Post by The Smith on May 2, 2008 0:03:00 GMT -5
Maidenpool was not what Yozs had expected. He had not managed to find a pool and none of the women there looked like
maidens to him. It did not matter; Yozs was here to do business and nothing else. Walking through some of the alleys
he found a tavern that suited his purpose. Upon entering he was greeted by a few curious glances as well as a sour
stench that seemed to be coming from a severly obese man sitting next to the door. He contemplated the man for a moment
but then decided better and walked up to the bar. "One ale." Yozs said, putting down a copper and waiting for his drink
to be brought to him. He took that moment to scan the room, from the furthest corner to the man sitting to his left.
The mug of ale was slammed down next to him and Yozs sniffed it, before deciding it was safe enough to drink. He wasn't
afraid of being poisoned, however he wasn't too keen on smelling like the fat man. 'One ale won't do for me as ten a
day do for him.' Yozs mused, sipping at his drink. It was rough and much too bitter but he could not expect better. 'Might
aswell get to work.' he though as he walked over to a lightly crowded table in the corner.
The three men at the table looked at him in a distracted way as Yozs took the fourth seat. "Evening, gentlemen." Yozs
said in a calm and clear voice. "What do you want?" One of the men said, glaring at him with his fish-eyes. "I want to
find a certain person. A man named Yurie." "Yurie Darkheart?" One of the men asked, before receiving a kick to the legs
from one of his friends, which was badly covered up by a cough. "Yurie Darkheart. Yes." The three men all curiosly eyed
Yozs, however avoided eye contact. There seemed to be an air of fear and resentment. "We don't know the man." One of
them said before getting up. "Yet you know his name?" "His name is known in every tavern in Maidenpool, lad. It'd be best
to avoid the man." Yozs pulled out a small bag of coins and set it on the table. "I have been sent to hire the man."
The standing man sat back down, and the others suddenly focused their attention on the bag of gold. "Gentlemen, please."
Yozs said, diverting the mens attention back to his face, whilst putting the sack back into his pocket. "I would like to
find the man. Now if you do not know him, then I am sure you know someone who knows him. I do not care how long the 'knows
someone that knows him' list continues but just spread the word a little, please?" Yozs flicked a piece of paper, detailing
his residence, onto the table and left the tavern.
Upon exiting the tavern, Yozs slowly entered a very narrow and dark side street and loosened his Arakh in it's sheathe
a little. 'Number one' he thought, as he purposefully dropped a copper on the floor and went to pick it up. A brief
glance past his legs showed him the shadow of a man standing behind him, dagger raised. Yozs pulled his Arakh and,
spinning around, brought the weapon up, slicing the man's stomach open, and spilling his guts on the floor. Sighing,
Yozs sheathed his weapon and left for the tavern he had already settled in earlier that day.
Upon entering his room, Yozs took out his crossbow and sat in the chair facing the door. He wouldn't imagine it would
take the second man that much time to decide to try and get his hands on the money, but it took about an hour until
he heard footsteps outside of his door. Yozs blew out the candle which filled the room with darkness. The door opened
and Yozs could just about make out a tall figure entering the room; a figure which looked to be carrying something
shaped like a sword. Yozs fired and a moment later the shape grunted and fell to the floor. Yozs relit the candle and
walked over to the man after reloading his crossbow. It turned out he didn't need to; his bolt had punctured the man's
lung and he was currently drowning in his own blood. Yozs walked over to the door and rapped on it three times. A moment
later it opened and the two men that had accompanied him from Duskendale entered, both holding heavy saws. Yozs shut
the door behind them and the men went to their grim work of cutting the dead man into sizeable pieces, which they could
then easily fit in the empty trunk they had brought with them. Yozs nodded to the two men and left the room.
As he entered the bar downstairs he could see the third man enter. It was the one who had stood up when he had mentioned
Yurie, the one who had been the least eager to help Yozs out. He made eye contact with the man and beckoned for him to come
over. The man had a grim look on his face as he approached Yozs. "I've spread the word." He said in a low voice. "Can't put
my word to it that he'll contact you, but I did as best as I could." Yozs smiled and extended his hand. The man took it
and shook it and in the process also took the dragon that Yozs had held in his hand. "I hope to hear from him soon." Yozs
said and in reply the man grunted, before turning and leaving through the door. Yozs smiled to himself, hoping that this
was enough.
