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A sigh departed him. Though not one of annoyance or fatigue. Rather it was of mild content. He himself enjoyed watching others learn new concepts and apply them as with joy. “All is forgiven,” he stated solemnly prior to continuing with his meal.
The food was not as he had expected it to be at all. While the recipe was a relatively simple one to grasp: potatoes, cornmeal and eggs- they had a certain tang to them. Perhaps he had gotten so acquainted to the tastes of food from Ylisse that it was strange to him. Howbeit, not strange in a particularly negative manner. He found it well made in any circumstance. Not bad, to say the absolute least of it.
When the meal had been finished, the waitress returned and took their plates, and Hada stood up out of her seat. She wiped her mouth with her thumb and licked the leftover crumbs off.
While it hadn't yet satisfied her, this breakfast would serve her enough energy until she had procured substantial protein later on. She really couldn't wait for a charbroiled fish... not to mention sharing more information with Grant about herself. After all, he appeared trustworthy, and it was good to have reciprocated confidence in each other.
"And with that..." she said as she wiped her thumb on her cloak, "... we're prepared to take to the road. Do you have everything in order?"
Odd rhythm: Learned at level 1 If a unit equipped with this skill has their turn set during an odd number in the turn order, they get +10 to their HIT and the enemy gets -10 to their HIT.
At last the adventure would begin. In return he would stand up before manoeuvring himself behind his chair to tuck it in. Nothing fancy, but a simple gesture to punctuate their presence there.
He took one last look around the tavern. A rather quiet place during the morning. Then again, it was quiet during the night beforehand despite it being filled with clients. They seemed to be unnerved by Hadassah ’s presence for some reason. Grant shook his head mildly and along with that- the notion of them being afraid of his companion.
“Just about everything that I possibly can.” He confirmed, stretching an arm behind his own back to release some tension off his muscles. “You are at my lead, Miss Hada.”
Thus, they took to the streets and made their way down to the bustling marketplace. Even in the early morning, the street vendors clamored for the attention of passerby tourists, vying against each other for gold. However, as it was the night before, wary eyes glimpsed and turned away as Hada gone by. After all, cloaked figures were most distrustful.
Except for one eager-looking elf.
"Hello, hello!" he exclaimed as he popped up right beside Hada, "Excuse me, sir/miss! Would you perhaps like to preview my wares? I've quite the selection that you certainly would NOT want to miss!" His appearance and straightforwardness startled her some.
"Ah... erm... no..." her reply was hardly perceivable. She began to lean away from the fellow, her eyes glanced back to Grant.
Please do something...
Odd rhythm: Learned at level 1 If a unit equipped with this skill has their turn set during an odd number in the turn order, they get +10 to their HIT and the enemy gets -10 to their HIT.
The marketplace of Cyrkensia. Such a busy sight even at an early hour of the day. Grant would be lying if he said he was not at least tempted to speak with one of the many sellers and see what they have to offer. Though, what came first and foremost was their journey, the butler would try his best to keep himself in check. In contrast with his own self restraint, a local vendor was giving Hadassah a sales pitch or so it seemed.
His attention was caught by the enthusiastic elf. It probably would not be hard to turn down his offer at all. In spite of that and as with the rest of the merchants in the market, he held some form of interest in his goods.
Then he turned to face his guide. She appeared to be uncomfortable by how her body retracted away from the man. Her motion could be compared to two magnets of the same pole repelling each other way! Albeit a lot slower. Regardless, Grant picked up on her hint.
He stepped but an inch closer to the elf, holding his free palm up in greeting. The butler knew that by some extent, he would not be able to simply brush the seller off with a simple no and thank you. He had to play his game to an equally ridiculous level. “You appear to have quite the charismatic pitch stranger. Though, it would seem that she is as interested as I am at this moment.”
The young man smiled warmly, almost too much so. It was borderline eerie.
“Do you have anything I could purchase for one half of gold coin?” He asked rather sincerely. Perhaps his guide might have picked up on the sheer audacity of what he was doing to repel the man.
