Hunting for Scraps [Social/Open]

Quinn was bored, and he had made a decision to wander into Shale Town. He had heard quite a bit about this settlement, which was very different from Gabbro. Unlike Gabbro, this city was metallic. Very metallic. He was used to the stone-aesthetic of Gabbro, and the sheer amount of metal in this settlement was quite daunting.

"Kind of blinding in the sun," Quinn made his observation known, his thoughts usually said out loud. He was not the most inconspicuous person, but he can when he wanted to be.

It seems he had wandered quite a bit, and soon, he found himself lost. And being lost in a new and different city was never good. He found someone though, someone a bit interesting looking. But anybody would be fine, as long as they can help him.

"Excuse me, I was wondering if you might know where the closest inn is? I seem to be a bit...ah...lost."

Quinn sweat-dropped as he listened to the young man speak. He was odd. Not in a bad way, but in an uncomfortable way, where most people probably would avoid him instinctively. Not Quinn, he didn't mind much, especially since he's seen his fair share of weird in Gabbro.

"Yeah, lost. Hm, I don't have much, just enough for room and board, some meals and a few drinks too!" Quinn replied happily, stepping in line with the man as he walked towards someplace. He seemed to know where he was going, so Quinn would follow diligently. It wasn't as if he couldn't defend himself when the situation needs it. But, the man did not seem to be a threat at all. Maybe he's even invite the man for a drink.

"Oh hey, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Quinn!" Quinn smiled widely at the man still walking beside him, "Quinn Stormgarde." He held out his hand for a shake.

Rex Bello

"I'm glad you've never heard of me," Quinn laughed out loud, "It seems as though those who make a name for themselves these days are always on the wrong side of the moral line, you know?" There was some truth in it, where notoriety bred more respect than anything else. It seems the world had fallen far off the deep end after the Calamity. To heal it will take quite a bit of effort. Quinn wanted to be a part of that effort.

"Nice to meet you, Rex! Can I call you Rex?" The Take-Over mage was still not sure how he should approach this man, but he'll do his best. He was helping him after all, and that deserved some sort of reward.

"Say, are you by chance hungry? I was going to grab some grub, and since you're helping me," Quinn scratched the back of his head, "Well, I wanted to return the favour by buying you a meal? How does that sound?" To be honest, Quinn wouldn't mind the company. His journey had been lonely, and a friendly face might just make this trek worth it.

Rex Bello

Quinn shrugged, "I mean sure, you're right about that," thinking for a moment, he continued, "I'd be more scared of the ones who can blow up a city, especially since you'll never know when they strike." The nonchalance of the comment made it a bit weird, but Quinn just smiled. It was true, potential was scarier, because you can never be prepared for something you don't know.

"Rex it is!" Quinn replied happily, before coming upon the inn that was supposed to house himself for the night. It was...not the best looking, but it certainly was not the worst that Quinn had stayed in. The place was good enough, especially for only an overnight stay.

Quinn opened the doors for both of them, letting Rex go in first, "Grab us a seat, let me settle my room first then I'll be right with you!" The wafting smell was enticing, roast beef if Quinn was not mistaken. He couldn't salivate a bit, but shook his head and went straight for the barkeep. Room first, and then food.

Rex Bello

"Nice table, Quinn smirked, having passed by some very sticky-looking ones. The place was good enough, it did not have class, but it certainly had personality. A rough personality. Just like Shale Town, if Quinn was being honest.

"I think I'm grabbing the beef stew they have cooking back there," Quinn paused for a moment, before asking, "What do you want? Anything at all, as thanks for helping me!" The smile never left his face, genuinely happy to repay the person who helped him out.

Life was an interesting journey, and Quinn knew its better to make friends than enemies. Plus, he was a new mage! And any connections he made right now might be beneficial in the long run! "Is the whole city this rough?" The question came out accidentally, but was something already on his mind for a while now.

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"Beef stew it is!" Quinn chuckled, raising his hand to get the barkeep's attention, "Two beef stews on this table, charge it to my room, my good man!" His stomach growled, and Quinn had to suppress his hunger. The beef stew's smell invaded the restaurant part of the inn once again, and Quinn was reminded how hungry he was, especially after a long journey from Gabbro.

The metal seemed cold to Quinn. Cold and emotionless. One can say the same about the stones around Gabbro, but Quinn begged to differ. Stone, while cold, felt more natural. Metals were natural, true, but there was something that made Quinn shiver in apprehension at the thought of being surrounded by it twenty-four seven.

"Gabbro is a stone city!" Quinn replied with a grin, "Strong, sturdy, and protected. Gabbro is a bastion against monsters, you see. The ones crawling outside our walls are killed and roasted!" There was a triumphant glint in Quinn's eyes, always proud of his city and Nemean Claw, the guild-restaurant. Speaking of guilds, The guild here, what's the name of it again?"

Rex Bello

"'Course we eat 'em!" Quinn salivating at the thought of the wolf meat they had just last week, "They're very good, gamey, but the meat can be very tender as long as you know how to cook it!" The master of Nemean Claw definitely knew how to cook the game they brought back.

"Odin Spear, huh?" Quinn thought for a moment, "Sounds like a tough crew. Don't know who Odin is either, he sounds like a tough guy though."

The beef stew arrived, and as promised by its scent, it tasted heavenly. "So good! This almost tastes better than the manticore we had a few weeks back!" He glanced at Rex, "How is it? Is it good?"

Rex Bello