Thread: A Reluctant Pact (RetroXBlueLurker)

Not really, but this one owes me a favor from way back. I told him I might be bringing someone by tonight- a 'get a girl away from an impending bad marriage' sort of deal- hey, it's big place, and there are always families that are willing to do just about anything to make thier little ones happy. I did the same for a relation of his and she's living a good ways from here now, with a happy family. Her former groom tried throwing money at me, but one of the perks about this business- you get to choose who you really want to work for. I sent him in the wrong direction- up north, I'd said. Sent him chasing off that way for a few years, and he paid me for it. I wonder what the fool's doing now, anyways... He cracked a little smile. ...bet you didn't expect something like that from a guy like me, huh? Kind of the reason I'm not rolling in coin like the others- I'd rather take jobs that don't keep me up at night- not that I wouldn't mind if you kept me up all night, but I'd feel okay about it in the morning. That smile came back, as they approached a door, with a large decorative potted plant next to it. It was one of those corny scenes of a bunch of heroes- muscular warriors, mages with robes that barely covered anything, and the requisite large fire-breathing creature. Kieran would reach out- not for one of the figures, but for a small, non-descript flower in the back. He plusked it up, and it revealed an old key entangled in the roots. He'd unlock the door and push it openj, holding it for her. Inside, it wasn't the cleanest, but there was most of everything that they might need. He'd usher her inside, then quickly replace the key and flower back in the pot, before stepping inside, closing and locking the door behind him. The place was certainly well-lit- being full of things that might seem useful out on the road. It was quite obvious that the owner had done quite well for himself, because everything was clean and tidy. Another thing that quickly became obvious was that they were the only ones in the place- a fact made obvious by a note left upon enough in the way of supplies for two people, all nicely packed into easy-to-carry packs. Huh. 'K- this makes us even. Help yourself to what you need- and don't try the strongbox again. Try to keep her alive- and if you try and jump in her outfit, you're going to deserve what you get. Signed, J.' ...Huh. I owe him one- maybe two. Looks like we have the run of the place- I would guess if there's anything special you'd like, feel free to search for it. I get the feeling I'm going to be carrying most of this stuff, so try to go easy... mostly because what I can't carry, you're going to have to. He shrugged out of his pack and bow, and set them besides the pile. The pack hit the ground with a mostly-empty 'thwap', and fromk the sound of it, there was barely anything in there. Okay... I'm going to go off and see what I can dig up in my size as far as a new suit of armor. I suggest you find something that'll protect you better than flimsy cloth robes- maybe some leather with a nice cloak or cape that you can wrap around yourself, if I may suggest it? I've seen it many a time on the roads, and if you just look like that, you'll blend in. It'll also give me a treat to look at, but it beats the 'metal underclothes' look all to anything, too. Though if you're will- kidding, kidding! Not that you couldn't pull it off, I'd like to be able to breathe after we leave. There's not much for changing, so... I promise not to look. let me know when you find something and have your new outfit on- we'll get you some nice sharp and pointy things that you can use. It's always good to have options... and a sharp knife is always useful. With that, he left her alone, walking off towards a part of the supplier's that he thought he had seen some 'gently used' armor.