Post by dissentist on Jul 28, 2006 11:39:59 GMT -5
"History... background?" he replied and glanced from guard to guard as he lit another cigarello. His grey eyes slid back to the Captain's grizzled face.
"I have none. No family alive." He exhaled as he relaxed in his chair, "Grew up in a temple to the Lady. Ran away when I was old enough," he shifted in his chair and adjusted his dark grey leather tunic. "Nice enough place, still go back every now and again. Been on my own since. Fortune favors the bold, eh?"
"What have you done for employment?" the Captain said as he scribbled some notes on his parchment.
"Let's see," he paused, ran a hand through his already trousled black hair and took another drag from his smoke. "I've made money hunting. Decent money in pelts." His eyes drifted up to the smoke hanging lazily in the lamplight as he reflected. "I've spent some time in the guard up in Phlan, spent some time working at the temple to the Lady in Phlan as well..." he paused, motioning towards the ashtray on the Captain's desk. The Captain nodded. Elias reached across the desk, tapped his smoke on the edge of the tray and knocked a quill from the table with his elbow..
"Damnit..." he spat, got off the chair and retrieved the runaway pen, leaning on a guard to get back on his feet. He placed the pen back on the desk and resumed his chair.
"Sorry, a little nervous." he admitted, eyes looking down. The Captain cleared his throat as the two guards exchanged guffaws and glances.
"Anyway aquiring money has never been hard for me." He smoothed out his cloak.
"I see." The Captain continued, "So you can wield those rapiers you've got?" looking at the empty scabbards on his back.
He nodded. "I can hold my own."
"And the bow?" the Captain leaned back in his chair.
"I am better with the bow than the blade."
"I see." The Captain's eyes grew hard as he looked Elias up and down. No more than a boy really, dressed in good quality grey studded leathers, a heavy, travel worn but still quite servicable cloak. By the look of it, custom black leather boots. Not bad for a runaway. Armed with two worn yet solid rapiers and a well used shortbow. It was the eyes though, something about those eyes.
"You're a mix."
"I am."
"No wonder."
Elias smiled, an odd, eye narrowing crooked smile. He took another drag from his smoke.
They both looked at each other.
"Report here tomorrow at midnight. Show them this parchment and you will have access up to that door." Elias nodded.
"You're excused." Elias rose from his chair, bowed slightly and spoke. "That you for the employment sir." The door shut behind him.
In unison the guards turned to their Lord Captain in disbelief. "Lord Captain..." the first sputtered. "How can you fill that position with that boy?"
"Aye!" added the second. "He can't do the job... he said himself he's not a penny to his name which is proof in his lack of skills already."
"A man that well equiped has money. In fact I know he has money." the Captain smiled and nodded to himself.
"And how do you know that milord Captain?" the guard said smugly.
"Well I do believe he has your purse."
Silence.
"He wha?!.. well son of a..."
"I have none. No family alive." He exhaled as he relaxed in his chair, "Grew up in a temple to the Lady. Ran away when I was old enough," he shifted in his chair and adjusted his dark grey leather tunic. "Nice enough place, still go back every now and again. Been on my own since. Fortune favors the bold, eh?"
"What have you done for employment?" the Captain said as he scribbled some notes on his parchment.
"Let's see," he paused, ran a hand through his already trousled black hair and took another drag from his smoke. "I've made money hunting. Decent money in pelts." His eyes drifted up to the smoke hanging lazily in the lamplight as he reflected. "I've spent some time in the guard up in Phlan, spent some time working at the temple to the Lady in Phlan as well..." he paused, motioning towards the ashtray on the Captain's desk. The Captain nodded. Elias reached across the desk, tapped his smoke on the edge of the tray and knocked a quill from the table with his elbow..
"Damnit..." he spat, got off the chair and retrieved the runaway pen, leaning on a guard to get back on his feet. He placed the pen back on the desk and resumed his chair.
"Sorry, a little nervous." he admitted, eyes looking down. The Captain cleared his throat as the two guards exchanged guffaws and glances.
"Anyway aquiring money has never been hard for me." He smoothed out his cloak.
"I see." The Captain continued, "So you can wield those rapiers you've got?" looking at the empty scabbards on his back.
He nodded. "I can hold my own."
"And the bow?" the Captain leaned back in his chair.
"I am better with the bow than the blade."
"I see." The Captain's eyes grew hard as he looked Elias up and down. No more than a boy really, dressed in good quality grey studded leathers, a heavy, travel worn but still quite servicable cloak. By the look of it, custom black leather boots. Not bad for a runaway. Armed with two worn yet solid rapiers and a well used shortbow. It was the eyes though, something about those eyes.
"You're a mix."
"I am."
"No wonder."
Elias smiled, an odd, eye narrowing crooked smile. He took another drag from his smoke.
They both looked at each other.
"Report here tomorrow at midnight. Show them this parchment and you will have access up to that door." Elias nodded.
"You're excused." Elias rose from his chair, bowed slightly and spoke. "That you for the employment sir." The door shut behind him.
In unison the guards turned to their Lord Captain in disbelief. "Lord Captain..." the first sputtered. "How can you fill that position with that boy?"
"Aye!" added the second. "He can't do the job... he said himself he's not a penny to his name which is proof in his lack of skills already."
"A man that well equiped has money. In fact I know he has money." the Captain smiled and nodded to himself.
"And how do you know that milord Captain?" the guard said smugly.
"Well I do believe he has your purse."
Silence.
"He wha?!.. well son of a..."