« on: January 11, 2013, 08:37:16 AM »
The atmosphere in the bar was light and calm. There were few people in the bar other than the owners themselves. One man was sitting with his friend at a table drinking himself into insensibility, signs of tears could easily be seen on his face, while his friend set aside what was now a pile of money that magically refilled the drinks. On the other side, a man sat in the shadows, puffing on a pipe. Seemed to be a typical sight, drunkards here and sketchy man there.
“I do not know where the bathroom is. I never go to bars.” Finally replied Al. “Ask the Owner. Come to me when you are done with your business.” She glanced over at the two men. They both seemed to be drinking themselves away now. Bored of seeing them drink, she turned to look at the sketchy man. With intent in her mind, she approached him.
He was an intriguing sight. Smoke lifted from his pipe and circled around him in swirling motions. His face was long and well build with signs for age and adventure resting in the form of scars and wrinkles across his face. His eyes were a light brown and showed signs of being captivated in deep thought. A greyish-green hat lay upon his head with a long white feather on its side. His attire was a white poofy undershirt with a worn leather shirt over it, and a pair of worn leather boots to match it.
“Hello sir, I-” Her words were cut short, for the man blew a last puff before pulling the pipe from his mouth.
“What might a religious one such as yourself be doing in such a place?
“I’m on a mission, I’ll have you know.” She commented with snide in her voice.
“Someone like you my dear? I would sooner drink with those men before I believed such a story.” He replied, ignoring the joking behaviour of the women. “Now, what is it you are truly after my dear?”
She focused her gaze more closely at the man, his lips formed into a smile signaling his enjoyment in the conversation.
“No, tell me none of what your want, for I know.”
“Oh do you now?” She questioned, her arms now akimbo.
“Afraid so. You see, I am good at distinguishing between client or not, I have been at this job many winters now.”
Al perked up. “Oh, so you do know? Smart one you are then, and experienced too.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a sack. “I’m looking to go into the Dark Woods with a new friend of mine. I’ll hire you as my bodyguard.”
The man looked frozen for a moment, then he let out a chuckle. “And how much are we speaking?”
“800 now, 1200 when we safely leave. I want no sly moves, so until we leave the forest alive, you will get no 1200.”
“How does that stop me from cutting your throats early on and stealing the money for myself?”
“One, I am a priestess. Two, I have only 800 on me, the others 1200 is in safe keepings no where near me. You kill me, or my friend, then no 1200.”
“You are quite smart lassy. Then allow me to offer my side of the bargain. If you try to strike me down, I’ll get you before you get me.”
“Fair enough. Do you accept the terms laid before us?”
The man looked at the purse the lady held in her hands and let out a sigh. “Yeah” He said, standing up and extending his hand outward to meet her. “You can call me Sartre.”
Al smiled at Sartre and placed the purse in his hand that was extended for a shake. Sartre was taken about for a moment, but shrugged the gesture off and tied the purse to his belt. Al watched as he tied the purse to his belt, she was surprised to see this man didn’t look any younger than Al did.
“My name is Simone.” Replied Al.
Sartre looked at ‘Simone’. “You seem to speak false my dear, you look naught like any Simone I met.”
“Is that so? In that case, my name is instead Elise.”
Finally understanding that the naming was all a joke, Sartre smiled and played along. “Well Elise, its good to work for you.”