The Leviathan Arrives (Two Blades..cont)

[Saemon Havarian]

Saemon found a small room with a hard bed. The Landlord came upstairs and brought him pants and a shirt, not the best one and probably from his stable boy, but it would do it. Saemon wasn't picky, because it seldom enough lasted long with him. He crawled under the sheets and blankets and dropped into a tight sleep.

[Envin]

Aragorn rose early, ere the dawn was old, and striding down the stairs he stretched out the bruises and pockmarks, chiding himself to actually stop sleeping in his mail. He snatched a loaf of bread and some butter, and a jug of milk, from the counter, tossed the landlord a coin, and went outside to eat and await the others.

[Saemon Havarian]

Saemon came outside, shirt halfway open and barefood and sreched in the sun. He had slept deep until the landlord nearly shattered the door to get him out. "Your master is up, so better get your butt out of this bed, too." He had shouted at him. Saemon woke up in and instand, rushed into his new clothes and left the room quickly. Now he blinked into the sun and set down at the table with Thorongil.

[Envin]

Thorongil glanced over at Saemon with an appraising glance. "And why were those fellows so keen to knife thee, I should like to know," he said. He passed Saemon the bread and butter, but didn't feel like having his lips on his milk jug.

[Saemon Havarian]

Saemon thanked Thorongil and took some bread, but left the butter allone. He stuffed the food into his mouth like a starving wolfe, stopped, grinned and swallowed quickly. "Sorry, hadn't much lately." He stood up and got himself a sip water from the well into a used mug from another table and sat down again, scratching his head. "I bet these guy has pulled off a big bunch of my hair. It feels like he scalped me." he mourned and drank a sip water before he kept going to eat the bread. "I joined their game two days ago and lost everything. One of them gave me a loan and we kept gambling. I won a little bit and he wanted his loan back yesterday. But I had spend it for Marjory - the girl in the Fortress. He got pissed and said I was cheating and that he wanted the money. I said we could make a game about it and we did and I lost. Well, he got really mad and tried to kill me. Everything else you know."

[Envin]

Thorongil smiled at Saemon's rabid hunger. "Looks to me as though thou had but little hair to begin with. But perhaps ye ought to think less of dear Marjory and more of thine own skin in future - or at the least learn to run faster," he chuckled. "But who art thou, and what be ye a'doing in these part?"

[Faron]

"Tell me Thorongil, do you always associate yourself with every poor begger who comes pleading at your feet? Seems a bit uncharacteristic for a mercenary," Ashuron said, approaching the group and taking a bite out of an apple. "By the way, these apples are incredible, of course in this area they have to be imported, sold, sold again, and stolen before I finally get my chance to take it from someone else, which is all a reflection on the poor economy and agricultural status of this area."

[Saemon Havarian]

Saemon bit heartly in the crunchy bread and said: "Well, I keep walking from one realm to the next for no other reason, that I can't really settle down. I take jobs where I find them. I was nearly everything from gender to waitor, even once bartender - until they disliked me to have a few drinks atself. My father was blacksmith and so I was teached. But after his death I lost the smith and had to leave Gondor and since a year or so I am traveling through Harad. You havent seen Marjory, or you would understand why I try to stay around since two month. She is the beautifulliest woman I ever saw, gracious and lovely and she works in the kitchen of the fortress." He licked his lips in the thought about the food she sometimes gave him for the road. When Ashuron aproached behind them he turned towards him and said:
"I hope they aren't poisened. They do sometimes here with drugs which makes your mind silly and your toung talking weird things. Did you eat a lot of them?"

[Envin]

"Nay, only so far as they serve my purpose, a truly mercenary thought," replied Thorongil with a grin as he caught one of Ash's apples and crunched heartily. "And a reflection upon the general living conditions of this area - think who it was that was likely to steal this so ye could eat it, and then try and decide how often that person has bathed. If he did eat a lot of them, we'll soon know," he responded to Saemon. "Traveling through Harad, eh? Who knows, perhaps thou'rt the one that stole these apples so our tall friend may eat them. Wonder how long it's been since he's had a bath, eh?"

[Saemon Havarian]

Saemon grinned. "No I don't steal, except the innocence of girls somehow." He chuckled. Than he sniffed at himself and made a disgusted face. "But you can bet I would'nt smell like this if the landlord had let me get a bath this morning. Does anyone want to go to the pump in the courtyard? I pump for you if you pump for me."

[Envin]

Thorongil turned to Ash with a wide grin and eyes the size of saucers. "Nay, Saemon, I do not feel the need of a pumping, but if my comrade would be agreeable, then perhaps ye can steal his innocence."

[Idrial]

After a good night's slumber, Idrial awoke to find the light of the early morning sun streaming into her window. After freshening herself up, she wrapped about her shoulders the cloak she had found earlier discarded in an empty room. Or at least, that's what she assumed. Tossing her light hair back over her shoulders, she meandered out the door, closing it firmly behind her. She wouldn't be surprised if the entire party had gone on and left her behind. That seemed to be their desire anyway.

"Good morning." Idrial said to Thorongil and the elf, completely ignoring the other fellow...not even knowing his name anyway. Nor did she wish to. The cool breeze of the early morning hours was refreshing against the skin of her face, and she waited to see what they would do now. To see where they would go.

(OOC: Sorry I was gone for a while folks. I'm staying with my grandparents and their computer really stinks. Lol. I'm also sorry I didn't have a chance to defend Idrial against Aaron's accusations in the bar fight scene...but I suppose I'll have to let it slide. )

[Vilik]

Vilik awoke the next morning, got dressed and headed downstairs. He walked up the group just in time to hear the 'pumping' comments and shook his head. "I think everyone here saw all they ever wanted to see of your bony ass and more last night...." He nodded a 'good morning' to each of the three and asked no on in particular, "Am I to assume Mr. Shortplank will be traveling with us as well?"

[Saemon Havarian]

Saemon eyed at Vilik and growled. Then he eyed to the woman, felt ignored, chuckled and raised from his seat. "I find somebody to pump for me," he said and went off to the stables.

[Faron]

"Well, so we're all great friends and companions then," Ash said sarcasticly, "And have I mentioned before how unusually large or group is becoming?"

(OOC: And because I'm too lazy to log in and out...)

A Haradrim walked past the table slowly and listened intently to the conversation before rushing out of the building, placing a large wooden mask on his face, and leaping from one box to another, onto the roof, and off into the city, muttering, "Yoko yoko."