The Tavern at the End of the World

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A human man with very tanned skin, and sandy brown hair walks in. He wears clothing that looks like itd be best in a desert under a chain shirt, and a ring with a bright blue gem. Parts of his clothes appear to be singed, and he looks tired, as if from a long journey. His eyes are a sapphire color, and parts below them seem to have small splotches of paint. He walks in, glancing at people, seeming to study them with narrowed eyes. He sits, and speaks in a deep, rough voice "Ill take whatevers strong. That goes for both the drinks, and those who wish to speak."

 Jackson, who was the table a few feet away, stared at the newcomer, though he was nothing but a newcomer himself, he still had a job. 

 He began staring back, his eyes narrowed in focus *STARING CONTEST*

 Jackson eyes, hidden behind the shadow's of the hood, continued to stare. After a few seconds of the staring, he stands up up and walks over. 

 He continues staring back, tilting his head slightly

 He sticks out a hand "Jackson knight, who might you be?"

 He shakes it, not breaking the eye contact stare "Xio."

 "Pleasure to meet you" he nods his head slightly, not seeming to break eye contact "what are you here for?"

 "A job. You?"

 He looks like he is about to say something but knows to choose his words wisely "a Job as well"

 "Of what sort?"

 "How about you tell me why your here first then we can go off of that" he said

 "And wheres my guarantee that youll actually respond with your reasons?

 "Not that i Bet or Swear upon much, but consider this." he takes off his golden Pocket watch "keep this and if i lie, you can have it"

 He looks at it carefully, checking if its real gold

 It is, on the back are words written in celestial. Jackson watches, seemingly predicting that he would check

 He can read celestial

 The words say 'Property of Inquisitor Knight'. 

 "Inquisitor, eh?"

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A human man with very tanned skin, and sandy brown hair walks in. He wears clothing that looks like itd be best in a desert under a chain shirt, and a ring with a bright blue gem. Parts of his clothes appear to be singed, and he looks tired, as if from a long journey. His eyes are a sapphire color, and parts below them seem to have small splotches of paint. He walks in, glancing at people, seeming to study them with narrowed eyes. He sits, and speaks in a deep, rough voice "Ill take whatevers strong. That goes for both the drinks, and those who wish to speak."

 Caramel the Undead Cat trots over to the man and rubs against his leg, purring.

 He looks down at the cat, scoffing a bit

 Alric comes out of his room and sits down next to the man.

 He studies them a moment "Who are you?"

 "Names Alric Battlehammer. Dwarf of the Northern mountains at your service. Who might you be?"

Alric is 4' 5", has black hair, a black beard, brown eyes, brown boots, and always carries an invention with him.

 

 "Xio."

 Alric extends a hand to shake Xio's. "Nice to meet you."

 He shakes it "We shall see."

 "What do you mean by that?" Alric says while pulling out a metal lizard and starts tinkering on it.

 "I mean that theres no way to immediately tell if meeting a person was a good or 'nice' thing until.the conversation progresses further"

 "Understood." Alric curses as a leg falls off of the lizard.

 He glances at the leg a moment

 "Bloody thing keeps falling off."

 "Then change the approach to keep it on"

 "I've tried and failed. I don't even know the problem anymore."

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A human man with very tanned skin, and sandy brown hair walks in. He wears clothing that looks like itd be best in a desert under a chain shirt, and a ring with a bright blue gem. Parts of his clothes appear to be singed, and he looks tired, as if from a long journey. His eyes are a sapphire color, and parts below them seem to have small splotches of paint. He walks in, glancing at people, seeming to study them with narrowed eyes. He sits, and speaks in a deep, rough voice "Ill take whatevers strong. That goes for both the drinks, and those who wish to speak."

 Jackson, who was the table a few feet away, stared at the newcomer, though he was nothing but a newcomer himself, he still had a job. 

 He began staring back, his eyes narrowed in focus *STARING CONTEST*

 Jackson eyes, hidden behind the shadow's of the hood, continued to stare. After a few seconds of the staring, he stands up up and walks over. 

 He continues staring back, tilting his head slightly

 He sticks out a hand "Jackson knight, who might you be?"

 He shakes it, not breaking the eye contact stare "Xio."

 "Pleasure to meet you" he nods his head slightly, not seeming to break eye contact "what are you here for?"

 "A job. You?"

 He looks like he is about to say something but knows to choose his words wisely "a Job as well"

 "Of what sort?"

 "How about you tell me why your here first then we can go off of that" he said

 "And wheres my guarantee that youll actually respond with your reasons?

 "Not that i Bet or Swear upon much, but consider this." he takes off his golden Pocket watch "keep this and if i lie, you can have it"

 He looks at it carefully, checking if its real gold

 It is, on the back are words written in celestial. Jackson watches, seemingly predicting that he would check

 He can read celestial

 The words say 'Property of Inquisitor Knight'. 

 "Inquisitor, eh?"

 He nods, his expression remaining stone cold. "For a number of years now.." he said 

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*Morning*

Theren is drinking coffee at a table while murmuring to himself.

Alric is asleep in his room.

*I'm taking out Ares for a while*

 *Hai.*

Ettor is getting annoyed by Tevelin.

Taceli is reading a book.

Sharlene walks back inside, using a small towel to dry herself off after training.

 Theren walks over to Taceli and sits down beside them.

 She eyes him nervously. "Can I help you?"

 "Whatcha reading?"

 ".... a story."

 "Hm. I have a story. Kinda scary, but its also quite true."

 She looked interested. "Really? Will you tell me?"

 "Eh. Why not."

 She put the book down and started listening intently.

 Theren is slightly taken aback before starting the story. "This more happened to an old friend of mine named Saourn Arkwright. A ranger like me..." Theren begins to tell a story involving a nameless god and a bunch of kidnapped children. "....they made it out of those underground caves and their sanity was almost to the breaking point. Saourn "died" and then a short while after I found him knee deep in snow and alive. We became traveling companions and that's really it."

 "Wow. What happened after that to make you two not continue traveling together?"

 Theren unconsciously rubs a spot on his arm before saying, "Well he died along with the rest of my party in some ice caves not far from here." He pulls out a pocket book and flips to a page. He shows her the page which has a drawing depicting two tieflings (A male and a female), a male human ranger, and two half-elves. One male and the other female. "My old party." Theren says in a slightly constricted voice.

 "Oh.... I'm sorry."

 "Its alright. Stuff happens sometimes and you gotta move on, you know?"

 "Yeah.... but the memory is still there, isn't it?"

 "Yea I guess. Ironically this pocketbook is tied to my memories, so I remember everything from my past. Feel free to look through."

 "No, I couldn't possibly look at something as important as that. Especially if it belongs to someone I just met. I don't even know your name."

 "Well my names Theren. I'm basically an open book." Theren smiles at his own joke.

 She chuckled a little bit. "I'm Taceli, it's nice to meet you."

 "Nice to meet you to. Where are you from?"

 "Nowhere, I'm a traveler."