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As the sun rose over the old village, the townspeople began their duties.
A woman in her late twenties brought herself to the doorstep of the Raven’s Rest Inn and flipped a sign, signifying that the tavern was indeed open for business. Of course, she didn’t expect any regular person to stroll in at this hour, unless of course it was a foreigner or passing merchant.
Haha, but no person would be so foolish as to continue from night into the morning… she thought to herself. That was common sense around here.
With broom in hand, the woman began sweeping the front porch of the inn.
The town was oddly as peace for being so close to a fort in the middle of war. Raziel looked at the old buildings that lined the streets. A few people were out and about, paying no mind to the world around them. A few children chased each other outside before being silenced and called inside by their mother. The man stood taller than the rest of them. His tanned skin and western look made it obvious that he wasn't from around here. And the scar on his face made him dangerous. Raziel didn't blame the mother. He just turned his head away from the children and continued down the road.
He was just a wanderer. It was his quest to see the world and help others out where he might be needed. Raziel was a man of peace and protection.
When he came to the tavern, he walked past the woman who swept outside, offering her only a small wave of his hand before entering it, surprised to find it empty. Tired from his journey, Raziel's mind hadn't quite caught up to him. He stood there dumbstruck and sought out a bell to call the attention of somebody who ran the building.
As her passed her, it was as if a mountain had moved past her. Her eyes widened and she looked up at the face of the man.
A giant! she had initially thought. Their eyes met briefly, but little else could be made out. At least he was friendly enough to wave to her.
The woman turned her body and peeked around the door post at her new customer to study him further. His ears were long and sharp, and his clothing was loose and weathered. An elf giant had graced her inn?
Fufun! Another interesting customer! No doubt with a past of pain and agony! Oh, and maybe a few worthwhile adventures, too...
She leaned the broom against the wall and followed the man inside. "Can I help you, stranger?" she asked with a smile. Raziel
The man said nothing as he turned to the woman behind him. His voice was quieter than what would be expected of a man of his size, but it had an air of importance in the way that he spoke. "A room. I've been traveling for a long time." He just assumed this woman was the innkeeper now. He pulled at the gold that was tied to his sash and held it out to the woman. He only had enough for a few nights stay. Within a few days Raziel would be flat broke once again. It didn't bother him. He lived off the land plenty in the past, and he had gone hungry so many times before.
Such a gentle and quiet voice. Perhaps he was a man that attempted to exude no physical power despite his imposing appearance. A humble fellow, right off the bat.
Humble or not, business must be conducted. As the coin purse was held out to her, she held a finger up in the air.
"I can most certainly get you a room, but hold on to that for another moment before you decide," the woman nodded. She moved past him to the counter, then beckoned him to herself, "So! Room and board is three pieces, while just a room is two pieces. The capital would charge you a much higher price, but a comfy bed and warm food is all a man really needs." Raziel
The rates the woman had were fair enough, lower than Raziel had actually anticipated. He passed ten coins to the woman. That was three days worth of room and board. If he was lucky, fortune would happen along his way soon enough. It seemed to always do so. "A room and board sounds nice," he offered a genuine smile to the woman, and passed her an extra coin for a bit of information. "I should be able to stay for about three days, perhaps more. Do you know of anyone looking for labor?" An inn keeper must have many leads in this. They almost always did.
Another fellow living by the skin of his teeth, eh? Seems like adventuring is the trend nowadays.
"Fumu..." the woman pursed her lips as stared at the gold pieces, "Well, the old smithy down the road might pay you for blowing air into the furnace." She let out a light titter, "Fufufu! That's my favorite joke. I'm afraid this town is poor, my dear wanderer. Poor enough that everyone's trade is their own." She slid he fingers together and nestled her head on top of them, "Nnn, maybe I can have you chop firewood for me? The person who does it for me isn't it town, so you could probably get some of your gold back doing that." She shrugged her shoulders, "Otherwise, if you're feeling brave, the bounty board is sure to have something on it." Her hand lifted to a wooden board on the wall, "If not, oh well." Raziel
Bounties. Raziel wasn't so scrapped for change that he needed to put his life in danger over the head of another. He almost sneered at that. Almost. "Firewood, I can do." He responded simply. He carried no belongings with him an had nothing to put away. "I'll get started if you show me where to go." His stomach gave a small growl, but he showed little fatigue or hunger on his face, simply writing his bodies' behavior off as something he was used to. Work always came first.
The innkeeper almost shouted for joy as his agreement. Now she wouldn't have to heave that ridiculous ax herself today! Splinters were best taken in shifts, after all!
Of course, since he was going to work for her for the next few days, perhaps introductions are in order.
