quintus_wulfric (quintus_wulfric) wrote in thedas, @ 2010-01-18 19:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | & before 9:45, @ ordhan wyland, @ quintus wulfric |
backscene: dull and old
Who: Quintus Wulfric & Ordhan Wyland
Where: The Gnawed Noble in Denerim
When: 9:32
Summary: After a hard week‘s work, Quintus tries to drink away the stress… but is running low on money. Set after Shiny and New.
Rating: T
“Listen, I’ll pay you as soon as I get paid. I just… I don’t have any money right now.”
The bartender stared at Quintus with a suspicious look. He stayed quiet appraising the guard before shrugging, “I’ll give you ale, but I expect you to pay back within the week or else…” The bartender gave Quintus a look. Quintus nodded knowingly. He was glad that this particular bartender had taken a liking to him. The one that had the previous shift refused to give him anymore than water and threatened to kick him out of the bar.
He picked up the large mug of ale and took a deep swig. Quintus tried not to show his disapproval of the taste. It tasted like dirty water, but it was better than nothing. Turning around on his stool, he glanced around the tavern. It was fairly empty since it was an off-season and early in the day. He glanced at the dusty beams of light that peeked through the tavern’s windows. The man turned back around, leaning on the counter. He placed a hand on his forehead, grumbling something about the sun being too bright.
The man winced as he went to pick up the ale jug. It had been almost a week since the incident in the Elven Alienage, but his arm still hurt from where the young guard, Conlan, had hit him with a shield. His leg was feeling better, however, since he had attended to that wound with a salve. He set the jug back down after taking another long drink. Wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand, he groaned. His armor felt heavy and he wished he didn’t have to wear it, but he had been told to keep his armor on in the higher class taverns. He didn’t understand why, but he followed orders without question. The only exception was his gauntlets and helmet that on a stool next to him along with a bow and quiver of arrows. His leg began lightly bouncing as he sat there at the counter, drinking in silence. He had a couple more hours before he had to report for work.