Under the Influence
Sept 22, 2009 9:48:38 GMT
Post by Zechariah Artuna on Sept 22, 2009 9:48:38 GMT
(OOC: This thread is set after my current Dragon Orb quest, Remnants of the Past, and is set assuming I did indeed find the intended Dragon Orb. If it turns out that I don’t, I will edit this thread accordingly.)
It was a seedy establishment, as seedy as they got, but that’s exactly how Zack liked them. Places like this were where people went when they didn’t want to be found or they wanted to disappear for a little while, a place where people ended up when they were too down and out to be able to afford to go anywhere else, or when they weren’t the type of ‘sort’ to be allowed inside of the better establishments. Zack didn’t fit any of these bills though, Zack was there for one reason and one reason alone, to get information; it was just a bonus that he could have a stiff drink at the same time.
The Weary Traveller was the name of the pub, and on the whole it was well named considering by the looks of everyone within. However, for once Zack did not feel like a weary traveller but rather a relentless force. He was as determined as he had ever been, that had never changed, but since joining forces with Alykoth and Ra’Keth things had been going right for him, as if their new direction was the right path he had been searching for; perhaps it was all in his head, but as long as it continued to work for him he didn’t care.
At a small, circular table towards the back of the room Zack simply sat there in silence, drink in hand, slowly sipping at it as he watched and listened to the surprising bustle within the room. The room was dingy, the tables and bar scared with lines of wear and tear, stained by spilt alcohol that was likely older than even Zack was. The air tasted of stale sweat, strong alcohol and smoke, the majority of the latter coming from Zack, the lower part of his face illuminated only by the ember within his cigarette. It wouldn’t be hard for a person to loose track of their senses in a place like this. Listening to the rambling noise one would have found it difficult to distinguish anything other than the occasional word or two, but Zack heard all.
So far he had heard nothing but the drunken gibberish of fools, but he knew the best places to find rare and important information were from the loose mouths of the drunken populace. The chances that someone, who knew something of the Dragon Orbs, drinking in this pub was slim, yet Zack had a feeling that he could not deny; he would get that information at all costs. No matter what it takes.
It was a seedy establishment, as seedy as they got, but that’s exactly how Zack liked them. Places like this were where people went when they didn’t want to be found or they wanted to disappear for a little while, a place where people ended up when they were too down and out to be able to afford to go anywhere else, or when they weren’t the type of ‘sort’ to be allowed inside of the better establishments. Zack didn’t fit any of these bills though, Zack was there for one reason and one reason alone, to get information; it was just a bonus that he could have a stiff drink at the same time.
The Weary Traveller was the name of the pub, and on the whole it was well named considering by the looks of everyone within. However, for once Zack did not feel like a weary traveller but rather a relentless force. He was as determined as he had ever been, that had never changed, but since joining forces with Alykoth and Ra’Keth things had been going right for him, as if their new direction was the right path he had been searching for; perhaps it was all in his head, but as long as it continued to work for him he didn’t care.
At a small, circular table towards the back of the room Zack simply sat there in silence, drink in hand, slowly sipping at it as he watched and listened to the surprising bustle within the room. The room was dingy, the tables and bar scared with lines of wear and tear, stained by spilt alcohol that was likely older than even Zack was. The air tasted of stale sweat, strong alcohol and smoke, the majority of the latter coming from Zack, the lower part of his face illuminated only by the ember within his cigarette. It wouldn’t be hard for a person to loose track of their senses in a place like this. Listening to the rambling noise one would have found it difficult to distinguish anything other than the occasional word or two, but Zack heard all.
So far he had heard nothing but the drunken gibberish of fools, but he knew the best places to find rare and important information were from the loose mouths of the drunken populace. The chances that someone, who knew something of the Dragon Orbs, drinking in this pub was slim, yet Zack had a feeling that he could not deny; he would get that information at all costs. No matter what it takes.