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Esclava H. Maegstire

"...Rules are not meant to be broken. However, if you wish for it to be so, I will obey."

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a character in “Abandoned in Amtophia Rebooted”, as played by Alle9009

Description

Esclava Hernando Maegstire




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Name: Esclava

Nickname: Esk

Theme Music: nil

Age: 21 years old

Gender: male

Orientation: aromantic

Race: 1/2 elf, 1/2 human

Class: Monk

Sub-Class or Skills: Green Mage, Fighter, Dance Battler

Alignment: lawful neutral

Level:
10

Experience points:
0/1000

Hp:
150/150 +15

Mp:
100/100 +10





Height: 176cm

Weight: 64kg

Appearance:
Tall and wiry, Esk looks completely human at first glance, with bright red spiky hair and dark blue eyes. However, a closer examination will tell that he has elf blood in his veins. Namely by the slightly pointed ears, among other things. He has a vague frown on his face at all times and has a neutrally serious aura. He has multiple scars all over his body, which are faded and sometimes hard to see due to age. He has a more visible, ugly reddish-pink scar which runs across his body, like someone had slashed at him diagonally from the right. He doesn't look buff, but he's sinewy and stronger than he looks. He normally hides his mouth behind his high collar when not speaking, and sometimes even when he's speaking.

He wears a white shirt and brown pants. Over the shirt, he wears a sleeveless green coat which has a high collar hoodie made out of leather, which have darker green shoulder guards which are also made out of leather, which reaches mid thigh. He wears dark brown boots with knee guards, and he wears brown leather gauntlets, with the sleeves of the shirt tucked into them. He also has a short, sash-like belt around his waist, which keeps the coat in place. It's a part of the coat.

Oddities:
He doesn't really have a sense of humour.
Taking his watch without his permission is a sure way to get on his bad side.
He likes to hide part of his face in his shirt's oversized collar. If he doesn't have the collar, a scarf is the next best thing.

Abilities:
Self Haste - increases speed and jump of Esk.
Weight reduction - anything Esk carries or wears (armor, packs, weapons etc.) gets reduced in weight a bit.
Visibility Kuroko - opponents find it hard to concentrate on Esk, causing him to have a better chance at avoiding them and their attacks.

Arts: (if used)
Gust - a large wind blows his enemies away, causing them minor damage as well. Affects up to 5 enemies. -10mp
Haste - temporarily increases party members jump and speed, and permanently increases self maximum move speed. -5mp
Daze Palm - Esk hits the enemy with his palm, causing them to get stun for one turn and damage. -10mp
Wings of Air - Esk gains the temporary ability to fly, increasing his speed, flexibility and mobility. -15mp
Fists of Flurry - Esk hits the opponent 3-5 times in one turn, causing massive damage. -20mp

Weaknesses:
He can't wear anything heavier than leather or chain mail.
Although he has some proficiency with weapons, he fights near ranged, putting him at a disadvantage with far ranged attackers.
Weak against mind control spells, since he's so subservient.

Personal Items and Weapons:
a brown backpack filled with basic necessities for traveling.
A brown pouch filled with some food, odds and ends, and a dagger. It's attached to his belt.
Two leather gauntlets which protect his hands and forearms. They're his main weapons.
A small pocket watch made out of brass with a starry design. It is connected to a long piece of string, which allows it to be worn around the neck. It is normally kept in a pocket, though. Esk has no idea when or where he got it, but it reminds him of his friend.





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Personality:
Esk has a calm and serious demeanor, and is very hardworking. He has no social skills, being naive and inept when it comes to people. He won't fight you unless you engage him in battle first, and it is almost impossible to provoke him, which is why the rare times he loses his temper is terrifying. He's pretty pragmatic, and prefers to do things by the book. He has the ability to keep a blank face in almost any situation and is pretty asocial, but he likes being around people. The kind of guy who can keep his cool in the battle field but freaks out when he has to socialize. He is unnervingly subservient, with a very strong moral code, but that comes second to orders and rules.
Philosophy:
A) take care of master, and obey him.
B) take care of friends, and the people you care about.
C) be useful, and do what is right. For example, if friend steals something when she can pay for it, wait till danger is over, ask her reason for stealing, and if bad (for fun, cause mass destruction, etc) get them to put it back or pay for it or something. Keep them from doing something they might regret.


Bio:
player: Esk was created by a insecure player who was new to gaming. This was his first time gaming, and he was a loner online, so he didn't make any real friends or permanent party members and kind of sucked. He just chose to travel around and play by himself, occasionally joining others, but never sticking with them. Finally gave up using Esk's character and went on to a new video game after the shutdown, having gained more experience in gaming.

