One day in Denerim, looking for bloodmages...or a good time... Who: Aurin Demarc, Azabeth Kordura Where: Denerim When:Just over a year ago. 9:43 Dragon Summary:A pair of undercover Templars out looking for rogue Apostates might just loose it all. Of course, they might like it. Rating:PG
He looked to be a typical mercenary. He stalked down the streets of Denerim, the buckles and studs on his light leather armor caught in the light as the strolled down the sun dappled streets of the city. The scabbard on his back that carried a claymore rang softly as he walked. His tall leather boots made a cheerful clatter as he strolled along. He cast with his gaze as he walked, obviously looking for something with his bright blue eyes. His dark hair whipped in the light wind before he began to slow down in his steps as something seemed to catch his eye. A smile came to his face as he turned towards the blonde companion that walked with him, a man dressed very similarly to him, but with a longsword in a scabbard by his side. The dark haired man raised one leather clad gauntlet to clap the younger blonde on the shoulder. “There we are, Kendric!” His voice cheerful as he pointed towards a windowed front, with a dilapidated wooden door. Above the door hung a sign with a caricature of a smiling white bunny holding a mug of ale. “The Drunken Hare. I think that works for out purposes!”
“…I…I’m still not too sure about this, Aurin.” The blonde replied with a note of hesitation in his tone. One hand gripped at the hilt of his sword spasmodically as he stood staring at the sign like it was a viper of some kind. “This…really isn’t what they teach us…”
“Oh come on, Ken.”, Aurin’s voice sounded amused as he shoved on the other man’s shoulder. “This is the only way to get information.” He leaned slightly forwards towards the blonde. “You can’t expect to walk into a city like this in what we normally wear and just have them hand us information can you?” His voice holding a smirk that was mirrored by the look on his face. “Our usual outfits makes people run away from us you know…”
“I don’t know why,” Ken replied as he turned to frown at his companion. “We are just servants of the Maker! Why would that scare people?” He groused in a soft voice as he peered towards the door in question.
“Well we do tend to bring bad tidings to some of them…”, Aurin’s reply was wry before shoved him once more towards the door. “So this is the best way. Just a little bit of deception, I think the Maker might just forgive us for it. Trust me!”
“Alright, Aurin. Alright!”, Ken continued to grumble as the took that first step towards the door. He still stared at the wooden portal like it might come to life and bite him, his steps light and wary. “…but…this isn’t /too/ disreputable a place is it? You promise right?” He asked as he looked over his shoulder towards the dark haired form of the mercenary.
“Oh yes. Yes. I promise.”, Aurin replied with a thoughtless nod towards her as he quickly stepped around the younger warrior and pressing his palm against the door to shove the smooth wooden piece open. He stepped inside, his boots echoing on the wooden floor with a clatter. He looked around the room with a growing smile on his face. The place was, well disreputable was being generous to it. The floor was pitted and worn, the tables and chairs were a sad collection of mismatched pieces that seemed to have been broken many times and mended. Unidentifiable stains littered the bar at one side of the taproom, and the barman behind it glowered balefully towards Aurin. The people that suddenly turned their attention towards the door at the arrival of the pair of mercenaries seemed as battered and warn at the furniture. Suspicious frowns greeted the men as they entered, the several card games froze mid-hand.
“…Aurin.”, Kendric’s voice held a note of trepidation as he glanced around, nearly jumping as the door banged shut behind him. “This place…”
“Is perfect! I know. Glad you agree, Ken!”, Aurin’s reply was cheerful as he directed the younger Templar in disguise towards an unoccupied table near to one of the card games. “Just perfect for two men just out of a contract and looking for new work.” He paused for a moment before adding. “Or getting blindly drunk…one of the two.”
“Aurin! We aren’t supposed to drink!”, Kendric seemed almost scandalized at the thought.
“…when in Denerim, we have to fit in is all!”, the dark haired Templar murmured back with a lopsided smirk that curled slowly up one side of his mouth. “It won’t kill you to unwind a bit you know, Ken. You are wound up like a top.” There was mirth in his eyes as he looked up to catch the attention of a passing servant to order them both a pint of ale, before he turned his interest to the various games of chance going on around them.