"Very good, sir," the woman grinned ear to ear, "we should formally introduce ourselves in light of this business agreement." She stood up and bowed toward him gently, "I am Watanabe Mai, innkeeper of Raven's Rest Inn. You may call me Ms. Watanabe, or Wata-san if it suits you better." She wouldn't have him speak on a first-name basis just yet with her, after all, she was the boss and he was the employer.
After their introductions, she would lead him straight to the stump where the logs were chopped. Raziel
"Raziel," he introduced himself as. There was no last name to go with it. That's all he had ever been called by his family. His masters were another story. He gave a polite bow in the form of a greeting. "It is a pleasure to do business with you Watanabe-san." He offered the fullname along with the honorific as she had decided to use. Over the years, Raziel had learned culture and of the importance for some to stick to it.
When introductions were over, he removed the long robe he wore around himself, revealing the short sleeveless shirt he wore underneath it. His arms were lined with scars and more had been hidden by the shirt he wore. They had become a part of him and no longer did Raziel pay them any mind. It would be foolish for him to worry with the long life he yet had before him. With the axe rested effortlessly against his shoulder, he brought it down upon a loose log on the cutting stump and split it in two.
Just "Raziel ," huh... it was understandable that he probably wouldn't trust her with his last name, especially if he were a man with a past. Mai was flexible enough to realize that. The name itself screamed foreign. No Nohr she's ever met was named in such an exotic way as far as she knew.
Umu, maybe if we get more familiar, I could nickname him 'Raz-kun.' Mm, maybe he might not like it...
"The pleasure is mine," Mai answered. She watched him remove his clothing and immediately noticed his scars (not like they were trying to hide themselves, yes?). He may look young... but he certainly had his fair share of battles.
Now they were outside, thus she simply monitored his swings. Raziel was quite strong, and split logs easily with little energy. At the rate he was going, he'd probably be making more than how much he paid for the stay. Maybe it should be just as well, he needs the gold and she has full coffers. It didn't hurt to help someone who was capable by giving them an easy job like this.
Still, the scars were something to ponder upon. If they could speak, what horrible stories would they tell? What tales would his hardened exterior articulate? Should she have been more bold, she would've asked right then and there. However, it was simply too early to ask... perhaps when he trusted her better she can lend her ear to his hardship.
"Good swing," Mai said with a nod, "Report back to me when you feel you've cut enough. If you finish the whole pile, well, I wouldn't be surprised." She turned on her heel to gone back to her inn, "Let me know when you've had your fill. There's always more than enough wood that is dropped off each morning." Raziel
The man continued swinging the axe at the wood, chopping it one by one until the pile had met its completion. It would be enough firewood to last for a while. Raziel wiped the sweat from his brow while he placed the axe down back where he picked it up. All of the wood was arranged in neat piles, low enough for Watanabe-san to pick from with ease. There was no sense in her straining herself trying to get some wood for the fires. He draped his cloak over his shoulder and carried about six pieces of chopped wood inside the building with him when he returned to Mai. "I've finished. Here is some wood for today." It would save the woman the trouble of going outside to get some for herself. He would probably make an effort to bring some in for the remainder of his days here.
Mai
Lv. 6 Witch
Move: D6
[HP 20] [STR 0] [MAG 18]
[SKL 3] [SPD 10] [DEF 4]
[RES 7]
Thunder Tomes: D
Dark Tomes: D
Fire Tomes: E
Wind Tomes: E
Unarmed: E
Mai had reseated herself at her counter to resume counting coin with her abacus to calculate monthly earnings. She's had a good season lately, what with Leigh-kun passing through and some more wandering folks.
An hour hardly passed by when Raziel returned with six logs in hand.
"Eh?" the innkeeper looked up as he came in, "You're... you're finished already?"
"Yes," he responded. "Will that be all you need?" Raziel didn't need payment from the woman outside of the cost for traveling to the next town. If she over paid him she would find the money returned to her in someway. Truth be told, the man needed something to do to entertain himseld.
Mai
Lv. 6 Witch
Move: D6
[HP 20] [STR 0] [MAG 18]
[SKL 3] [SPD 10] [DEF 4]
[RES 7]
Thunder Tomes: D
Dark Tomes: D
Fire Tomes: E
Wind Tomes: E
Unarmed: E
"Fumu..." Mai linked her fingers together and smiled, "Let me think about it for a little! You seem like a capable fellow..." She leaned back in her chair and started humming to herself.
What else could she have him do? There's only so much she had people do around the inn...
"How abooooout..." she drawled as she pulled back to her original posture, "... breakfast! Are you hungry? I can make you something." She immediately got on her feet and moved to the kitchen just around the corner, "I mean, if you were hungry, I should've fed you first! I have meat dumplings if you're alright with it!" Raziel
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