Character bio: basically, Esk remembers he had a Master, a friend called Robin who was an alchemist, and Aunt Emily and Uncle Harry. He also has some memories about battling, hanging out with his friend, his master, etc. however, it's still spotty. He's basically trying to find his aunt so that she'd tell him what to do. Oh, and he has an abusive childhood (and adult hood) and that he has basically been brainwashed to have a servant's mentality ever since he was young, something his aunt, uncle and Master took advantage of and encouraged with great enthusiasm. He was often sent to battle as a result, which was why he ended up liking fights. Robin was horrified, though, and tried to get him out of that mindset with limited success. When he was 19, his Master and Robin died in a bandit attack, was left for dead and then spent the next 3 years wandering around the country in grief and sorrow while doing odd jobs. Kinda felt look the world was ending for him. Then he remembered at age 21 that his aunt and uncle; who had sold him to his Master at age 14 and disappeared off the map, and is now trying to find them.





Likes:
  • orders
  • his watch
  • training and fights
  • dancing
  • alchemy

Dislikes:
  • being restrained (tied up, chained, etc.)
  • disobeying orders
  • bandits
  • being weak
  • masks

Fears:
Being useless.
People wearing white masks.
Flashbacks of his traumatic past.





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Other:
he doesn't really realize that he was a slave and that he has slave mentality. Hopefully, he'll grow out of this.
Esk normally fights with his body, but has some proficiency at fighting with a weapon thanks to fighter subclass.
If you take his watch without permission, he gets angry. If you're a friend, he'll let you off with a warning unless he lets you take it, in which case you're safe.





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So begins...

Esclava H. Maegstire's Story

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The young man remained didn't open his eyes, instead laying still with his head in his arms on a table. There were some loud noises coming from around him, but he was too busy thinking to focus on them. His mind moved in a whirl, and the young man furrowed his brows, trying to calm himself down and get his mind in order. The most prevalent questions were where he was, who he was and why his head was on the table. There were many other questions, too, like why he couldn't remember anything, but -

Oh, right. His name was Esclava Hernando Maegstire, though he pretended the middle name didn't exist and normally responded to Esk. He was in the Minstrel's Mug, he had came here to eat but had fallen asleep before he did, he was 21... Although Esk still couldn't remember the majority about his past, he could recall a few bits, like the fact that he normally fought without weapons and his identity. And that he had a master, a friend, a aunt, and an uncle. As soon as he thought of them, Esk felt the urgent need to find them, which caused him to open his eyes and sit up in search of them, looking around.

Esk looked around in surprise, seeing many people on the ground. There was a dwarf, trying to write something, and... Another dwarf? He had a cart full of wares and was trying to talk to the first one. Which reminded him, he needed to buy some needles. Maybe the dwarf would sell Esk one; he looked like a merchant. As for the men currently collapsed on the floor, maybe a brawl had happened or they had all passed out drunk... Ah well. It was probably allowed, if the innkeeper hadn't thrown them out yet. At that moment, someone placed a plate of food in front of him, and Esk looked up, surprised and grateful. He paid the waiter, and began to eat, glancing curiously at the two as he did so.

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Sitting down, Tharin pulled out a notebook along with the book on herbs and medicines. Opening to his most recent formula, he eyed the different ingredients over, a complex affair that required time, patience, and no small amount of skill to create. Acquiring stocks of barley, rye, and sorghum were fairly easy as long as the harvests were good and some other merchant hadn't decided to procure all the available produce in a given area. He hated those types of people. An elderberry mash also appeared fairly frequently in most places. Combining that with devil's claw gave a fairly healthy medicinal effect, counteracting the alcohol's adverse symptoms on the body without doing anything to clear the mind; the taste was also stupendous, if he said so himself

What he was interested in, however, was the rarer plants, ones that normally wouldn't be considered drinkable due to their poisonous effects. Pure alcohol did not drive him into a wonderful stupor; his body seemed to have a natural resistance to the substance, though that did not mean he didn't enjoy drinking it. So he sought out more- questionable- herbs to mix into his drink. One item that had stayed constant was the use of wolfsbane. Inducing a tingling sensation and nervous excitement, the plant afforded him the rush associated with being drunk, albeit a short-lived sensation. Over time, he had used other plants such as belladonna, hemlock, daffodil bulbs (yes, daffodils), black nightshade, and wormwood. Of those, only wormwood and black nightshade were still used in his drinks. The others were simply to detracting from the taste or repeated effects of the other plants.

