Lord's Rest Inn

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*Sorry, just had to make a call to a friend regarding a dnd session we're doing tomorrow*

Tearthorn is somehow still sober after drinking to many pints to count.

Krail and Kharn are having an argument outside.

 The Herald appears behind Tearhorn, dressed in his black leather trenchcoat with his hood over his head. His masked face stares down at them.

 Tearthorn barely reacts, glancing over his shoulder at the Herald. "Mhm?"

 Their vision seems to distort a bit, they see a horribly burnt man behind them, wrapped in black bandages before it reverts back to normal. He chuckles "Hello Tearhorn." He says.

 "Who the h*ll are you?" The dragonborn spins on his chair to better look at the man.

 "I am your liberator, my friend. I am here to better you." He chuckles.

 He snorts. "Liberator, you say? Here to better me?" He mutters to himself, before sliding off of his chair. "How, exactly, do you plan to do that, stranger?"

 "I tend to find ways." He nods.

 "How do you know my name, anyways? And who are you?"

 "I know everyone's name, but who I am is unimportant." 

 Tearthorn gives an exasperated sigh. "When you say that, you automatically make yourself seem like some shady cult messenger trying to induct someone into your little band of demon worshipers. Trust me, I've had enough of those in my time."

 He snorts, laughing "I can assure you I am in no way shape, or form, a cultist. I find worshipping entities I can't see to be... tasteless."

 "Agreed." Tearthorn automatically seems to warm to the Herald. "But... what are you? And don't say my liberator again, I'm looking for an actual answer.

 "I am a friend, a confidant." He bows his head.

 *One quick google later*

"Interesting thing to say to a man you just met, but for now, I'll simply have to take your word for it. What may I call you?"

 "The Herald. Yes, it is my name, my title, I have no name beyond that." he chuckles.

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*Good morning, I hope.*

 *ello! wanna RP?*

 *Sure, I’ve got James here.*

 Cherry is getting drunk, for the fifth time since she got here.

 James slides his way into the seat next to her, moving his black hair behind his horns and order Cherry, as well as himself, a drink.

 "Hmmm... I seem to know you... but how?"

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*Sorry, just had to make a call to a friend regarding a dnd session we're doing tomorrow*

Tearthorn is somehow still sober after drinking to many pints to count.

Krail and Kharn are having an argument outside.

 The Herald appears behind Tearhorn, dressed in his black leather trenchcoat with his hood over his head. His masked face stares down at them.

 Tearthorn barely reacts, glancing over his shoulder at the Herald. "Mhm?"

 Their vision seems to distort a bit, they see a horribly burnt man behind them, wrapped in black bandages before it reverts back to normal. He chuckles "Hello Tearhorn." He says.

 "Who the h*ll are you?" The dragonborn spins on his chair to better look at the man.

 "I am your liberator, my friend. I am here to better you." He chuckles.

 He snorts. "Liberator, you say? Here to better me?" He mutters to himself, before sliding off of his chair. "How, exactly, do you plan to do that, stranger?"

 "I tend to find ways." He nods.

 "How do you know my name, anyways? And who are you?"

 "I know everyone's name, but who I am is unimportant." 

 Tearthorn gives an exasperated sigh. "When you say that, you automatically make yourself seem like some shady cult messenger trying to induct someone into your little band of demon worshipers. Trust me, I've had enough of those in my time."

 He snorts, laughing "I can assure you I am in no way shape, or form, a cultist. I find worshipping entities I can't see to be... tasteless."

 "Agreed." Tearthorn automatically seems to warm to the Herald. "But... what are you? And don't say my liberator again, I'm looking for an actual answer.

 "I am a friend, a confidant." He bows his head.

 *One quick google later*

"Interesting thing to say to a man you just met, but for now, I'll simply have to take your word for it. What may I call you?"

 "The Herald. Yes, it is my name, my title, I have no name beyond that." he chuckles.

 "As you already know, I am Tearthorn." Tearthorn is getting slightly annoyed at the amount of chuckling the Herald is doing.

*How much, exactly, does TH know about tearthorn?*

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*Good morning, I hope.*

 *Buenos dias.*

 *How you doin?*

 *Eating vegetable sticks.*

 *Ah, quality at it’s finest.*

 *nom noms :]*

 *Sounds like the best start to a good day.^