. I can hear him snarling from here." Watching Mud stumble over himself in his rush to get out the door, Cadryn looked down at the gypsie and laughed. Lifting the lute over her head. When she refused to let go, he shrugged and lifted her clean off the floor. "Are you done yet?" he chuckled.

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