Under the moon (Completed)

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Entry 118 12/05/08 00:00
Ashye strolled thorugh the streets of Amaiga, stopping every once in a while to look at a few things that interested her in shops beside the road.After wandering the streets, not finding much of interest, Ashye's stomach growled and grumbled loudly. Smiling, Ashye found a tavern close by, and decided it was time for a good meal. Upon entering the tavern, she realised that one: after putting her hand in her wallet, realised she had little money and 2: the talking and noise in the tavern had stopped.

Looking around, Ashye realised with a jolt of surprise, they were all looking at her. Opening her mouth tell them to stop staring at her, a hand appeared on her shoulder, and she heard the person whisper into her ear " I wouldnt say anything, little one. Some people dont take too kindly to Ildemins around here, especially this place." 

Smiling at Ashye, the man spoke," Sorry about that, you might have got into some serious trouble in there." Getting up, the man ordered drinks for Ashye and himself. "so.. why do they hate Ildemins around there? and who are yo-" Once again, Ashye found herself cut off. 

Putting his mug down, the man replied " Oh.. i forgot your not from around here. I'm Davey, Captian of Amaiga Guard"Davey states offering Ashye his hand across the table. Staring at it for a moment, Ashye leant across and shook his hand. " Im Ashye, Mercenary from Carson's Wall" Ashye responded, picking up her mug and drinking from it.

- first day in town, and already i seem to almost have found trouble- " Ashye? Ashye!, are you okay?" Davey was leaning towards her, with a troubled expression on his face. " what?? oh yes im fine, i was just thinking.." Ashye responded automatically.
" i was asking you, what are you doing around this neck of the woods? ive been looking around for someone to help me out."
 
Latest Post Entry 120 23/06/08 00:00
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He had noticed the change in volume when a young woman had entered the tavern. He knew far too well the only reason why a tavern near here would go quiet so suddenly, there was another Ildemin present. He watched her quietly as she looked around and as the man grabbed her shoulder. He shifted slightly with his hand grasping the hilt of one of his scimitars, in case the man meant to hurt his brethren. His grip relaxed as he saw them chatting and casually shaking hands.

After watching them talk for a while, he heard the man mention helping him out in some way. He got up from his chair and walked across the floor, making sure to keep his face concealed beneath his hood. Once he reached them, he glanced at the man then stared at the woman for a moment, as if inspecting her to make sure he was correct about her being an Ildemin.

"I am Farliquin, I am one of your kind, an Ildemin, and would like to know your name," he said after staring. Without waiting for a reply, he turned the man. "I would also be willing to work for you if you are in need of my....'talents'."
 
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