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[Akatosh]

Rylan sat on a bench wearing his tattered half-cape over his head to block the sun, his shoulder on his staff, his staff supported by his curled arm which rested on his leg. He watched people pass by on their affairs, a few looking more rushed, shady, or menacing than others. 'This town is full of all sorts of people isn't it?' he thought to himself. Sure he'd been here before but it always seemed like there were more each time he visited.

He was rather out of work lately - the local taverns had barkeeps already, nobody needed anyone else killed, other jobs were taken, and he wasn't adept at blacksmithing. Sighing, he looked down at the ground to observe some ants. Yep... boring days. Looked like boring days ahead too, probably for a few months.

[skimaskkass]

The wind started to increase in speed and leaves seemed to scatter all around. Ckaratin just absolutely was warned out. His sleeves covered in tears, (the kind that ruins clothing) sweat, and some (not his own) bloodstains. Through the rips you could see bruises lined up and down his arm. Ckaratin sat down with with a tempered look in his eyes. He pulled out his finely ornamented dagger, took out a sharping stone. He was about to grind it against the blade when suddenly he crushed it in his hand in rage. He looked at the reflection of himself in the blade and said "Next time I'll smite those who cross against thee... Next time, next time..."

He looked at the fellow sitting next to him on the bench. "You looked heavily armed compared to the average lad around here" Ckaratin shrugged. "You seem to see beyond my appearance, do you possess some skill to sense this?" Rylan said in a surprized tone. "When I saw all those straps and belts, I knew you have at least one concealed weapon" Ckaratin answered. "How clever of you, when I saw you walking by your appearance led me to think you were just another thingyy* thug." "thingyy* thugs are ignorant fools who can't realize who they are messing with most of the time." They both laugh briefly as the wind becomes even faster.

*for SOME GRAND REASON the word: C-O-C-K is replaced by the word "Thingy" so please this is not a error please ignore the word 'Thingy' and pretend it says C-o-c-k-y

[Akatosh]

(I had the same problem with the word c-o-c-k-roach on a previous board -_-)

Rylan was a bit surprised to see another person actually take interest in sitting. After their small chat, he glanced over the other to see if he could learn anything. As he leaned back and looked into the sky, he mulled over the image he had in his head. A lot of bruises and torn clothing for the first notable things. Secondly he had a rather interesting dagger which he honestly had no interest in other than an identification mark.

The high wind blew the cape off his head as it also brought in a stream of increasingly thick clouds as the air began to cool. The smell of moisture began to fill the air and the distant sound of thunder could be heard, though the storm was too far to make an impact right now, even if it rained. "I like this kind of weather." he said cheerfully, getting up to stretch before sitting back on the bench.

[Devryk]

"Aye, this weather means rain, bringing life to barren ground."

Dvari smiles at the two men sitting on the bench. He'd been in an alleyway for sometime now, watching people pass by without interest. At last, he'd decided to take part in the conversation. He steps out of the shade of the ally to join them on the porch, his hair whipping in the wind. His kind eyes travel up and down the man with the blade, noticing the wounds and tattered look of his clothing, "What brings you here to this village?" The fair smile once more returns to his lips as he leans against the side of the building, folding his arms over his chest, one hand hidden under his shoulder, ready to grasp the scythe on his back should the need arise.