Attempting to look through the recently procured book, he found himself distracted even as he found new plants that seemed promising to use. A nagging sensation pulled at him, diverting him from his work. Putting the quill and parchment down momentarily, he thought through things in reverse order: he had just woken up, before that was the brawl, him coming to the village for business, him receiving his first customer on the black market- Tharin stopped, stupefied. He was missing entire years of his life. Struggling, he slowly recalled his age, 117 years old. Encountering a similar situation, he deduced that his first deal had been made at 52 years old. He was missing 65 years of his life.

Tharin usually did not feel fear or even discomfort but he certainly felt both now. Snatches of that era came back to him as he attempted to recall vast pieces of his life but was for the most part unsuccessful. Images of him subduing an opponent in a ring match, fighting his way out of a deal gone wrong, arranging the first beast fight, came back to him briefly, affording a few seconds into a lost side of life. He remembered that he was a black-market merchant and pit-fighter, some of his aspirations, but so much was missing from his life, almost as if something had wiped it...

Looking up as Zeebral strode over to him and asked his question, he examined the halfling. Slightly shorter than him, Zeebral was quite thin and unarmored, causing Tharin to look a giant in comparison. Closing his notebook and the treatise, he sat backa nd placed his hands behind his head. "Aye, you may. Depends what ye want."

The setting changes from The Minstrel's Mug to World of Amtophia

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"Ah very good to hear my good man!", the halfling replied, seeming pleased with his answer before carrying on; "You see my good man, I am but a humble merchant who it seems has always been immensely protective of my wares to the good of the public, and have somehow managed to drag my cart indoors. I was wondering, since you are obviously a powerful and strong individual having managed to win a brawl against all these individuals, that you could assist me in moving out this cart?"
He stared at the dwarf hopefully, having indicated to his large cart of possessions before adding on as an after though; "Oh, and I do not mind paying for the services of others."
He was confident that this man was indeed vaguely kind-hearted and charitable, having seen him had silver coins to apparent thieves of all people, for an apology of a brawl they no doubt started. He was surely happy to help a poor merchant with a ridiculous conundrum, wasn't he? As he looked closer at the table it seemed he was not concocting potions, but drinks, which he was unsure if the inn's staff would have anything to say about it, but personally did not care. He eye's shifted to the dwarf now, seeing how jagged and spiked his armor was, having definitely seen some use over the years from the old darkened blood stains adorning it like war paint.

As the merchant waited for the dwarf's response, he noticed at the edge of his eye of one of the patrons, wearing a sleeveless green coat who was chowing down on a meal, taking occasional glances at him and the armored fellow he was talking to with his blue eyes, making Zeebarl curious in turn, but mostly if the man had overheard he was a merchant. It never occurred to him the man could simply have never seen a dwarf or a halfling in person. He strolled up to him calmly and simply asked the man; "Excuse me sir, is there something you need? You seem to glancing at us an awful lot.", before realizing if this was a pub hooligan, he had just set himself up to be the next bullying victim. Nonetheless he awaited the the spiky, red-haired human's answer also.

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Esclava

Esk looked at the dwarf, finishing the mouthful of food he had eaten before talking. It was bad manners to talk with your mouth full; he knew that much. Esk could remember that his aunt and uncle had taught him, but he couldn't remember how or why, let alone their faces and names. They had also taught Esk that it was against the rules to stare, which he had apparently been doing. Ah. Well, they weren't here, so they wouldn't be able to punish Esk for his transgression...

Keeping his face neutral, Esk replied to the dwarf "Yes. You're a merchant, right? Do you sell needles? If so, I'll buy some." He had more than enough money to buy needles. Which reminded him, he also needed to buy some thread, in case he needed to do some sewing. Esk had checked his pack and apart from a few oddities and a long piece of string, he had a few empty flasks, some rope, a bedroll, a spare change of clothes and a towel. In Esk's pouch, he had a dagger, a flint and steel, a fishhook and a brass watch with a starry design. And a small drawstring pouch which contained some money. But no thread and needles, which were necessary so that he wouldn't have to buy new clothes unless what he was wearing was not salvageable.

Realizing that the dwarf might need some help with moving the cart (which was probably why he had approached the other dwarf in the first place), Esk finished his meal and stood up, slinging his pack on his shoulders. He could pay for his rudeness by helping to move the cart as well. "Do you need help with the cart? If so, I'll help you out." He asked politely, quiet as ever.