Hada turned her head to Grant as he began his interaction with the elf. She stealthily slid to her partner's side and peeked behind his shoulder.
By appearance, the elf himself was of unusual quality. Light, white hair, slit eyes and a wry grin... definitely the appearance of a suspicious character by regular standards.
"Aha! Yes, yes, I understand, completely!" the fellow continued with a cheery tone, his head turned downward, and his smile appeared to turn a touch unsavory, "After all, what could a butler and an exotic marvel like her require from a pawn shop? Fufufu... very well, off with you two, then! Take care on the open road!" He waved his fingers at them and withdrew himself, almost disappearing into the crowd.
At that moment, Hada took Grant's wrist and put her mouth to his ear.
"Let's move. Quickly," she spoke with a an air of haste.
Odd rhythm: Learned at level 1 If a unit equipped with this skill has their turn set during an odd number in the turn order, they get +10 to their HIT and the enemy gets -10 to their HIT.
Such an odd interaction in a marketplace. For a moment Grant thought that the elf would be fuming after his social jab. His smile after had betrayed some sort of negative connotation, though he was unsure of what scale.
More so, he was confused as to what the elf meant by exotic marvel. The elf’s facial expression could be portrayed as calmly unnerving- a standard which the butler knew very well. That being said, the most frightening part Grant found was not of the tool he used- it was the fact that the butler could almost relate to him.
His composure was steady and his moves- calculated. The young man found a slight air of resemblance between them. Perhaps the only differentiating factor laid in their personality, even then he had no idea what it was.
He would not linger upon it. The butler nodded his head, following after Hadassah . Curiosity filled him once more, but now was not the time to ask her of her worries it seemed.
It was a shame, really. Hada would've liked to spend a little more time in the market to look for freshly caught fish, but the presence of that elf disturbed her. It wasn't a coincidence, that fellow knew about them. It was too dangerous to linger here any longer. They needed to get out of Cykrensia and put some distance between them as soon as possible.
North. They needed to keep moving north.
Grant was following her lead as she had hoped, and after such an encounter, she needed vindication from him.
The further north they headed, the smaller the buildings became, and soon they were met by the rough dirt roads. She checked over her shoulder briefly then released Grant's wrist.
"... Swear to me that you don't know him," she spoke almost shakily.
Odd rhythm: Learned at level 1 If a unit equipped with this skill has their turn set during an odd number in the turn order, they get +10 to their HIT and the enemy gets -10 to their HIT.
The butler brought his hand up right below chest height. His wrist had become a little numb from the overextended period of time Hadassah was leading him. He did not expect to be brought so far from the origin of the port town in such a short manner of time. It was almost as if he were a dog being dragged along by a leash.
The butler looked to his guide whom at the time gave off a grim mood. He closed his eyes, a tiny sigh escaped him.
Too true that he was a collected person especially in stature, but even he was human to some extent. His acquaintance’s spontaneous demeanour had irked him somewhat, though he knew that she had some reason to act as such. He would not blame anyone to have absolutely no reason for their actions.
“I do not,” Grant stated. “Yet it seems that by some measure: you do.”
Hada dipped her head and crossed her arms tightly, "To some extent. I've happened across him a couple times in my travels, and both times... well... it's safe to say that he's not to be trusted." She turned away from him and began to pace down the road, "He is rumored to have dealings with a sort of black market... and for the sake of us both, it would be wise to avoid him."
Now that they were without earshot of anyone nearby, it seemed about time for her to talk.
"I know you have questions, Grant," she said as she adjusted her hood, "You may ask them, and I'll do my best to answer."
Odd rhythm: Learned at level 1 If a unit equipped with this skill has their turn set during an odd number in the turn order, they get +10 to their HIT and the enemy gets -10 to their HIT.
“If you say so I shall take your word for it.” He shook his head, speaking monotonously. Then he opened his eyes. Questions a plenty, almost too many. Upon having finished rubbing his wrist to speed up the restoration of feeling in it, he brought the same hand to his chin. “Curious. Curious.”
