1st Day of Fall, 515 AV.
11th Bell
11th Bell
Raylan awoke, as one does, in tiers of consciousness, sometimes lulling farther back into sleep and sometimes becoming almost sentient enough to lift his eyes. He was distantly aware of sunlight on his face, absently bleeding into his tent through its open flap. As time wore on, that warmth caused him to resign himself to consciousness with a heavy groan. And even though he was fully awake, Raylan kept his eyes closed in defiance to the waking world. His mind slowly began to sort through all the important things that he needed to do. Luckily for him, the only thing on his to-do list was to get a job.
During the previous evening Raylan had camped out on the beach of the Patchwork Port, letting the waves guide him to sleep like a soothing lullaby. However, he found it strange that he couldn't hear the ocean. He remained within his tent until a sudden harsh thud bashed against the side of his tent. "What the..!?" Raylan quickly put his long sleeved black shirt on and exited the tent to see what was happening.
"Holy Shyke!" Where the only words he could manage as he dived to the ground, barely avoiding a glass vial that nearly hit him in the face. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!" Raylan didn't know who he was talking to, but shouted out the words on instinct. "Me? What is wrong with you! Get the petch off of my building!"
It was only then that he realized his tent had moved. It was no longer erect on a sandy beach, but on top of what appeared to be a building. He combat crawled to the edge of the roof to peak over it and see who his attacker was. Raylan looked the man over with a slight frown. The person was a deathly pale man who held a perpetually surly expression on his face. "Don't blame me, I'm not the one who set up camp here. It just.... happened." He raised a brow as he remained prone. "By the way, who are you?"
He had to roll to the left to avoid another glass vial the man had thrown at him. It crashed next to him, covering the ground in some type of liquid and sending small shards of glass into the air. He was happy that none of them managed to to cut him. "I'm the man who owns the Apothecary you are camping on!" From the look of things, the man no longer had anything in his hands to throw at him. As long as he had a local to talk to, he felt like getting some information out of him to aid him on his quest for a job."
"You really need to smile more. I'm really not worth all that rage. I know? How about a massage? I'm pretty good at giving them. But not for free. How about it? Five silvers for a massage?"
The man could not believe that the stranger on his roof started to haggle with him about a massage he didn't even want. He didn't know if he was mad about the haggling, or the by fact that Raylan didn't offer him a free massage. Wait. Why was he even thinking about massages? "AHGH! If I wanted a massage, I'd go to the Stark Naked and starstruck! ... And my name is Kirwen Shenter you petcher!" Kirwenshouted while shaking a fist.
Raylan placed his elbows onto the roof to rest his head in his palms. "Oh? The Stark Naked? If you wanted me naked during your massage, that might cost extra.." His legs lifted up off the ground to kick aimlessly in the air behind him. Raylan smiled when he heard the mans audible sigh of irritation. At least he found out the name of the location where he could find a job. He could see that things were growing tense, so he lifted a hand to wave the man down. "Hey, look. How about I buy something from you and we go our separate ways. Let bygones be bygones, Deal?" He stood up to start braking down his tent.
At the prospect of selling something, Kirwen sounded slightly less agitated. "If it will get you down. What do you want?" It was actually a good question. One that Raylan had to think about for a chime or two.
"Have any herb to add to baths to help ease soreness? Or something to help me sleep? I have a feeling I'll need it later." Kirwen grumbled then vanished into his shop. By the time the man returned holding a sack, Raylan had broken down his tent and stood on the roof wearing both his backpack and mandolin; the latter of which he wore on one shoulder by a strap.
"What'd ya got?"
"Connal. A herb can be used for everything you wanted. Put it in a hot bath to relive aching joints or wounds. Or infused it into tea to induce sleep. If you have the skill, you can even make it into a wine. One gold per ounce."
Raylan stared down at the man with a smile. "No. Try again. And remember, I can stay up here all day." He didn't know how the man would take it. Or if he even really wanted to buy anything, so took his chance at talking the price down. Kirwen frowned as he narrowed his eyes, overpricing the usual five copper per ounce herb by half. "Ten copper per, and I'll go no lower." Raylan shrugged as he nodded to the man. "Fine, I guess that will do."
He then began the adjust process of climbing down from the roof. He hung from the edge of the roof with his feet dangling below him. He planted one of his feet against the side of the building to find some type of perch. He then released his grip to fall down the wall, sliding his boot against the building to slow himself slightly before landing with a thud. His landing was staggering as he toppled sideways before falling over. He stood to his feet then stood in front of Kirwen. "You did not see that." He chuckled then paid the man with one gold piece, getting back the rest of his money in change then placed the herb in his pack.
