RP channel logs: Athawe, Naraj, Salmissra

[RP]: (Athawe): The sun rises sending streaks of red and yellow across the sky.
[RP]: Athawe opens her eyes slowly, a smile still on her face. Snuggling closer to Khureid, she sighs contentedly.
[RP]: (Athawe): It has been a week since she opened her eyes to find herself in his bed, him keeping watch over her. Not trusting herself to speak, she'd stayed motionless, her eyes filling with tears.
[RP]: Athawe smiles again, fondly remembering. Gently extricating herself from his arms, she kisses him softly on the forehead before silently leaving the room to greet the morning.
[RP]: (Athawe): The streets of Rheon are empty in the morning light, and Athawe roams freely, aimlessly.
[RP]: (Queen Salmissra): Kaira stretches as she steps out into dawn, and, shifting her grip on her crossbow, strolls out onto the streets of Rheon.
[RP]: Athawe sighs again and closes her eyes, the image of Khureid's face at the forefront of her thoughts. His clear blue eyes looking into hers, his strong arms wrapped around her tightly. She sits on a low wall near the market square, lost in her thoughts.
[RP]: (Queen Salmissra): The Cherek woman yawns, wondering if it was too early for a beer, and peers around the market square.
[RP]: (Athawe): Fishing through her bag, Athawe finds her last bottle of beer and opens it. Grinning, she silently toasts life for finally favoring her, and takes a long swig.
[RP]: (Queen Salmissra): Scowling, she sees that the only bars open are the somewhat more dingy ones. She stops to examine an unconscious drunk with curiosity, and nudges him with the toe of her boot.
[RP]: (Queen Salmissra): He doesn't move. She snorts with contempt. 'They can't hold their drink, can they?' She scans the market square again, and notices a Drasnian woman on a low wall.
[RP]: Athawe looks up, her sensitive ears picking up a voice. She quickly scans the empty marketplace until she sees the Cherek woman.
[RP]: (Queen Salmissra): She waves. 'Morning! Do you by any chance know if there's a decent bar open?'
[RP]: Athawe grins. 'Actually, yes. There's one in the alleyway there that's open all the time.'
[RP]: (Queen Salmissra): Kaira nods. 'Thanks, cousin. Belar's blessing on you and all...' She moves towards the alleyway, then considers something. 'Want to join me? It's a tad lonely out here.'
[RP]: Athawe thinks only for a moment, then nods. 'I'd be delighted.' She hops off the wall and heads in the direction of the open bar.
[RP]: (Queen Salmissra): Kaira enters the bar, and shoves a stumbling woman out of the way. 'Hey,' she says casually as she seats herself on a stool, 'A beer for me. And...' She glances at the Drasnian.
[RP]: Athawe nods. 'A beer will be fine' Athawe pulls some silver from her bag and tosses it on the bar. 'First round's on me'
[RP]: (Queen Salmissra): Kaira flashes a broad smile at the Drasnian. 'Thanks, cousin.'
[RP]: Athawe grins again.
[RP]: Athawe says 'So what brings you to Rheon?'
[RP]: (Queen Salmissra): Kaira sets her crossbow on the table, and shrugs. 'I'm a bounty hunter, and my last hunt brought me here.'
[RP]: Athawe raises an eyebrow. 'Bounty hunter, eh? She raises her glass and drains it. 'I'm a mercenary, myself. In between jobs, as it were.'
[RP]: (Queen Salmissra): She nods her thanks at the barkeep, and takes a long draught from the tankard. 'Not a merchant, heh? Or a spy or something...' She winks at the Drasnian.
[RP]: Athawe laughs. 'Truth be told, I'm a lowly thief.
[RP]: (Queen Salmissra): The Cherek grins. 'Best keep my purse to myself, then, heh?'
[RP]: Athawe laughs again. 'I don't steal from those I drink with.' She winks at the cherek and orders another round.
[RP]: (Queen Salmissra): Kaira finishes her beer and smacks her lips. 'Glad to hear that. I'd hate to have to shoot you.' She winks.
[RP]: Athawe says 'I'd hate for you to have to shoot me.'
[RP]: Athawe winks at the girl.
[RP]: (Queen Salmissra): She waves at the barkeep. 'Bring us some food, good man. Something warm.'

[RP]: Athawe grins as a barmaid brings two plates of the house special to the table. It looks sort of like a stew, but Athawe can't be sure. Either way, it smells delicious.
[RP]: (Queen Salmissra): Kaira sniffs at it, and sighs happily. 'Finally something warm. I've been living off stale bread and rations for Belar knows how long...'
[RP]: Athawe giggles. 'I know what that's like. She digs in and makes small talk between mouthfuls. 'Have you been traveling long?'
