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located in The Spicy Jackal, a part of The Valleys of War, one of the many universes on RPG.

The Spicy Jackal

One of the finest Taverns in all of Ebozon! Grab a bit to eat, a swig of beer, and pass out in a cosy candle lit room lined with wooden floor boards.

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Character Portrait: Lich Character Portrait: Dranten Character Portrait: Skelly, the wandering skeleton Character Portrait: Kerpheres Character Portrait: Gaveth Character Portrait: Bellemere Character Portrait: Hilda Vaulke
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Arguing with his brother was one thing, but Kerph was also really aware of other things happening around him. And the strange behaviour of the notherner, with the suggestions that the team should leave the two brothers behind, was just too much of an annoyance. He turned to the woman with a very serious look on his face, totally different from his usual smile. "Excuse me, lady, but neither me, my brother nor Gaveth have actually asked you for assistance. You also aren't in charge here, no matter how high rank you were in that tiny village of yours. Where we come from, people know that you can be as funny as you want when out of danger, but the real skill that is required in combat CAN only be shown in combat. And you never saw any of us fighting, yet you still seem to doubt in my skills or those of my brother. Any idiot can tell you're merely a spellsword in training by analysing your aura, and you still judge someone who has devoted his entire life to only ONE path. Also, I'd ask for the refund on the runes on the hilt of your sword, if I were you. They look like a 3-years-old wrote them, while still being half asleep."
Dranten, to support his brother's words, stood right next to him, looking down on the woman from his enormous height, his eyes cold. And as his brother said, the girl had to be a spellsword, her Chi divided, not comparable to any real swordsman nor mage he ever met. Using both swordplay and magic might have advantages, but to master those both disciplines would take way more time than the girl had trained for now. He then turned to Gaveth. "You suggested doing a job in the first place, so I guess you should be the leader, especially as the oldest of us all, the most experienced. It's up to you to decide how the team will be build."

Hearing all Gaveth covered his eyes briefly, and sighed. Wondering how is he supposed to deal with these recruits... then he realized he's still thinking in wrong terms, and chuckled at his own thoughts. - Quickly he stopped though, and with stern look said:

"Enough... - he started, as he stared at the brothers, but slowly focused on one of them, the mage -... bitching around."
Then his glance slowly went over cold companions, and the duo - rogue, and warrior.
"We've got a job, so let's get going, unless someone wants to whine more."
Well, first they will need to get to the guy that requires their services, the guardsman, was it?
Words from note flashed through his eyes, demon being helpful as always by digging through his memories. - He still didn't say thank you.

The mage smiled again at the part where he was mentioned and nodded his head, when the old soldier spoke of getting the job done. He already started liking Gaveth, like he actually liked every officer or veteran that wasn't treating his companions like shit, but was going straight to business.
Kerph also noticed Gaveth didn't mention one of the people that were actually ready to join them. He slightly poked the old soldier, then pointed at the poor masked guy who has been dragged away. "He probably wants to go with us."

"Oh, right, I forgot. - Gaveth reached for yet another weirdo, and pat the sitting guy on the shoulder - Feel free to tag along."

In the meantime Feiska observed it all with slight mildly annoyed, partially at how long it takes for them to move, and partially for having nothing interesting to do in this tavern. Besides watching stupidity, which is fun, but not for long. So she stood with crossed arms, while her guardian, the armored man poked her arm lightly.

"What?" She asked him telepathically.
"Maybe they will warm you up." Old warrior had the audacity to say that, better, it's been a while since he said anything, even when it comes to telepathic communication.
"Shut up." She said, slightly blushing under the mask, due to understanding it in two ways.
Luckily for her, she at least still could feel some things. But not the taste of food... sadly, terribly in her opinion.

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