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Nodding slowly, Tharin finally noticed the cart sitting inside the tap room. Jerking backwards, he fell over in surprise, spluttering as he stood up. Wiping non-existant grime from his armor, he eyed both Zeebral and the cart strangely. "Now how the hell did ye manage to get that in here?" he asked, genuinely confused. Laughter burst out of him. The scene was absurdly hilarious: a cart stood in the middle of a room, loaded with goods and seemingly there impossibly while sprawled across the floor were about a dozen people, bleeding and with silver stuffed into their pockets.

"I'll help ye get it out o' here, no payment required. The laughter was payment enough," he said as Zeebral offered payment. Not that he needed money anyway. Reflecting over that thought for a moment, he realized that it was a new memory. Faint glimpses of a gilt coffer filled with gold flitted into his mind, seemingly out of nowhere. Yes, he remembered a bit now. Fitting, considering he was apparently a black-market merchant and fight organizer. They usually made quite a bit of cash.

Stashing the two books in his pack, Tharin collected the few ingredients he had with him to experiment. It didn't seem like he had had time to add anything new. Eyeing a piece of ginger randomly sticking from his pack, he grabbed the plant, crushed it, and threw it into the concoction. Taking up the small mug, he downed the contents and immediately spat them out. Wiping his lips, he took out a flask from his pack and drowned away the taste with his supply of alcohol. Never trying that again, he thought.

Standing up, he sidled over to the cart and leaned against it, waiting for Zeebral to give a command.

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October 21, 2014--4:24 PM


The female orc walked straight up to Altara and Lyra, with a rather menacing expression, and lowered her huge sword to her side. Then she suddenly cleared her throat, and began talking...with stutters. "I am U-Uona gel-Gahal. I see you are an adventurer, and request a, uh... a... thing." Just as she finished saying this, she faltered and looked around, as though she were trying to remind herself of what she was supposed to say.

To be honest, Altara found this quite funny, but she stifled a laugh, and instead turned back to the wizard. "Sorry, looks like I might not be available to help you out." Just as she finished saying this, she turned back to Uona, putting on a welcoming smile despite how awkward things were. "I'm listening. What do you want me to do?" She didn't notice that Lyra's gaze was elsewhere...

Just at that moment, she heard another male voice speaking to her, asking about something. Gods, how many people do I need to talk with at once?! But Altara didn't even have the chance to turn to see who was talking before without warning, the elf girl slumped against her rain-soaked armored shoulder.

"Wha-Lyra?!" The red-haired lady quickly caught her companion before she could fall into the mud. "Is something wrong?"

Groaning, Lyra put a hand to her head under her blonde hair. "U-ugh...s-sorry, Altara...I-I feel...um...kind of w-weak..."

Oh, no. Just how long has she been standing under the rain? Picking the elf girl up under the knees and back, bridal style, she turned first to the wizard, and then to Uona. The smile was no longer on her face, now replaced by an expression of urgency. "Um...I'm sorry. I need to get her inside and dried off quickly. If it doesn't bother you, could you two maybe speak to me later about your matters? Thank you."

Just as she finished that, she quickly pushed the door open and entered the Minstrel's Mug, dashing past several people trying to move a huge cart. The thoughts about how such a huge cart managed to fit through the door failed to register in her mind as she hurried to the front desk. "Excuse me! Are there any rooms available?" she asked the clerk--who seemed to be a very tall boy with blonde hair.

Looking bewildered and a bit nervous, the boy looked around quickly for things on the desk--records, keys, something--before he remembered. "Oh. Uh...do you, er, want a private room?" he asked, clearly not comfortable in this job. "It's, uh, 3 gold for one night..."

"Yes, a private room will be fine. Only me and this elf girl will be staying there," Altara answered, letting go of Lyra with one arm and fishing around in her pocket. Finally, her hand found the three gold coins she needed, and she slid them across the table to the clerk, who fumbled around a little before giving her a key in exchange. "Thanks," the red-haired lady told him hurriedly before rushing past him and finding the room written on the key.

As she unlocked the door, Lyra finally managed to find her voice again. "Uh...y-you...sort of, um, o-overreacted to that," she commented quietly, as Altara locked the door behind them and laid her down on the straw mat in the center of the room.

"Don't call that overreacting," Altara insisted, finally returning to a normal pace as she stood up again and started to remove her armor. "We couldn't have you lying face-down in the mud while feeling like that, could we? Plus..." She suddenly let out a loud sneeze, and shivered a little. "...I think I need to dry off a bit, too..."

The elf girl couldn't help but giggle as Altara rubbed her nose, looking a little embarrassed. "Yes...we probably should get out of these wet clothes, shouldn't we?"

