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[Vyvian]

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73rd Spring 514AV, The Sickle & Arrow

Vyvian slid in suspiciously to the bar, looking around like a cornered cat. Normal people scared him enough, but people who have survived the outdoors, who had killed.. They were to be feared.

Pulling his hood deep over his head, he pushed some hair over his eyes to hide the glint that he always had, and hunched over, making himself smaller and frailer. Shuffling over to a free table he slid onto the seating like a hiding animal. He daren't go and ask for a drink himself.

Visibly shaking, his hand raised and shifted some hair out of his eyes, he couldn't help it, it was habit. Looking around at the assembled.. "Hunters" he examined them with intense curiosity, the enigmatic glint returning from under his hood. Slowly he pulled his own crossbow out from under his jacket, with such reverence he could be mistaken for caressing it. Laying it on the table he traced a thin claw-tip over its details and revelled in the intricacies of it.

Continuing to do this he slowly became more and more absorbed in the weapon, tracing the string and levers that operated, clearly obsessing over his creation to the expense of all else, and as such sticking out like a sore thumb in the bar. The young frail boy nearly hugging a weapon in a land of hardened rugged killers.

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[Viridae Kabre]

Viridae lowered the hood of his woven cloak, the fabric settling onto the sleek shoulders of night leather armor with a thick rustle, before running a hand through his rough mop of silver hair, Azure eyes scanning the room gently. He hadn't made an apperance at the Sickle and Arrow in some time, which was odd, considering this was almost like his place of employment. His sleek ebony bow gave familliar weight on his shoulder, two quivers of arrows boncing lightly on his hips as he took a step away from the silken entry cord. The smell of old leather and game rich foods filled his nose.

The usual crowd was around, with the exception of Valydor, whom he'd not seen since mid season. He was of course worried for the hunter, but he nodded the thoughts gently from his mind. A drink and a meal. And perhaps some trade stories. That was his reason for being here this day. And yet still something was off.....

Vyvian. He'd seen the boy a few times around the city, and had noted to himself that something about him did not sit quiet right. Perhaps it was the fact that he rarely saw the Symenestra's face. It didn't matter. He was here for a reason, made obvious by the fact that his weapon of choice was a crossbow. Too loud of a weapon for a full time hunter. Eventually Viridae's curiousity got the best of him.

He slid silently into a seat across from Vyvian and looked him over silently, almost uncomfortably so, with stern hunter eyes, before bringing the corner of his mouth to a fang glimpsed, lip bitting smirk.

"Funny seeing you here," He said, tone somewhere between flat and sarcastic.

"Judging by the fact you are alone, have chosen a table away from the others, and that blank expression you're wearing, I've come to assume you need something, but are unaware with whom you need it from?" He ran an ebony claw over the table, a faint scratching noise sounding. "If you don't mind me inquiring, what is it that you need?" His last statement was worded as a question, but his tone showed no influxuation. Cold as the peaks of Kalea.

[Vyvian]

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Vyvian's tracing finger paused as a stranger sat down, he held his breath and didn't move an inch. Then his eyes looked up and they caught the light, reflecting the dull light of the bar with intensity.

"You're correct.. but your tone." he pursed his lips and thought, his eyes glancing sideways.

"Either I confuse you or scare you." he shrugged as his eyes returned to his crossbow. "The former most likely."

"I'm looking to go to the surface, I haven't been before and I plan on travelling very soon, so I thought I should get... acclimatised, before biting more than I can handle." The piercing eyes looked up again, and he drew his hood down to reveal his haunted face, scarred and sad yet still youthful.

"Following your way of being analytical, I guess you want to help me or you're just bored. So.." he leant back and smiled innocently.

"Can you help me then?"

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[Viridae Kabre]

He frowned slightly, survaying for the first time, the fresh scar painted across Vyvian's pale face. Decided against asking. He'd many scars himself, each with long tales, and did not particularly care to spend the time listening to the tale of this one.

"The latter for the seccond, neither for the first. I do find myself bored often in the spring. Better hunting in the summer and fall. Be aware, I've seen far to much to fear a man, but have learned to be weary of all things."

His tone was flat. He lifted his claw and survayed it quietly through black lashes.
"I have the time to take you up. Any particular goal in mind? Frankly, you can take a stroll up there on your lonesome. I deal in navigation and safe passage."

[Vyvian]

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A wry smile flicked across Vyvian's mouth as he crossed his arms.

"Well that's ideal for me. I plan on leaving Kalinor for uh..." he had to remind himself he was still among the faithful to Viritas.

"For my first harvest." he said slowly while frowning. He hoped he sounded convincing. He didn't need to tell anyone here that he had no plans of returning, he'd doubt they'd take kindly to him saying that.

"So where do you recommend the best place to travel to as an inexperienced young traveller?" he put more than a healthy dose of sarcasm and an accompanying smile to tease the hunter.

Frowning suddenly he looked sideways, deep in thought. He had forgotten something. Suddenly his eyes widened and he looked back. "Oh and do you require any form of payments" he asked with youthful excitement.

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