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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Mar 29, 2018 5:20:56 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
He nodded sagely to her rather cynical fact, though, he paused as he realized the broadness of the term. So, he jabbed a finger at her space accusingly,
"You can still clean dishes and help me with ledgery, who knows what new hobbies you'll find now that you're not at the beck and call of Death itself, y'know?" Lekalis shrugged and offered a sympathetic shrug with an encouraging smile.
"Still, you raise a good point." He sighed and tapped his brow, nodding again,
"I'll keep a budget in mind... I've a mind to stay a bit longer after we exchange your gems, however. Think we could meet up in the tavern? Or--" He brought up the writ of ownership of land he so recently acquired like a dog-treat,
"-- Perhaps we can see what we've got to work with? Maybe get to writing those letters from either."
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Post by Vanitypirate on Mar 29, 2018 5:24:36 GMT -8
Tilly's hands stopped and squeezed at each other, clasped together, as she clearly looked towards the tavern and found it to be the worst idea she had ever heard.
She shook her head. Fear brewed.
"Er, no." She elbowed towards the caravan, "I'd like to come with you."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Mar 29, 2018 5:26:57 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Oh..? What? Of course you're coming with me. I just mean : After we exchange your gems for gold, I give you your gold, then you meet me elsewhere as I order some things for our future investment." Lekalis looked baffled at first, then haughtily shrugged and chuckled as he waved the writ to and fro like some magic wand as he smiled happily.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Mar 29, 2018 5:34:32 GMT -8
"Oh!"
Tilly relaxed and her hands dropped back to her sides. She smiled and nodded, at ease.
"Right... right." She gave him an affirming thumbs-up.
"Carry on, then!"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Mar 29, 2018 5:37:17 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Right, and you won't mind if I run off with all your gold after?" He japed with a mocking chuckle as he finally opened up the Nomad's Wagon and trundled in, pausing for a moment to hold the door open for Tilly, jerking his head to beckon her inwards...
/Timeskip to post-transaction?/
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Post by Vanitypirate on Mar 29, 2018 5:42:49 GMT -8
Tilly shot him a stern look, "Don't even joke about it!"
But the expression only lasted a moment before it evaporated as she watched him.
She waggled a finger at him and chuckled, "--It's not funny." Before entering the wagon.
[Yeas!]
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Mar 29, 2018 5:49:30 GMT -8
[THEN IT IS DONE. Timeskip to expedite the process of exchanging gems to currency, as well as purchasing an inkpot and quill, with several papers]
/Lekalis/
Despite his insistence that the transaction for supplies would take far too long to wait outside, little more than ten minutes passed after Tilly departed that Lekalis popped out and ran a hand through his hair with some distant look in his eye, his mind distant for a moment as though he'd forgotten what was on his grocers list.
Then, he snapped to attention and raised his hand in greeting to Tilly, quickly stepping over and finding a familiar place beside her as he brought up the writ again and excitedly waggled it infront of Tilly,
"... Wanna go check it out?"
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Post by Vanitypirate on Mar 29, 2018 8:05:27 GMT -8
"Ah-- right! The plot!" Tilly's eyes lit up as they spied the writ, and with a certain glee and giddiness to find it, she took hold of Lekalis's hand and started forward.
"Is there anything left there after that... what's-it, the big pig ran through?"
She rubbed her jaw, and grinned,
"Imagine what it'll look like with a fancy house just there, yeah? So close to the square, too..."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Mar 29, 2018 8:14:36 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Aye... Some pigling beast what was it... a year ago now? Can't be; maybe more a handful of months, you remember when..?" He tried to scramble for the memory, though it was a bit foggy with too much wine as he hummed and took to idly swaying his hand in Tilly's.
Lekalis' pace took on a more leisurely stroll than a focused stride, as he walked past the Tavern and tucked into a familiar alleyway that could lead to the Brothel, if they were ever so inclined, though The Ex-Lord was satisfied as it were, for the moment.
"... Were you here for it..? When that creature rightly crashed into the tavern like a bull?" Though the story was one of terror and violence, Lekalis couldn't help but find himself at an indifference on the matter, such were the nuances of the Estate...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Mar 29, 2018 18:20:57 GMT -8
Tilly's grin faded some at the memory. Hers was muddled, as well, but less out of wine and more out of poor health-- physical, and otherwise.
The memory was not a pleasant one.
"I was, eh... unwell." She looked away and counted the stone bricks on the brothel. "I'd just gotten back from that expedition with the book and that fire-demon--"
She stopped in the middle of her speech, suddenly, and her attention was diverted to the brothel itself as she jabbed a finger at it,
"Will we have to walk by the brothel every time we scurry on home?" She asked suddenly, concerned; she questioned the ethics of walking a young child through this alley every day...
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Mar 29, 2018 18:36:46 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"What? Oh, no... No, I'm sure there's some other path around here--" He hummed and shrugged indifferently as he pulled at the strands of his goatee.
There were a few quick turns he took, seemingly impulsively, before the space slowly opened up to a rather bleak terrace of flat cobblestones that boasted a rather impressive overlook of the nearby ravine.
A triangular plot of land, the ruins of what once was an austacious, if not a bit squat, building now boasted mold and moss over a stretch of brick and mortar that had been destroyed.
