Snippet #1368201

Lex'Car couldn't help but giggle in glee as the rather frustrated and oh-so-worrisome barkeep burst from his little hiding hole, shouting out directions. Bingo. He had been right all along. He had barely registered the old man's question, and it took him a few moment to answer. Turning his eyes back to his conversation party, he threw up a crooked grin. "Could be, could be. Either way, I just wanted to make sure thats exactly what was going on here. I'm looking forward to trying to join the fight." He raised his glass and added his cheer to the throng of clamor and joy behind him before dissolving back into his little fit of giggles.

What should he do? He could easily prove himself eager to fight along side the rebellion, find out who they intended to place on the throne instead of the current king, and take power for himself. Combat, betrayal, it promised to be fun. Or he could rat them out to the Royalty and not only earn a substantial reward, but favor among the higher ups of the land. He could use the influence and still achieve his goals through political means. He'd make up his mind later though. So many choices, each one a path to even more power. The Venenum blood in him demanded that he grow stronger, that he express his dominance over the other races. This was exactly what he was looking for. However...

There was the matter of his race. They were not widely trusted, given enough credit that knowing or associating with his people would earn a dagger to the front if you kept too close an eye on your back. They were rarely ever loyal and it was meant to be that way. Growing up in his culture, everyone but the royal family was a long line of orphans, for their kind abandoned their young at birth, leaving them with only their birth name, only without a surname. They were either taken in by a noble or wealthier family and given a home, pressed into military service, or cared for until they could work. It was not a child friendly land. A lad of the human equivalent of nine was expected to be able to work, handle at least two types of weapons, and be self educated enough to work for any merchant. Lex'Car had had the best and the worst kind of childhood that any Venenum could have...

Shaking his head, he snapped out of his daze and saw that people were still moving around and he finally turned back to the old man once more. "Why do you ask sir? You seem a bit...fragile to be engaging in a young man's war."