Post by Indigo on Jul 14, 2018 21:30:10 GMT
~ Fare Thee Well ~
A send-off toast for Captain Kyverian Alto,
with mercenary Fila Filigree,
newbie Indigo Garuda,
and, for a brief time,
the Madame of the Wyvern’s Rest
The Wyvern’s Rest at Maracath, then on the road to Fort Dragonfall.
A send-off toast for Captain Kyverian Alto,
with mercenary Fila Filigree,
newbie Indigo Garuda,
and, for a brief time,
the Madame of the Wyvern’s Rest
The Wyvern’s Rest at Maracath, then on the road to Fort Dragonfall.
The Madame nervously paced back and forth inside of her office, her hand to her mouth and brows knit so tightly together that it nearly formed a furious unibrow.
“Curse this war, why, oh, why, curse it all...” she muttered to herself, arms tucked tightly over her chest, “Can’t those snot-nosed commanders give a man five more weeks off duty?”
There was a knock at the door, and immediately the Madame’s face brightened. “Who is it?!”
“It’s me.”
The smile dropped, and a heavy sigh left her.
“... Come in.”
The door opened, revealing a tall, handsome fellow donning a full suit of flight armor in the doorway. This, likely a mercenary, inclined gently before entering and closing the door. However, to those who have visited the smithy may recognize this person.
“You sound troubled,” spoke the merc carefully, “Is this a bad time?”
“Yes and no,” the Madame responded as she continued pacing, “A good friend of mine has been ordered to leave for Fort Dragonfall in a matter of days. Given that I am a fretful person who worries sick for people I admire, I have decided to send someone along who will travel with him and make sure he arrives safely.”
“Is it the captain from the other day?”
“Yes, Captain Alto,” she continued, “He’s very dear to me, and because I am still establishing my presence here in Maracath, I cannot help but send someone in my stead.” She gestured a hand to the mercenary, “You, my dear, will act as my liaison, and for that I will pay you as handsomely as you are.”
The mercenary appeared to glower, yet a subtle blush appeared, “... Fierre, you know that I’m not...”
“Aha! I’m being cheeky,” the proprietor responded, she moved past the hireling and opened the door, “Come along. I must introduce you to him during our farewell toast. Downstairs now!”