Raylan then patted the angry man on the butt with a soft slap, then took off down the street in a sprint. Yelling over his shoulder as he ran. "I'll catch you later, Kirwen. Look me up for that massage later!" When he turned back around, he couldn't help but notice just how sluggish his pace was.
During the previous evening Raylan had camped out on the beach of the Patchwork Port, letting the waves guide him to sleep like a soothing lullaby. However, he found it strange that he couldn't hear the ocean. He remained within his tent until a sudden harsh thud bashed against the side of his tent. "What the..!?" Raylan quickly put his long sleeved black shirt on and exited the tent to see what was happening.
"Holy Shyke!" Where the only words he could manage as he dived to the ground, barely avoiding a glass vial that nearly hit him in the face. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!" Raylan didn't know who he was talking to, but shouted out the words on instinct. "Me? What is wrong with you! Get the petch off of my building!"
It was only then that he realized his tent had moved. It was no longer erect on a sandy beach, but on top of what appeared to be a building. He combat crawled to the edge of the roof to peak over it and see who his attacker was. Raylan looked the man over with a slight frown. The person was a deathly pale man who held a perpetually surly expression on his face. "Don't blame me, I'm not the one who set up camp here. It just.... happened." He raised a brow as he remained prone. "By the way, who are you?"
He had to roll to the left to avoid another glass vial the man had thrown at him. It crashed next to him, covering the ground in some type of liquid and sending small shards of glass into the air. He was happy that none of them managed to to cut him. "I'm the man who owns the Apothecary you are camping on!" From the look of things, the man no longer had anything in his hands to throw at him. As long as he had a local to talk to, he felt like getting some information out of him to aid him on his quest for a job."
"You really need to smile more. I'm really not worth all that rage. I know? How about a massage? I'm pretty good at giving them. But not for free. How about it? Five silvers for a massage?"
The man could not believe that the stranger on his roof started to haggle with him about a massage he didn't even want. He didn't know if he was mad about the haggling, or the by fact that Raylan didn't offer him a free massage. Wait. Why was he even thinking about massages? "AHGH! If I wanted a massage, I'd go to the Stark Naked and starstruck! ... And my name is Kirwen Shenter you petcher!" Kirwenshouted while shaking a fist.
Raylan placed his elbows onto the roof to rest his head in his palms. "Oh? The Stark Naked? If you wanted me naked during your massage, that might cost extra.." His legs lifted up off the ground to kick aimlessly in the air behind him. Raylan smiled when he heard the mans audible sigh of irritation. At least he found out the name of the location where he could find a job. He could see that things were growing tense, so he lifted a hand to wave the man down. "Hey, look. How about I buy something from you and we go our separate ways. Let bygones be bygones, Deal?" He stood up to start braking down his tent.
At the prospect of selling something, Kirwen sounded slightly less agitated. "If it will get you down. What do you want?" It was actually a good question. One that Raylan had to think about for a chime or two.
"Have any herb to add to baths to help ease soreness? Or something to help me sleep? I have a feeling I'll need it later." Kirwen grumbled then vanished into his shop. By the time the man returned holding a sack, Raylan had broken down his tent and stood on the roof wearing both his backpack and mandolin; the latter of which he wore on one shoulder by a strap.
"What'd ya got?"
"Connal. A herb can be used for everything you wanted. Put it in a hot bath to relive aching joints or wounds. Or infused it into tea to induce sleep. If you have the skill, you can even make it into a wine. One gold per ounce."
Raylan stared down at the man with a smile. "No. Try again. And remember, I can stay up here all day." He didn't know how the man would take it. Or if he even really wanted to buy anything, so took his chance at talking the price down. Kirwen frowned as he narrowed his eyes, overpricing the usual five copper per ounce herb by half. "Ten copper per, and I'll go no lower." Raylan shrugged as he nodded to the man. "Fine, I guess that will do."
He then began the adjust process of climbing down from the roof. He hung from the edge of the roof with his feet dangling below him. He planted one of his feet against the side of the building to find some type of perch. He then released his grip to fall down the wall, sliding his boot against the building to slow himself slightly before landing with a thud. His landing was staggering as he toppled sideways before falling over. He stood to his feet then stood in front of Kirwen. "You did not see that." He chuckled then paid the man with one gold piece, getting back the rest of his money in change then placed the herb in his pack.
Raylan then patted the angry man on the butt with a soft slap, then took off down the street in a sprint. Yelling over his shoulder as he ran. "I'll catch you later, Kirwen. Look me up for that massage later!" When he turned back around, he couldn't help but notice just how sluggish his pace was.
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