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[Arakad]

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Quietly the rain fell upon the outskirts of the town of minoc as the man made his approach: What is it that brought him to this point? This town at the edge of the world.

The first appearance of the day; Brianha Frasier. The death palid young lady that once frequented the waterfalls of his house with such life and laughter... now cold, chilled aura and seeking escape. The tale of her capture...her forced torment...and now her attempts to escape the clutches gave the man the idea of bringing her to the shrines, her magery and her talents will prove useful, and perhaps along the way one of the shrines will prove a link to returning the life stolen.

It was her agreement to accompany him that drove him to the point of finally taking upon the task of the quest proposed:

Now Arakad, straddled across the armored horse, looking over the cobble stone paths that laid before him, urged the steed forward down the northern road, past the shops and merchants towards the tavern at the far side of town, The Barnacle. This will be the start of his quest. This will be where it will begin, again.

Quietly, he opened the double doors to the tavern steping into the large room taking note of the minstrels, hosts and drunkards alike. Bringing a gloved hand to the dragon's head helm he slid the large helmet from its rest and placed it beneath a folded arm, the other hand resting upon the metalic black mask he chose to wear over his face.

"I need to speak to the tavern keeper, and I will need directions to the shipwright" he spoke just loud enough over the rustle of the drunk conversations as several gave nods in the diretion of those he asked for.

Walking quietly, attempting to avoid any direct contact with the rushing waiters and waitresses that move quickly from table to table giving casual flirting looks to the patrons in hopes for more tips...or extra, Arakad came upon a man dressed in a half apron and bright red cloths, his hair cut to resemble a page boy but his beard ragged and graying. The man obviously having drunk one to many bottles of ale, as three empty tiped over bottles rested on the table before him.

Reaching over the table towards its center rested an unlit candelbra, Arakad gave a few words sending a small fireball out lighting each of the candle wicks in its passing before fizzling out into smoke. "You would be the tavernkeeper Errol...correct?" he spoke calmly through the mask that concealed his face.

The elderly man slowly raised his head, his features rather young looking... a true merchant having never had to raise a sword take on a fight "Tha`s right lad, whatchu-want?" bringing a hand Errol rubed a hard substance from his eyes, coal from sleep...recess of tears...or splinters of wood from the table he rested upon it was hard to tell "Cant-cha see ye be disturbin` m'sleep`ere?"

Reaching to his belt pouch, Arakad slowly undon a small leather bag and laid it upon the table, the clink of coins hitting more coins echoing in the corner, the sparks from the candelbra giving the small gold coins an almost haunting glow. "two thousand for three nights stay in the cabin by the stable. no disturbances and a meal each morn." The dark paladin's glare stern and steady as he watched the old tavernkeeper; the drunkards around them giving no mind to the conversation, or no noticable interest. The closest to them reached out grabing a maid by the waist and offering whispered surprises to her before she dumped a tankard of bluish liquor down the croch of his hide pants. Arakad couldn't help but give a soft chuckle.

Reaching to take the gold with long slender fingers, Errol rolled a coin in his hand feeling its texture "Ye can have it fer two nights, two meals, and I wonnah bitter ye ears wit` questions. Take er`or leave`er." Not bothering for an answer, the old man gathered up the pouch in his hands sliping it beneath the cut of his shirt.

"Fair enough old man, I'll be waiting at the cabin, when a lovely young woman enters here... and trust me compared to his rag tag bunch you'll recognize her... tell her where we are staying." Not bothering to wait for reply, Arakad came to a stand... placing his hand over each candle of the bra in turn, as it passes over the lit candles the flames go cold and extinguish leaving an almost clear trail of smoke in passing. He looked back to the old tavern keeper with an almost sinister smirk "And lets not have any problems shall we? we do good business you get more to come."

Turning the dark paladin made his exit, the fur boots giving a deep splash as they steped back into the down poor outside, he placed the dragoon helm back over his head and made his course around the building to the cabin in question.