"Yeah. Hopefully mine will be a lot dryer when I go see Uona and that wizard again," Altara agreed, pulling her dress over her head. She hung her dress from the long pole at the far end of the room, then turned around to take Lyra's dress...and suddenly realized the elf girl was laying on the only bed in this room.

Oh...now THIS is going to be even more awkward.

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"Ah I see! Well no problem at all sir, have some needles I shall sell you some as soon as my cart is outdoors my fried!" Zeebarl replied with a grin to the stranger clad in green, who had began rummaging around with his own supplies. The merchant then turned to see the dwarfs surprise a she quizzically asked how he had managed to get the cart indoors, to which Zeebarl could only shrug in reply, having no memory of it other than struggling at the doorway for hours. Though he didn't expect the dwarf to be so surprised, it was almost as if he had never seen a cart inside a inn that was much larger than the entrance before. The dwarf the suddenly burst out laughing, leaving Zeebarl puzzled this time, the humor apparently lost on him entirely.

The dwarfs laughter was so loud, he almost didn't catch the polite human's offer to help, which Zeebarl snatched at almost immediately, quickly replying; "Why yes thank you, your help would be greatly appreciated! It shall certainly be a hassle to move out of here!", rubbing his hand sin satisfaction as he turned to the dwarf telling him no payment was needed, his growing even wider.
"Ah I see, much obliged good sir, well, when your both ready!", he happily told the two, as the dwarf packed his things. Nothing made a merchant smile more than free labor. Well for Zeebarl anyway. Pretty much only on someones free will as well, due to his dislike of slavery. How could you put a price on something that's not truly there? After-all, these people were just empty husks that happened to be carrying things Zeebarl liked to buy and sell to gain. It confused the halfling vendor immensely, the whole business seemed illogical to him.

As he rubbed his chin in thought, he quickly had to take a few steps back to avoid the spat out drink by the helping dwarf, but before he could chide the fellow, he had already began ready to move the cart, to which Zeebarl took a deep breath ready to issue him orders as well as the spiky haired man. He had to take another dodge first however, as a red haired knight burst through the door carrying a elf woman in her arms, asking hastily for a private room and quickly paying the fare before rushing off upstairs. Honestly, young ones these days. They had no tact or restraint.
That wasn't what was important to Zeebarl however, his cart was.
"Right then you two, on the count of three lift. Ready? Of course you both are. Oh and it goes without saying, but just in case, don't be feeling inclined to be light-fingered around my stock, please. Anyways without further ado. One, Two, Three!", he quickly babbled, seeming greatly unfazed by the sudden entrance of the hasty pair earlier.

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Esk nodded and stood up, carrying his pack with him. He walked to the cart, but stood back to let the redheaded girl who had burst into the inn carrying a Elven girl in her arms pass through without hindrance. For a moment, Esk stared at them, bemused. He wondered why they were behaving like that before realizing that the elf had probably fainted, which was why the redheaded knight had passed through the inn in such a hurry. Then he walked towards the cart, taking hold of it as well, opposite the dwarf.

Esk adjusted his grip, taking a more firmer grip on the cart. He didn't speak to the dwarf opposite him, instead wondering about how the cart had fitted in here. He didn't really remember seeing it till just now, so how had it suddenly appeared here? And how did the dwarf merchant managed to get it in here? Esk's musings were interrupted by the dwarf merchants words, and he gave a small, quick nod in response, his hands tightening on the cart. Stealing was bad, and therefore should not be carried out. He knew that.

At the count of three, Esk lifted the cart in time with the other dwarf with surprising ease. It was heavy, but Esk was strong and he could carry it out of the door to wherever the dwarf wanted them to put it. He probably wouldn't be able to bench press it without getting a back injury, though. Esk began to move in time with the other dwarf, ready to follow the dwarf merchant's instructions on where to place the cart.

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As Tharin leaned against the cart, he examined the various people rushing through the room of the inn. A red-headed woman clad in armor rushed in, carrying an elf lass in her arms. She quickly arranged a room before rushing off upstairs. Upon hearing the price of a stupid room at this stupid inn he almost suffered from apoplexy. Three gold pieces for a private room in a small village in the middle of nowhere?! He grumbled quietly about the thievery of the building while thinking what the cause of the commotion was. Either that elf girl fainted, which seemed very possible considering her condition, or...he shook his head, discarding the thought from his mind. Wasn't decent at any rate.

