Odin's Spear
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Mowu
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[C] Helping Hand
Sept 9, 2019 8:38:31 GMT
Fayre had been traveling around the land, seeing how people have been doing since the calamity and the people of Rhyolite seem to be doing great. It brought great peace to her knowing the fact that people could rebuild and live in trying times. It was sometime in the evening and she had gotten done traveling, exploring the town and doing a bit of window shopping and ultimately decided it was time for the day to come to an end. She had already paid for a room at the local tavern for the day so she could return whenever she felt like. But it seemed that her evening would get just a little more interesting.
Taking the time to thoroughly explore the town, the bar had closed a while ago but the stench of alcohol reeked from somewhere. Curiosity got the better of her and she ended up following her nose before she reached a ditch. Finding the source of it, she looked at the drunkard who was in it. "Sir?!" she called out gently, "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" she spoke making her way down to the man as she rushed to his side to help. "Can you move?" she asked gently, placing one hand on the man's arm and back as she went to his side.
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[C] Helping Hand
Sept 10, 2019 4:13:16 GMT
Why did he keep doing this to himself? What was supposed to be a few days of drinking had turned into what felt like months. Bottle after bottle he drowned himself in booze all because he had money to blow and didn’t even think about saving even a scrap for a rainy day. It was fun, at first, he had gotten himself a nice room, and a few hot meals his first few days in town but before he knew it he was rolling out money on bottles of wine. Expensive bottles of wine in fact. When he ran out of cash the bar keep tossed him on his butt and somehow he was now in a ditch with nothing to his name but the clothes on his waist.
Laying in his ditch he reeked of alcohol, his loose white trousers stained with the reds of various wines, his hair was out of its usual ponytail and few strands clung to his face here and there. He was a mess of a man that was for sure.
In the light sleep her was in he could hear someone approach, a sweet voice asking questions to someone and he’d soon peek open an eye to realize that someone was him. Considering how concerned they were about his pitiful state it seemed they weren’t around for his bender the other night, perhaps he could make this work.
Ken feigned a cough and looked up at the other with a weak, puppy dog like, gaze. “O-oh I’m sorry, did I fall asleep in this ditch?” he looked around, pretending to be too weak to crane his head upwards to look around, “I must look like a fool… It’s just.” he sniffled, “I’ve lost so much and I have no where to sleep tonight because my horrible addiction to wine.” he was full on “crying” now. Would he be able to fool them?
Fayre Ghirardelli |
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Odin's Spear
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@fayre
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[C] Helping Hand
Sept 10, 2019 9:46:33 GMT
Fayre watched the man that was resting soon spring to life as he was rather somber. She rested at the man's side, listening to his tales of woes, she rubbed his back as the man looked up at her with a certain meekness that rubbed her in a certain way. "It's okay, you don't have to explain anything to me," she spoke gently, her head nodding. Her eyes began scanning the man before her. He was practically naked, the only clothes on him were his trouser's, and even those were a mess, stained with what she could only imagine was various wines. He looked like your typical drunk, especially with the way he smelled but she couldn't leave him alone in his state.
She shook her head as the man spoke of himself, seemingly crying, her hand reaching up to touch the man's cheek. "You look fine, I wouldn't worry about it," she reassured the man with a gentle smile. "You just look like a man down on his luck, it happens," a pursed smile directed at the man. "do you have anywhere to go?" she questioned. "I'm not from around here, but I have a room back at a tavern in this city if you can stay with me for a little if you would like." she offered the man. It wasn't much but if she could help in any way she wanted to.
"Do you have a name? Mine's Fayre, it's a pleasure to meet you,"
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[C] Helping Hand
Sept 10, 2019 19:36:36 GMT
Oh woe was he, the man who couldn’t even lift his head up to stare his savior in their face. He, the man who could not mutter anymore than the woes he hid in his heart.. Was she his guardian angel? Someone to deliver him from his suffering unto a new life of happiness and fulfilment? Probably not. He didn’t often like relying on others, when he got drunk it was on his own coin that he earned through hard work. That said, he wasn’t above accepting free help.
“I’m afraid not,” he answered the question of having anywhere to go first, “This fitch is the only home I’ve known for the past few hours. You would allow a man who looks so downtrodden as me to stay with you? You’re too kind. I could never intrude on your privacy like that… For I have no clothes on my back.” he sat up the best he could, placing one hand over hers.
“My name is Kenndal. And may I say your name is as lovely as you appear. Like fine woven silk against my ears, while your angelic appearance soothes my eyes with your divine radiance.”
Fayre Ghirardelli |
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