Dantorel

(I don't need to log off until it's almost ten. Should be fine. Sorry for the late reply. I missed the alert.)

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"It's a sensitive subject." Manon looked away a little, eyes dropping to the side of the road. "Let us just say that civilian families do not react well when monsters are sicced on them by children. Especially not their own."

She changed the subject quickly. "Do you think you could teach me? I'd like a bit more luck with the women. There's probably something to be gained from being with one." Love would be nice, but a table to eat at? Just as good an idea.

The town was getting closer at this pace. It sometimes shocked her, how quickly hunters could move wearing ten pounds of armour.
 
"Wait, what...aren't you a woman though?" Hroth looked Manon up and down, his eyes coming to a stop at those tell-tale signs. "yea, you're definitely a woman."

After turning back towards the road, Hroth replied, "but, sure, I guess I could try..."

"Let's hurry up and get to the town."

(skipping to the tavern in the town)
 
The tavern was loud, buzzing with conversations cacophonic enough that they'd been heard from outside. Manon was sure there had been something about a third murder or some goblin raid nearby, what with the sheer damn volume of the announcement. That would be good.

"What's the weakest alcoholic drink you have?" Slumped lazily against the circular wooden table with coin in hand, Manon looked up at the woman attending to the table. The waitress looked at her oddly, a plan forming on her delicate face. Knowing that expression, the hunter shot it down quickly. "And don't you dare get me the strongest thing on tap. I'm hunting monsters today and I'd rather not be too inebriated."
 
Manon blinked. "The skull-tree one? I'm not sure. Most I worship's some unnamed higher power that just watches everything and laughs."

She turned her head, the cleric passing into her vision. Curious. "The myths seemed contradictory, so I don't think much of Ureur anyway. Never really did. The clerics have power, but that might still be from the higher power, so..."
 
Manon glared down at the list for a moment, raiskng an eyebrow at the odder options before nodding. "Better than whatever this find-my-sheep thing is on top. And no, I seriously do believe in that god. They're just something my brother found out about years ago. Don't insult them."

The quest seemed pretty good. Some orcs were easy enough to beat. A few days alone in that castle would make them easy enough to surprise should anyone come swords swinging. She'd just have to deal with Hrothulf-the-Unprofuckingnounceable over there. Judging by their current experience, it seemed an okay task.
 
(Thank you. I didn't mean it too badly, though. It's a term of dubiously genuine affection. And I like typing long words.)
 
Orion scanned the crowded tavern. It was getting late, which meant all the truly interesting people were beginning to come in. Himself, he had been there for a while, with nothing better to do between jobs than drink. Sometimes he regretted leaving the war... more often, not.

He noticed a pair of young adventurers, a woman and a man, looking over the postings for a quest. The last few jobs he had worked alone, he had nearly met a bad end. It was best he find himself some companions to travel with. And besides, it had been far too long since he had human company. He made his way over to their table.

"You're looking for work as well, then?" he asked, raising his drink to them. "Have room for another?"
 
"Uruer, a good God, if you judge goodness as fairness." Hroth looked over at Manon, giving her a meaningful glance. "What do you think, my'lady." Hroth smirked at Manon while expecting a swift kick to the shin.
 
"yea sure, just don't stab me in the back." Hroth clasped his hands together and looked at the two in front of him. This could be dangerous he thought, and for good reason. Necromancy, while outlawed in the Empire, was a viable from of magic in the northlands. He was also wary of Manon, as he had withheld this information from her.
 
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Orion raised an eyebrow in mild amusement. "Dissecting specialist. An interesting way of looking at it, though not completely inaccurate." He held out his hand. "I call myself Orion, servant of Uruer and veteran of the King's Army, though the former is obvious. A pleasure."
 
Orion raised an eyebrow in mild disdain. "Necromancy? You mean to tip the scales only Uruer himself is meant to touch? It is outlawed in this land." He took a step back. "You would be wise to watch yourself." Maybe it was a mistake for him to become involved with this pair.
 
Orion raised an eyebrow in mild amusement at the pair's banter. "I'm not in the habit of killing my allies, I assure you that. I never claimed to be a good man, only a just one following a just god." He extended his hand in greeting. "I call myself Orion, servant of Uruer, former cleric for the Imperial Army."
 
(Okay.)

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"So we're doing this." Manon took the glass of water and drained it in a single trained gulp. "So, have any weird abilities or experiences that make orcs easier to beat? Not that it's hard. They're pretty big, but that's the most they've got."

The woman tried to flag down the waitress still walking around, but she was soundly ignored and her glass remained empty. Yeah, she needed to find out what was so off-putting about her. "Or do you know of anything we could learn in a few days, tops? Every advantage counts."
 
"As for skills, I have one, but I don't know how helpful it'll be." Hroth held his hand up for the waitress, who immediately flashed him a nice smile. Returning to Manon, he replied, "While they have size, we have speed. So they shouldn't be too terribly difficult."

Hroth took a gulp from his mead. A sour expression crossed over his face as he drank. "ugh, it's bitter. Damn, can't find good mead anywhere in the south."

"As for learning anything, I say that we make our way to this ruined castle and scout them out, what do you think?" The waitress finally made her way to the table, waiting for a request. Hroth, having called her over for Manon, gestured towards the woman across from him. Of course, the waitress's smile hardened at that point.
 
"If that skill involves self-mutilation, don't. I tried it once, and it was a horrible idea." Manon gestured to the glass. "Can I please get a refill? Thank you. Anyway, scouting the castle seems like a great idea. Question, though, how long would it take? If we need a few days to get to the castle, we'd take a few more scouting. Maybe we should just take whatever side seems the least heavily armed on the first day. The longer we leave them, the higher the chances of either being found out or more raids on that village they mentioned."

The woman waited until her glass was full and the waitress was gone before groaning. "And what am I doing wrong?!"
 
Hroth blinked as he watched Manon's reactions. "Manon...you're a woman, that is what is wrong. She is a bar wrench, you won't supplement her paycheck."

"Anyways, back to the original topic. Yes, I agree with you, we should probably just rush them when we get there. Also, my skills are not self-mutilating."

Then he mumbled, "not any more at least."
 
"Any more?" Manon shot him a confused expression. A second later, she shook her head. "Never mind. And I still pay her for fucking drinks. Hell, I'd pay extra if I wasn't eyed like dog shit every few seconds."

She took a smaller sip from the glass, mindful to keep enough that she could still drink, and leaned back in her chair. "Do you want to stay here for a while? I know I would; 've been on the road for days on end. You said something about getting a new cloak, and that one seems a bit small on you."
 
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