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Post by Anya Loma on Dec 27, 2016 6:56:37 GMT
the dirt path well traveled, many had walked where she was, so going so coming, the THE FREE CITY OF NHINEMARQ grew closer and closer and she decided this is where she would look
but, what was she looking for?
she had little on her, a bow and sword few rations and such
she came for work and the best she knew was somewhere in the city, she entered the gates getting a glare from the guards, she ignored it for it was usual for her type to get such glares and looks
she moved in a bar, she silently entered as she made her way to a corner, she scanned the area, hopefully someone ws looking for work...or even a travel companion for her it didnt matter
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Post by Paddy Quick on Dec 27, 2016 22:56:49 GMT
Paddy Quick was 'the man' in the Westwharf Dockyards, and he knew it. You needed something fenced? You had business to do in this little patch of the West side? Find the charming young man with the reddish-brown hair. He'll take care of you.
Most pubs in this part of town catered to wharfers or sailors. This particular one was Paddy Quick's base of operations. He had a booth to himself away from the hustle and bustle of the main floor, where seafarers, adventurers and thieves drank and cursed and made grabs the rear ends of the passing wait staff. A fight or two broke out once in a while but by local standards, this pub was pretty tame. Paddy didn't like too much distraction when his head was in the books.
With a cold ale to his side and two hard lads standing on either end of his booth to ensure he wasn't interrupted, Paddy worked furiously with a quill in one hand and a parchment full of sums in front of him. What was he doing?
Figuring out a whole new way to gamble.
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Post by Anya Loma on Dec 27, 2016 23:13:36 GMT
She was amused as the bar was Alive and active, many laughing yelling cursing punching kicking then more drinking
However something pulled the looked of the half breed to a guarded door, she slowly moved from her chair and over to the door she stopped as she looked up at the man and spoke
I wish to meet whoever is in there if you would please
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Post by Paddy Quick on Dec 30, 2016 4:25:26 GMT
One of the men who stood by the door had the look of a massive boulder; standing six foot six and full of muscle. He went by the name of Gorgeous George (despite the deep scar that ran from his forehead to his jaw) and was well known around Westwharf as an 'ard basterd' and champion bare-knuckle boxer. But the female in front of him unsettled him. Half-demons weren't exactly common anywhere in Ardell. George made the sign of the wheel in spite of himself and grimaced.
"'Er, what?" he stammered. "Who're you, den?"
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