Yozs has spread the word through Maidenpool that he wants to contact Yurie Darkheart.
maidens to him. It did not matter; Yozs was here to do business and nothing else. Walking through some of the alleys
he found a tavern that suited his purpose. Upon entering he was greeted by a few curious glances as well as a sour
stench that seemed to be coming from a severly obese man sitting next to the door. He contemplated the man for a moment
but then decided better and walked up to the bar. "One ale." Yozs said, putting down a copper and waiting for his drink
to be brought to him. He took that moment to scan the room, from the furthest corner to the man sitting to his left.
The mug of ale was slammed down next to him and Yozs sniffed it, before deciding it was safe enough to drink. He wasn't
afraid of being poisoned, however he wasn't too keen on smelling like the fat man. 'One ale won't do for me as ten a
day do for him.' Yozs mused, sipping at his drink. It was rough and much too bitter but he could not expect better. 'Might
aswell get to work.' he though as he walked over to a lightly crowded table in the corner.
The three men at the table looked at him in a distracted way as Yozs took the fourth seat. "Evening, gentlemen." Yozs
said in a calm and clear voice. "What do you want?" One of the men said, glaring at him with his fish-eyes. "I want to
find a certain person. A man named Yurie." "Yurie Darkheart?" One of the men asked, before receiving a kick to the legs
from one of his friends, which was badly covered up by a cough. "Yurie Darkheart. Yes." The three men all curiosly eyed
Yozs, however avoided eye contact. There seemed to be an air of fear and resentment. "We don't know the man." One of
them said before getting up. "Yet you know his name?" "His name is known in every tavern in Maidenpool, lad. It'd be best
to avoid the man." Yozs pulled out a small bag of coins and set it on the table. "I have been sent to hire the man."
The standing man sat back down, and the others suddenly focused their attention on the bag of gold. "Gentlemen, please."
Yozs said, diverting the mens attention back to his face, whilst putting the sack back into his pocket. "I would like to
find the man. Now if you do not know him, then I am sure you know someone who knows him. I do not care how long the 'knows
someone that knows him' list continues but just spread the word a little, please?" Yozs flicked a piece of paper, detailing
his residence, onto the table and left the tavern.
Upon exiting the tavern, Yozs slowly entered a very narrow and dark side street and loosened his Arakh in it's sheathe
a little. 'Number one' he thought, as he purposefully dropped a copper on the floor and went to pick it up. A brief
glance past his legs showed him the shadow of a man standing behind him, dagger raised. Yozs pulled his Arakh and,
spinning around, brought the weapon up, slicing the man's stomach open, and spilling his guts on the floor. Sighing,
Yozs sheathed his weapon and left for the tavern he had already settled in earlier that day.
Upon entering his room, Yozs took out his crossbow and sat in the chair facing the door. He wouldn't imagine it would
take the second man that much time to decide to try and get his hands on the money, but it took about an hour until
he heard footsteps outside of his door. Yozs blew out the candle which filled the room with darkness. The door opened
and Yozs could just about make out a tall figure entering the room; a figure which looked to be carrying something
shaped like a sword. Yozs fired and a moment later the shape grunted and fell to the floor. Yozs relit the candle and
walked over to the man after reloading his crossbow. It turned out he didn't need to; his bolt had punctured the man's
lung and he was currently drowning in his own blood. Yozs walked over to the door and rapped on it three times. A moment
later it opened and the two men that had accompanied him from Duskendale entered, both holding heavy saws. Yozs shut
the door behind them and the men went to their grim work of cutting the dead man into sizeable pieces, which they could
then easily fit in the empty trunk they had brought with them. Yozs nodded to the two men and left the room.
As he entered the bar downstairs he could see the third man enter. It was the one who had stood up when he had mentioned
Yurie, the one who had been the least eager to help Yozs out. He made eye contact with the man and beckoned for him to come
over. The man had a grim look on his face as he approached Yozs. "I've spread the word." He said in a low voice. "Can't put
my word to it that he'll contact you, but I did as best as I could." Yozs smiled and extended his hand. The man took it
and shook it and in the process also took the dragon that Yozs had held in his hand. "I hope to hear from him soon." Yozs
said and in reply the man grunted, before turning and leaving through the door. Yozs smiled to himself, hoping that this
was enough.
Yozs has spread the word through Maidenpool that he wants to contact Yurie Darkheart.