[RP]: (Queen Salmissra): Kaira looks at Athawe puzzledly. 'Is two months long?'
[RP]: Athawe considers it for a moment. 'Long enough. I've been on the road for nearly a year, myself.'
[RP]: (Queen Salmissra): The Cherek gulps down some stew. 'Why?'
[RP]: Naraj walks into the bar and over to the two ladies "Hello ladies. How are you doing today?"
[RP]: Naraj pulls up a chair from a nearby table and takes a seat.
[RP]: Athawe is about to answer when a voice stops her. She looks up at the stranger, instinctively reaching for her dagger. She nods politely, keeping a wary eye on him.
[RP]: Naraj looks at the women reaching for her dagger and chuckles, "You need not fear me child. You can put that toy away."
[RP]: (Queen Salmissra): Kaira scowls at the Asturian. 'Child? I'm no child.' She taps her crossbow contemplatively.
[RP]: Athawe raises an eyebrow at the man. 'I'm hardly a child, neighbor.' She does, however, sheath her dagger. She turns back to the Cherek. 'I was searching for my children.'
[RP]: Naraj looks over at the other women and grins, "Indeed you are not. Forgive me my lady for my rudeness."
[RP]: (Queen Salmissra): Kaira shoots the Asturian a dark look, and takes another bite of the stew. 'Maybe later, Asturian.' She pauses, then asks, 'Did you find them?'
[RP]: Athawe lowers her head for a brief moment, her eyes going dark. 'No.' Her voice is quiet, and she doesn't elaborate. She takes another bite of the stew, no longer interested in eating.
[RP]: Naraj turns back to the Drasnian and says "You say you are looking for your children? Where abouts did you misplace them?"
[RP]: Athawe turns to the Asturian, her eye flashing. 'They were taken from me.'
[RP]: (Queen Salmissra): Kaira sucks in a sharp breath. 'Did you kill the men who stole your children?' she demands.
[RP]: Naraj says 'Well I offer you my help if you would accept it in finding your children'
[RP]: Athawe closes her eyes fighting tears. 'They are dead.' She clenches her jaw angrily, and looks at the Cherek. 'And yes, the man responsible no longer pollutes this world with his presence.'
[RP]: (Queen Salmissra): Kaira sits back, satisfied. 'Good,' she says savagely. A moment later, her expression softens. 'I'm sorry for your loss.'
[RP]: Athawe nods her thanks, not trusting herself to speak.
[RP]: Naraj places a hand on the Drasnian shoulder, "I'm sorry for your loss miss. When I was but a young boy my parents were taken from me. If it is does any good I can tell you even when I wasn't with them my love was with them."
[RP]: Athawe smiles sadly at the Asturian. 'It's no matter, now. What's done is done.'
[RP]: Naraj says 'Some wounds cant heal. And a thing such as this certainly does matter. It has made you the women you are today'
[RP]: (Queen Salmissra): Kaira looks at the Drasnian, then the Asturian, and shrugs, emptying her tankard. 'Another round,' she says quietly to the barkeep.
[RP]: (Queen Salmissra): She nods at the Asturian. 'And whatever he wants.'
[RP]: Naraj gives a small chuckle "I thank you miss, but I do not drink. However I will pay for whatever you ladies would care for tonight."
[RP]: Athawe sits up a little straighter and wipes her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she forces herself to smile.
[RP]: Naraj turns to the bartender and says, "I'll have a glass of water."
[RP]: (Queen Salmissra): Kaira eyes the Asturian suspiciously. 'You don't drink? What kind of a man doesn't drink?' She laughs. 'Though I have to say this is my lucky morning. Two people offering to foot the bill, as it were.' She winks at them.
[RP]: Naraj then turns back to the two ladies and says, "So what brings you two ladies to Rheon. I dont think I have seen you around here before."
[RP]: (Queen Salmissra): Kaira taps her crossbow again. 'Bounty hunter.' She glances around the bar. 'My last hunt took me to this city.'
[RP]: Athawe gigles at the Cherek girl. She turns to the Asturian. 'I come to Rheon once a year to visit some friends.'
[RP]: Athawe smiles fondly as she remembers again waking up in Khureid's arms. It seems like a dream, and yet, she knows it really happened.
[RP]: Naraj grins at the Cherek, "I do not drink because I can not affOrd to be caught in a drunken stupor in my line of work. It would be how you say...ill advised."
[RP]: Athawe raises an eyebrow at Naraj's weird actions.
[RP]: Athawe says 'And what line would that be, if I may be so bold as to ask?'
[RP]: Naraj says 'Besides you see a lot more than you would think when you aren't in a drunken haze.'
[RP]: Naraj winks at the Cherek women.
[RP]: (Queen Salmissra): Kaira nods at the beer being served. 'Depends on how well you hold your drink. It's amazing what you can learn by pretending to be drunk.'
