《Pride》.... it
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Barking Dogs tavern was one of the few wooden buildings in town, with large but dim windows covering it's wall on the ground floor. There were two small balconies in the center of the first and second floors, decorated with flowers adding colour to the otherwise dark brown building.
Most of taverns customers were upstairs, taking all sorts of art lessons, or discusing methods to conquer Roads larger dungeon. Taverns owner Nicolai Gudryk repurposed most of the rooms for such activities since the town almost never had any visitors. The tall and robust, bald man with a fierce, bearded face was now taking care of the only customers on the ground floor, a trio of two adults and a child, sitting at a corner table next to the window.
- It's been such a long time since you visited! I'd almost believe the child is yours! Hahaha!
- We've been busy ever since mayors kid decided to become an adventurer, there is almost no day he won't do something stupid, Nico.
- What? Brat still won't join the training program? That bootlicker Jeff giving him ideas?
- Sadly - said Jack, while listening to piano music coming from the girl - Mayor never quite trusted us, eh... so he won't correct the kid.
- Well, enough of that! Usuall for you, and what for the little lady?
- Usuall is good...
- I don't need no fucking food, drop some drink though.
Nicolai looked into girls eyes, scratched his head, and left with a laugh, to prepare the order. The girl nodded her head like all was right, while the other two shook their heads with wry smiles. After few seconds they began taping to the slow rythm of music.
- Is it your second ability?
- Nah, it's the bracelet I found. I've only got one skill.
- Hm.. What do you - said Jack while looking closer at the silver object - plan to do?
- Adventuring obviosuly, fucktwat.
- Hum, uhm.. - hummed Jack - do you have anything against the guilds training program?
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- No fucking way, I've got anything against it.
- That's good. We will need to register you somehow though...
The three distanced themselves from the round wooden table a little, to make space for Nicos son Vladi who brought their food and drinks. Roasted Blue Bat breast with a Wooden Golem salad for Jack, Spectral Beetroot soup for Cindy, and light beer for each of the three. Vladi who was very similar to his father, though lacked the beard, and had long blond hair tied loosely at the back of his head, made some eyes at Cindy, but when she smiled at him, he got red in the face, and run back to the kitchen.
The two adults discussed something while eating, and the little girl began looking around the place, with her chin on her arms crossed at the table. She noticed a pale adolescent youth come in, and sit at a nearby table. She found his complexion a little surprising, considering everybody else she was today was lightly tanned. Since he wasn't all that interesting, she looked at the amateurish art work hanging at the walls, between all sort of trophies likely brought from the beast in the nearby dungeon. Not particurarly interested in the skeleton of a large serpent attached to the ceiling, and inlaid with flame like magic light crystals, she looked back at the adults and sipped from her beer.
- I see you are uhm.. - said Jack happy the girl is fianlly paying attention - back with us.
- What would you say about Rose for a name?
- I guess it's pretty damn neat, why?
- You don't have a name, and we will need to register you somehow with the guild.
- Okay.
- Then.. ah.. - said Jack, while being a little lost in thought - what would you say if we adpoted you. It will.. uhm.. make the travel to the next Guild easier for you.
- Why the hell would I need to travel to another guild?
- You've clearly finished the easier of our towns dungeons, but you aren't ready for the more challenging one.
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- Is the damn place for proper adventurers?
- Quite.. uhm so.
- What surname would I be getting from you two?
- Simone.
- Hmm.. Fuck it, it will do. Can I have a bite from that, and what is it?
- It's Blue - said Jack noticing Rose pointing at his plate - Bat breast, he.. - Jack tried to give her the food, but she just grabbed the fork herself - ...re.
The fuck is it!! Spicy, too spicy.. bueeh.. Cindy got soup, maybe it will fix the damn spice bat. Oooh, better..
Jack and Cindy giggled at girls anticts, and the three finished their food and beer while listening to the calm music coming from Roses bracelet. Done with the meal they left few bronze coins at the table, and passed Monica at the door to the tavern. On the way back to the guild, the adults tried to talk with the girl, but she was too focused counting how many steps each of them took, to register the Guild Masters voices. When each of them took five hundred steps, the trio found themselves in fron of the Guild building.
- It's bloody five hundred again!
- It is, isn't it amusing?
- But I made sure to skip over every other fucking stone this time...
- Rose, do you - said Jack while, he and Cindy smiled at the girl - know how old you are?
- No damn clue.
- Let's check it then, while registering you in the Guild, shall we?
- Okaay!
The three made towards the office, while greeting Robert and a tall, slightly plump blonde female clerk who replaced Monica. This time Rose looked around the almost entirely stone, beige building a bit. The stairs were made from sligthly darker, than the benches in the lobby, polished wood. The ceiling was covered in old, completed comissions, and on the wall next to the stairs was a list of what tasks adventurers of three different ranks can take. On the walls of the corridor on the first floor there was a dozen or so simple wooden doors on both sides, and at the end of it was one with a relief of most of the local monsters.
Damn, the carpet in this office is so damn comfy. So many books on the walls.. bookcases.. whatevs.. What are they poking around there with this old man... - Whats the old geezers name? - Steven.. Steve, Stevo.. ah, who cares. Rolling to the left, rolling to the right. Hm? Why are they putting this bloody orb in my fucking face? Plop the right hand on the orb, plop the left one... oh, stupid bauble is shining. Twats took the orb.. sleeep.
Whats poking me.. hm? another orb? Here, have my fucking chin. It's so cool. Ah, god fucking damnit, slippery piece of shit, my head huuurts... Sleep.
The old secretary covered the girl with his suit jacket, and put a pillow from the leather armchair in the corner under her head. He then went to his desk, and filed Roses data into a cluster of green and black magic crystals, by extending a blue arcane string into the two transparent orbs.
Name Rose Simone Age restricted 11 Rank Null Rank potential G Skills restricted Pocket Space
- It's always like that with them, isn't it?
- Ah.. Well, nothing - said Jack, while glancing at Rose - we can do for them before they get out.
- I know, I know... Steven, how did it go?
- Your transfer has been approved ma'am, sir.
- I suppose it's uhm.. - said Jack while looking around the books filled office - our last night in this town.
- Should we go with our usual goodbyes? Vladi seemed to quite like me.
- Mayors - said Jack, while recalling his and Cindys past adventures - wife fancies me too. Fuck it.
- Steven, could you carry Rose to the bed upstairs? If she wakes up, tell her we will be back in the morning.
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