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 An ordinary day... ?
TwilightQueen
Posted: Sep 13 2005, 10:51 PM
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"What can I get for yeh?" a husky, female voice asked before Exodus had a chance to even get settled in his chair. He turned to see a barmaid standing, Two empty glasses clutched in one fist, one hand on her hip and the other two arms hung at her side.

"Water," Exodus forced himself to water. Save the ale for another time, he told himself, "Stew and some warm bread. For the three of us." He sighed as the waitress walked off with their order, pulling his money pouch from where it hung at his belt. Judging from the contents, this meal would be his last for a while.

He then returned his attention to his two companions, waiting for what would happen next.


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Delos
Posted: Sep 14 2005, 03:36 PM
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Ronan was fidgeting, he was never a very patient child, and always felt the need to be doing something. Twisting in his seat to scan the bar yet again he spotted a fly buzzing around one of the drunks. Laughing inwards as the fly poked itself up the guy's nose causing the drunk to sneeze and jerk out of his alcohol induced stupor. Feeling a weird sense of deja vu that strengthened in intensity the longer he stared the drunk, the small boy turned back so he was facing the table again slightly unnerved. Ronan never liked deja vu. He always associated it with your mind dimly trying to recall a bad memory, it was even worse if you get it from a person, as few adults were actually kind. Well most of the ones he'd met were not at any rate. This was one of the main reasons Ronan freaked slightly when he realised he'd just ran into one outside.
His face had darkened when he'd been called 'kid' again.
"Ronan" he mumbled darkly then realised that he'd also been asked a question.
"I'm nine miss, yourself?" he asked. However just then the barmaid came,
"She’s a Xanri" Ronan said absently, stating the obvious.


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