[RP]: Naraj turns to the Drasnian and smiles, "Let's just say I don't really make many friends."
[RP]: Athawe grins at the Asturian. 'Fair enough.'
[RP]: Naraj turns to the cherek again and asks "So you say you're a bounty hunter?"
[RP]: Naraj says 'So what scoundrel did you chase into this little town'
[RP]: Athawe gladly accepts the tankard offered her and tips it back, draining it quickly. She gestures for another and sits back, preferring to listen rather than speak.
[RP]: (Queen Salmissra): Kaira shrugs. 'Two murderers, with the help of another... associate of mine.'
[RP]: (Queen Salmissra): She makes a face. 'Sad to say, one of them chose to end their own life rather than to face justice.'
[RP]: Naraj says 'What did you say your name was again?'
[RP]: (Queen Salmissra): She flashes the Asturian a grin. 'I never said my name.'
[RP]: Athawe drains the next tankard and Orders another, listening carefully, but pretending she's not.
[RP]: Naraj grins "Just seems a little strange, one of my friends who you could say has his hands in just about every Western affair possible never mentioned anything about any bounty hunters coming to Rheon when I was sent here."
[RP]: (Queen Salmissra): Kaira's eyes narrow. 'I'm surrounded by spies.' Then her expression clears and she laughs. 'You can't know everything there is to know in the world, mysterious man.'
[RP]: Naraj smiles "You must be very good at what you do. Its not very often someone manages to slip under my radar, let alone my friends."
[RP]: (Queen Salmissra): Kaira shrugs expansively. 'I try. Got to raise enough money to feed my sister's family.'
[RP]: Naraj winks at the cherek and replies "Not everything, but in the west I know just about everything there is to know."
[RP]: Athawe idly toys with her dagger, pretending to drink from her tankard as she watches the two banter.
[RP]: (Queen Salmissra): She peers at the man. 'Know any new bounties, then? Running short of them lately. Good ones, at any rate.' She scowls and spits. 'I don't chase after petty thieves.'
[RP]: Naraj reaches into his cloak and withdraws a dagger without taking his eyes off the cherek. "This is for you, my Drasnian woman. It was hand made by a man named Moriar, from metals found in the mines in Drasnia."
[RP]: Athawe raises an eyebrow and reaches for the dagger. Given the current conversation, she idly wonders if the bounty is still on her head.
[RP]: Athawe examines the dagger carefully. It is masterful work, and looks quite expensive. She raises an eyebrow at the Asturian. 'You sure?'
[RP]: Naraj looks deeper into the Cherek's eyes and says, "If you are looking for a job meet me at the docks tonight. I am in the process of tracking down a man who goes by the name of Sarelk. If you are as good as you seem to be I might just have a place for you.'
[RP]: Naraj says 'When you get to the docks find a man who goes by the name of Erepitus and he will tell you how to find me down there.'
[RP]: Naraj says 'But now I must leave you ladies. It was a pleasure talking with you two.'
[RP]: (Queen Salmissra): Kaira nods. 'I will consider it.'
[RP]: Athawe nods at the Asturian. 'Was a pleasure meeting you.'
[RP]: Naraj stands up and takes a bag of gold from within his cloak and places it on the table, "That's for your bill. Have a lovely day ladies."
[RP]: Naraj bows to the two ladies and walks back out into the street.
[RP]: (Queen Salmissra): She opens the bag and stares at the gold within. 'Seems a bit excessive. Want some?' She winks at the Drasnian.
[RP]: Athawe grins. 'I'm Drasnian. Do you even have to ask?'
[RP]: (Queen Salmissra): She chuckles, and tips the gold out. She begins to count somewhat laboriously.
[RP]: Athawe raises an eyebrow, but waits patiently. Money is no object for her, so it's not a big deal if it isn't counted out exactly right.
[RP]: (Queen Salmissra): Eventually she splits the pile neatly into two, and pushes one heap to the Drasnian. 'Say, we haven't introduced ourselves. I'm Kaira.' She tips her own gold into the bag, which she then stows away.
[RP]: Athawe sweeps her heap of gold into her bag, and grins. 'Athawe.' She winks at the Cherek and motions for yet another round of ale.
[RP]: (Queen Salmissra): She drains her tankard and smacks her lips. 'The beer here is quite good.' She glances outside somewhat regretfully. 'Though I'll probably have to drop in to check for more bounties.'
[RP]: Athawe grins again. 'Well, it was nice talking to you, but I'm afraid I must be going.' The more she thinks about it, the more she's sure that bounty is still on her head. Suddenly she wants to be as far away from this Cherek as possible.
[RP]: (Queen Salmissra): Kaira flashes Athawe a smile. 'Hope to see you soon.'

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