Following came a wizard of some sorts, judging by his attire. Glancing out the door, he saw a large stone post set in the ground. That definitely was not there when I came in, he thought, puzzled. Realization came as he saw the stone move. So it must be a stone golem, most likely belonging to that wizard that had recently gone upstairs on his own. He listened as it thumped its way around the building, coming to rest somewhere around the rear of the inn. Shrugging, Tharin saw both the armored lady and the wizard return downstairs and speak briefly before returning upstairs. Most likely some form of business. Might have been related to the pound he heard earlier from the wall. The golem must have done something.

As Zeebral gave the command, Tharin began pushing with his legs, using his arms simply as a means to concentrate the force and stabilize the vehicle. Lifting the cart up, he began walking towards the doorway in tandem with the man next to him. Eying the opening, he grinned. If the door wouldn't admit the cart then the door was about to be a bit wider. Maybe that golem could make the front of the building more accommodating to a cart.

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Character Portrait: Tharin Karzaduk Character Portrait: Zeebarl "Weasel Eyes" Jorlinstone Character Portrait: Altara Koloyros Character Portrait: Richard the Pawn of Dinius Character Portrait: Esclava H. Maegstire Character Portrait: Validus
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As the his two 'assistants' lifted the cart, Zeebarl quickly grabbed the tarp that sat on top, quickly pulling it over the carts contents and strapping it down, giving the ropes a tug to check their tightness before giving a satisfied nod.
"There we are, that'll sort out my wares from tumbling out.", the merchant commented while he added in his thoughts; As well as any wandering fingers too hopefully , as although his memories were blurry, his distrust of strangers was unchanged.

As he stepped away from the cart, he saw a young wizard speed past him to inquire for a room, no doubt his nervousness was of the rough looking and injured patrons of the inn, which would be understandable for anyone wishing to avoid strife. Zeebarl payed no mind to the young man, as he turned to face the cart before he suddenly stumbled as the ground he stood on suddenly shook, staring around in bafflement at the event. He shrugged to himself, having no clue that he managed to completely miss a 1000 kilogram and 13 feet tall stone golem having wandered over to the side of the inn. If Zeebarl knew of his lack of perception in this moment he'd of been horrified. Of his own behavior that is. For now though, he merely stared at the armored dwarf quizzically as he seemed to have been staring at something behind him, which Zeebarl decided against checking when the dwarf merely shrugged himself. He was about to finally add on more orders until the red haired knight suddenly wandered down to have a look around, before bumping into the young wizard from earlier as he returned downstairs, the pair of them seeming to have met before, and chatted about some employment of sorts. Most likely for the knight to be a bodyguard or the wizard for magical expertise. Either way, Zeebarl didn't give a toss.

His attention was now thankfully back to the cart, as well as the human and dwarf holding it, who kindly waited for his instruction.
"Right then you two, from what I can see of this narrow door way, the only way to attempt to push it through, is via diagonally, to one shall need to tilt it up while the other stands steadfast on the lower side, and keep a firm grip as you move it through, we wouldn't want it wedged in now. Oh and frankly it doesn't matter which way you tilt it. Thank you both again for assisting old Zeebarl Weasel Eyes.", he babbled without pausing for breath, backing away towards the door slowly as he indicated at the pair to follow, adding as an afterthought; "Oh, and I shall be pulling the cart from the outside as well."

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Esk nodded seriously at the merchant's words. Putting a tarp on top so that the contents of the cart wouldn't drop out was practical and effective, and he filed this bit of information away for future reference. Esk ignored the wizard who had sped in asking for a room (was the amount for a room really that high nowadays? Ah well), instead focusing on moving in time with the dwarf and on stabilising the cart so that it wouldn't fall over. Since Esk was doing this as an apology, he didn't want to be the one who caused the merchant's cart to fall over. And Esk also wanted to get his needles and thread, which he probably wouldn't be able to until he moved the cart outside.

As they were moving towards the door, a blonde haired man wearing a bandana - a kid, really - sped through it, narrowly avoiding bumping into them. The kid stared at them with curiosity for a moment, before cheerfully uttering an apology and speeding off to somewhere with a grin. Esk dismissed him from his mind, doubtfully studying the doorway instead. It seemed a bit too narrow for them to manoeuvre a cart through...

Huh. Esk blinked in surprise as he caught glimpse of the golem outside, but otherwise kept his expression neutral. That's... That's new. When did it get here? I don't remember seeing it before... then again, he could barely remember anything else either. Esk was interrupted out of his musings when the dwarf merchant spoke. He listened attentively as the dwarf - Zeebarl - talked about how to get the cart outside. He nodded, then politely asked the other dwarf, "Should I lift the cart higher while you act as the stabiliser? Or do you have a better way to bring the cart outside?"

