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Post by 3personal5me on Jan 28, 2019 12:19:53 GMT
"Well you get whatever you want. Just keep it under 100 gold". He continued to peruse the aisles, occasionally stopping to look at a trinket or Mend some minor damage to various goods. He kept his attention on the goblin the entire time, ready to step in she caused or got into trouble. Not that he didn't trust her, but he would hate if something happened to her when he could have stopped it.
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Post by enchilada on Jan 28, 2019 12:31:05 GMT
“Hundred? That’s like. So much.” She ran around quickly, ducking around and grabbing enough clothes for a couple outfits. She figured he’d want to wash the clothes, and it made sense. Enchee rushed back to him, and held up the items. “This okay?” Enchee felt really grateful, this kindness was unknown to her.
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Post by 3personal5me on Jan 28, 2019 12:39:28 GMT
"Looks good to me! You're sure you didn't miss anything? I mean, I don't mind coming back here, I just want to be sure". He dumped a pile of gold onto the counter for the elderly woman while he spoke. "You have a hat, right? And good boots? And socks and underwear? The basics matter most!"
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Post by enchilada on Jan 28, 2019 12:59:19 GMT
“I’ve got everything.” Enchee hugged him, springing up to his waist, hanging on. “Thank you.” She pulled herself up onto his shoulders. She didn’t know what universe that hats were basic but she didn’t feel like bringing that up. It seemed silly.
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Post by 3personal5me on Jan 28, 2019 13:04:50 GMT
He dumped the change into his coin purse and grabbed the bag of clothes. "Well, we may as well drop these off at your house". He went back outside, one hand holding Enchee as usual. "Where do you live, actually?" He had no idea where the girl laid her head at night. He hoped, for her sake, that it wasn't in a bad neighborhood.
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Post by enchilada on Jan 28, 2019 13:16:29 GMT
“My house?” She rolled her eyes. “There’s a warehouse near the docks that has a goblin sized hole in the wall. It’s- it’s fine.” She got pretty defensive. “You’re gonna make a big deal about it, aren’t you?”
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Post by 3personal5me on Jan 28, 2019 13:41:24 GMT
He groaned as soon as she said warehouse. "Okay, okay, we can figure it out. Let's go take a look first, hmm? Is it in use? Or abandoned?" He had already started making his way in the general direction, assuming she could give directions once they were close. Part of him wasn't surprised by her answer. Disappointed, yes. But not surprised. "I suppose, worst case, is you can stay at an inn for a few days until we find something".
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Post by enchilada on Jan 28, 2019 13:51:30 GMT
“We don’t need to find anything. It’s fine. You’re making big deals about so many things that are just fine to me. Where do you live?” Enchee sighed. After her parents it really wasn’t all that long until the house went, but she was resourceful, and she considered herself strong, in survival.
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Post by 3personal5me on Jan 28, 2019 14:13:41 GMT
"I rent a room, actually. At the Broken Anvil. It's a dwarven inn. Maybe I could convince you to consider moving? You could have your own room. And door, and bed. We could gather your things and head there, if you would like". He took a deep breath, willing himself to stop talking.
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Post by enchilada on Jan 28, 2019 14:28:27 GMT
“There’s nothing to get. Let’s just go to that place.” Enchee found herself feeling over the metal of Crucible’s head. It felt strange, smooth but not. It reminded her of her own skin, covered in scars from all kinds of injuries. Stupid accidents, fights and dirty, low play. She was sure now that it’d become a familiar texture under her fingers.
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Post by 3personal5me on Jan 28, 2019 14:46:53 GMT
He shrugged at the response, careful not to dislodge her. Turning around, he started to make his way back across town to the Inn he had been staying at. He would have to rent a second room, but he wasn't too worried. Hopefully they could have a connecting door. "How long were you living there?"
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Post by enchilada on Jan 28, 2019 14:59:39 GMT
Enchee dwelled on the question. She barely managed a sense of chronology in her mind, she could be considered a disturbed child, not that she’d apply that to herself. “Long enough.” She mumbled, glancing back briefly to recent wintry nights. She shivered involuntarily.
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Post by 3personal5me on Jan 28, 2019 15:11:26 GMT
Crucible felt her shiver. "Well, that's in the past. From now on, you'll have a roof, a fire, hot food, and a soft bed". He gave her leg a gentle and fatherly squeeze. "It will all get better from here. I promise. The hard times are over".
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Post by enchilada on Jan 28, 2019 15:36:22 GMT
She leaned her head on his, she wasn’t sure what she’d done to deserve all this, but she daren’t complain, that’d be ridiculous. Her voice cracked and caught in her throat, but she kept herself from tears. Enchee didn’t cry. “Thank you. So much.”
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Post by 3personal5me on Jan 28, 2019 16:48:42 GMT
He squeezed her leg again. "Don't worry about it". They eventually reached the tavern. Surprisingly, the door was just tall enough that he didn't have to duck with Enchee on his shoulders. They entered into a warm common room, somehow noisy and quiet at the same time. The din of chatter and idle hours passed away was enough to avoid unconftsble silence, without being overbearing. A large fire crackled in the middle of the room, with a dozen different pots and cuts of meat hanging above it. The fire was open to be used by residents to cook their own meals. A significant portion of the residents were dwarven, though other races weren't uncommon. Heading up the stairs to his room, Crucible set Enchee down and opened the door.
"You can sit in here for a minute while I make arrangements for your room. Feel free to sit or... Look out the window". The room was sparsely furnished. A bed, neatly made and seemingly unused. On the opposite wall was a desk and chair, looking out a window. A backpack, stuffed to the brim with adventuring equipment, sat in one corner of the room. This was, in fact, everything in the room.
Crucible went back downstairs, seeking out the tavern keeper. They were recent friends, and he was sure he could get the adjoining room for Enchee.
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