His other hand raised upwards, swaying gently while he talked. “I could ask you a great number of queries, Miss Hada.” The butler announced with a flick of his wrist. He would bring both of his hands back to his sides at attention. “And while my ever increasing curiosity wills me, I suppose I shall not step over the boundaries of trust that we have set over each other.”
Grant returned to his natural calm state with a mild touch of joy. “Proper mannerisms are one of the many keys to growing stronger, at the end of the day.” The talking he had done seemed to distract himself from his previous annoyance. That or perhaps he simply enjoyed talking to his new acquaintance.
“Two simple question then.” His head descended momentarily in a nod. “Who are you, and why do you insist on being concealed?”
"I appreciate the modesty, even with your questions," the woman replied with a smile, "Very well."
She lifted her hood briefly, revealing her scarred, yet striking face covered with strands of raven black hair. A blue earring dangled from her pointed right ear, and her flaxen eyes glinted momentarily in the sunlight.
"My name is Hadassah," she said, "And I am a manakete, a child of dragon blood. For centuries, mankind has despised and used my people as slaves and weapons of war, and as such I must avoid detection as much as possible from those who wish to do the same to me." The hood was placed back on her head. "Do you have any other questions, Grant?"
Odd rhythm: Learned at level 1 If a unit equipped with this skill has their turn set during an odd number in the turn order, they get +10 to their HIT and the enemy gets -10 to their HIT.
Paused and wide eyed, Grant was astonished at the answer she had in store. He had not anticipated anything of the sort in the slightest. Anything he knew of dragons or Manakete were from old wives tales and story books. This response brought up even more questions than he previously had about her identity.
In any case, he discarded those questions. There was but one subject on his mind at that point.
He was unsure if what he was about to try would work, nor if it would be rude to ask. In spite of that, he was drawn to it- regardless of the outcome.
The butler took a single step closer to Hadassah and after that, he brought up his left hand close to the side of her face without making contact. “Only one,” he replied aptly. “Would you mind if I attempt something?” Almost immediately, he regretted what he had asked as he realised his movements and question seemed almost too strange.
Grant's surprise was predicted, but any following actions, such as the one he is currently attempting, was out of her knowing. She figured him to keep his hands to himself, but this situation?
Gods, this fellow couldn't make his revelation any less unpleasant...
"Hmmm..." Hadassah slowly shifted her head away from his hand, "... Attempt... what exactly?" Her eyes displayed hesitation due to his sudden ambiguity.
Odd rhythm: Learned at level 1 If a unit equipped with this skill has their turn set during an odd number in the turn order, they get +10 to their HIT and the enemy gets -10 to their HIT.
The butler moved his other palm to his face in an attempt to cover up his embarrassment. “Miss Hadassah . . .”
In truth, he had only wanted to inspect the scar that she had to hide beneath a hood. Though his own straightforward nature might have become a part of his own undoing. The young butler’s inclination to help others was probably an enhancing factor for his sudden action. His stomach was practically burning with all sorts of unpleasant emotion. The fastest and least painful exit at that moment might as well have been getting slain by the Manakete.
“I wish to examine the damage on your forehead,” Grant blurted out. Once he had fallen out of his cold and calculative demeanour it was had for him to regain it. Perhaps it might have been a side effect of being still so very young. Worse still, he was fully aware of his own shortcomings. The knowledge only amplified his crushing feeling of awkwardness.
His only worry at that point was not of the elf that they had met earlier, it was what the Manakete might think of him. His own mind had already began to paint himself in a bad light. He could just imagine his prior actions with complete inaccuracy. He saw himself in a third person perspective.
“Only one thing,” the butler spoke with an silky tone and light emphasis on the word ‘one’.
“Would you mind if I attempt something?” he asked, raising his hand close to her cheek.
Back in reality he was absolutely silent. His exaggerated imagination had essentially fried whatever his mind had thought of doing in the future. While he tried to hide it, his cheeks were flushed with scarlet. What he would not pay to escape the current situation he was in- even he did not know.
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