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The man named Axel took her hand and shook it, which was a new experience. Was this something many people did? Hm. He sounded pleasant enough, at least. Maybe her suspicions were unfounded.

"I only thought that if we are to work together, I should know a bit more about your skills beforehand," She said, releasing his hand. "I am Unoa, by the way."

Her eyes flicked over to the door momentarily. It seemed they would be trying to get a cart through the door soon, which may make entrance into the tavern difficult.. She wondered how they had gotten it in there to begin with.

"Ah, perhaps we should continue this discussion inside," she suggested. "I am eager to know more about you, however." She stepped towards the door, checking to see if he'd follow.

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(Apologies for the hiatus.)

Tharin stroked his beard as the halfling merchant lay out his plan. Tilting the cart would afford the most space for it to pass through the door, something which was sorely needed if they were to have any chance of extracting the vehicle from the inn. Glancing at Esclava, he took stock of the man. Of an average height with many other humans, he was lean, sporting little hair on his body except for the shockingly red spiky hair on his head. Ears ending in slight points marked him as one of Elvish decent. A half-elf then. Sinewy in build, Tharin saw a deep inner strength, thinness belying that fact.

Taking stock of the cart, he lifted one arm experimentally. Resistance met his arm, the vehicle refusing to move. Placing his other hand under, he lifted slightly, managing to bring the wheels a small distance off the ground. Lowering the cart, he noticed an Orc enter the building, clad in armor and carrying a giant sword. Many of his kin carried hatred for the Orcish race but Tharin was not one of them. Orcs were one of his best customers and he was not wont to discourage an inflow of cash if his memories served him correctly. He hoped they did. Following her movements, he saw the red-haired woman from earlier, who was seated at the bar hastily scrawl something for the Uona on a small slip of paper, apparently in a panic handing it to her, before returning to her seat. A strange interaction to say the least. A lot of activity for such a small, unimportant village.

Nodding to Zeebral in recognition of his words, he gruffly muttered, "My pleasure, Mister Zeebarl." Turning to Esclava, he stated, "I think it would be best if we tilted the cart so that it rested upon my back. That way it would be stabilized on three points as you push from the inside and Mister Zeebarl here pulls. Do not worry for me, my back has taken worse." I think, he thought to himself in slight worry. Missing memory was certainly a problem.

Moving to the center of the cart, he took a deep breath before motioning to Zeebarl and Esclava to lift the cart.

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(No problem at all pal :) )
Yet again, before the steadfast group could accomplish their quest to carry the great merchants cart through the doorway of great inconvenience, more strangers decided to visit the inn. First, there was some blonde haired boy who sprinted in, nearly tumbling to Zeebarl's precious cart, giving the halfling a mild heart attack that was washed away with relief as the young bandanna wearing man stopped himself and apologized, before speeding off again. Good thing too, as Zeebarl was about launch a torrent of furious words at the strange if he hadn't done either, though his would wasn't exactly filled with joy when he realized the hasty stranger was giggling to himself in the corner of the inn.

The next bunch of patrons for the inn were a rather tough looking ogre woman, most likely a warrior from the look of her garb, being followed along by two young human men, one with brown hair and a red cape, the other with black hair and blue eyes. He stared in mild curiosity to ponder if these two men were after this warrior woman's heart? He then dashed the idea as ridiculous when they sat at a nearby table and pinched himself for his stupidity as they were clearly the adventuring sort. He tired his best to ignore the odd suspicious activity that followed afterwards, as the ogre stopped herself wandering upstairs to end up being given a note from that red haired knight he saw from earlier. He really should focus on the task at hand.

As the red haired human inquired on the method of moving the cart to the dwarf, he realized as he payed closer attention to the man's ears, that he was only but half human, the other being of an elf, which made Zeebarl somewhat thankful, due to them having more strength than the average fellow, and this example of his kind being a somewhat skinny one. His attention shifted to the dwarf however, having very politely addressed him and suggesting to balance the lower leaning area of the cart on his back, announcing he had lifted worse, which Zeebarl decided he was beginning to like the good manners of these two. Hopefully he was right in thinking these two were a good choice for moving his cart. The heavily armored dwarf then motioned for the merchant and their spiky haired friend to lift the cart, complying with his wishes to do so.
"Right then, follow my lead lads, well be done in no time!" Zeebarl exclaimed as he stared backing towards the inn's entrance, taking careful steps and occasional peers behind him.