The ruins were a rectangular ordeal, collapsed inwards after something had struck down its center like a cannon ball. What looked like a balcony once faced the ravine and Weald past it, though it had caved backwards in tandem with the destruction.
The alcove was by no means small, it was actually rather large given the modest sum; though it was apparent that the modesty arose from its closeness to the edge of the Hamlet and its rather immediate demise because of it.
The neighboring buildings around it shared wounds that paralleled the past building's more fatal blow, though they remained standing. They did not seem occupied by the most ecstatic of inhabitants.
While it all looked rather decrepit, there was a small shack constructed flush to the ruins, seemingly made of what materials could be used from the remains.
That shack was a fair size, six by three meters, with boards closely set. It looked cozy enough, but undeniably a far cry from what could be occupying the lot.
However, the Ex-Lord only paid it the briefest of nods as he went on to lead Tilly towards it, with the smallest of skips in his step,
"-- How did you slay it, again? The great firey beast?" He asked happily, with the spriteful socialness of a noble.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Mar 30, 2018 10:01:11 GMT -8
"I... eh, I don't remember." Tilly shrugged sheepishly and her eyes went distant for a moment as she looked over the shack.
One hand slipped into her pocket. "I wasn't... well. If you get my meaning. It died eventually, so I must've done something right."
There was their home: a diamond in the rough, for sure. Even having a small shack for shelter that they owned was a far cry from the usual tavern room they had to rent.
It was theirs. That was enough for Tilly.
Smaller homes were cheaper to heat in the winter, at anyrate.
"I didn't know it already came with a little place." She tugged at his hand and made a small smile, stepping foward, "Let's go inside, yeah?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Mar 30, 2018 10:23:36 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
He listened with a smile that waned as he listened to her and his brows furrowed just a touch in sympathy as he nodded intensively in respect. The Ex-Lord brought a hand to his sternum pinched at the amulet thereabouts as they neared the humble hut. Closer still, smaller amounts of moss had begun to collect underneath the lip of the makeshift roof.
The Roof itself was made of sod and spare shingles, making for a rather cozy, Hobbit-like appearance if it weren't so tall. The walls were doubly packed with earth and clay, to seal up the inbetweens of the wooden planks. Whoever had made the scrap shelter had lived here for a long while.
Regardless, Lekalis' smile stewed back up warmly as he moved the hand from his amulet to pat the wet boards with a nod,
"Aye, me neither truth be told... When I spied it first after the attack, when I'd been helping peasants with the recovery effort, the lot wasn't more than a smoking ruin." he admitted, his hand dancing over the boards t'ill he found a rather sealed door; the remains of a curtain covering a less sealed part of the house.
Carefully, he pushed open the door to reveal the rather spartan interior, smelling more of wet turf than city foulness, which was a bit welcome.
There were no windows, and a bucket was placed underneath an actively leaking portion of the roof. In the farthest corner was a bed supported on broken beams and the odd barrel. A gnarled nail struck out from one of the posts for no apparent reason besides bored madness. There was a half-stitched blanket tossed over a collection of couch pillows that could do for a wash, though there were prickled with a mat of hay to compensate for the gaps.
Besides the bed, was a table with one chair, and a ring of stones that marked an old cooking fire; though any pot or embers were all but taken in leave of the past resident.
The Ex-Lord's features stiffened as he entered and he gave a small 'Hm' as he examined the menagerie of furniture inside the cabin; breaking away from Tilly's hand to pinch and pull at wood and cloth testingly.
"... Think I'll stick to the taverns and Abbey for now." he scoffed with a sad chuckle.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Mar 30, 2018 11:11:20 GMT -8
Frankly, Tilly was simply pleased that a make-do shack already existed with the plot of land.
As it were, the building came with a free bed, kitchen, and dining room.
Head cocked, she approached the chair and grasped the back of it firmly, giving it a shake to test its construction. Satisfied, she sat down in it.
"Are you kidding?" She grinned and waved her hand in a wide arc to encompass the entirety of the spartan shack. "We've got everything we could need-- it's just a matter of sprucing the place up a bit."
It was an understatement, but she still drummed her fingernails along the surface of the table excitedly.
"And we don't even have to pay rent for it!"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Mar 30, 2018 11:40:38 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
With flawless and simple grace, he turned to face Tilly as she took a seat, as he stood at the other end of the cabin inspecting practically nothing; his lips pulled into a thin lipped smile, and his brows rose as he held a look of forced surprise. He pointed to the leak in the ceiling,
"It's leaking."
He pointed out the obvious as he walked to stand beside the bucket, his cloak drawn about him he nudged the bucket so it was more directly under the predescribed leak.
Though, he couldn't keep his sour demeanour up as he watched her drum on the table, his thin smile spread and he sighed into a broader, warmer one as he shook his head.
"I can't wait to show you proper luxury.", he made to stand on the other side of the table, leaning forward on it before pausing with a worried glance; hearing the furniture creak some, he eased back and presumed a savvy waggle of the shoulders,
"I'll show you the loveliest wining and dining you'll ever see, my Love." He promised with a shrug as he rolled his shoulders, business settling into his features as he made his way over to Tilly's side of the table; setting out pen and papyrus upon the surface.
"But, for now... we should see to writing invitations, no?"
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