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Esclava (it's ok.)

Esk waited patiently while the dwarf tested the cart, and nodded when he deduced what seemed to be a better way of dealing with pushing the cart out of the door. He followed the timing of Zeebarl, ignoring the other people who had entered. They didn't matter right now, the cart did. Esk was starting to wonder when they would ever get the cart through the door so he could buy the thread and needles he required. When they reached the door, Esk paused and turned to the dwarf, ready to place the cart on his back. "Are you ready?" Esk asked, adjusting his grip so as to lift it up and place it on the dwarfs back the moment he have the go ahead.

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"Aye lad, ready as I'll ever be," responded Tharin is he settled into position. Spreading his legs to shoulder width, he locked his knees so that they wouldn't buckle upon the initial strain. Extending his arms out behind him to help hold the cart, he took a deep breath and exhaled as the cart was lowered. Tharin grunted as the weight settled onto his back, putting a strain on his legs. He should be able to support it out as far as the courtyard in front of the inn. Moving in tandem with the other two helping move the cart, he slowly crab-walked through the door, maneuvering his body so that the cart would fit.

Upon exiting, Tharin kept walking until the end of the cart had cleared the doorway. Motioning to Esclava and Zeebarl to set the cart down, he slowly made his way out from under the vehicle while still supporting with his arms. Breathing heavily, Tharin cracked his back in order to rid some of the strain from his muscles. He had expected the cart to be heavy, yes, but either he was not as physically fit as he once was, despite being a relatively young dwarf, or the cart had some heavy items under the tarp. Thinking back to his earlier talk about payment, he decided to rescind that decision. Everything always had a price to it, even when free monetarily. The only thing that Tharin had to think about was whether or not he should inform Zeebarl of the change in arrangements. While it might cause disgruntlement now, holding it off until later would most certainly create disgust. To tell it would be, then.

Walking over to the halfling Tharin made a short bow. "'Twas a pleasure to help ye, Marster Zeebarl. I would wish to talk about recompense," he stated, raising his hands up in a slightly placating manner. "I do know that I said I did not require payment, and I hold true to that-monetarily. If at all possible, I would be most happy if you could promise to provide a small favor should I ever need one. Have no worries, it will not detract from your possessions should I ever require something. Understandable if you should disagree but I hope that we can come to some accord on this matter."

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Staring at Munti for a moment as he fought to open the wooden door, Cardista pressed a cupped hand over her mouth to try to hold back a giggle. She shifted her attentions over to the three men that seemed of been trying to shove a cart through the door just moments before they reached the Minstrel's Mug. She had to take a moment to chant silently in her head she would not go over and dive into the cart...But something about that seemed almost like a deja vu moment. She was definitely getting the feeling she was here before and decided the cart driving was not worth the attention it would bring to the three already odd looking traveling companions. She gave a small curtsey to Munti before entering through the door, he seemed to be struggling to keep open. "Thank you."

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Zeebarl assisted the spiky red haired half-elf placing the cart's corner onto the dwarf, which he seemed rather anxious about due to giving a rather large grunt of strain as the weight finally shifted to his back. His worries of his precious cart landing with a shattering thud were unfounded however, as it seemed the dwarf could handle the weight with negotiable ease as the halfling as the fellow stranger maneuvered the cart to the door, with Zeebarl much more thankful that he did not have to resort to doing this on his lonesome, as he canted constantly with fret; "Easy now. Careful. To me now. Watch your sides. Easy, easy. That's right, just little baby steps now.", as if when he closed his mouth, an accident would occur.

As they surprisingly managed to squeeze it through the doorway, Zeebarl himself entirely surprised, but mostly extremely relieved, that they had got his cart through, but a large satisfied grin could be seen plastered on his face at their success, made even more wider when he realized he did no owe them any payment for this work, the pair of the assisting him out of their own generosity. He certainly had a stroke of luck here! He gave a sigh of joy and exhaustion from carrying the cart as they lowered it from the steadfast dwarf's back giving him a moment to stretch himself out from the tiring experience, and setting the cart down.
"Well, thank you greatly you two, I much obliged for your much needed and much grateful assistance in this endeavour, truly you are both kind and generous souls to assist this humble merchant for free!", he babbled cheerfully to the pair ready, as he his smile froze when he heard the dwarfs words his eye's seeming faded away as he listened intently to the vague acquaintances words.

Obviously being the selfish merchant he was, seeing no gain in such a decision, he would out right push away a favor, though then again it was not of any harm to his stock or possessions, not to mention his wallet. It also made him realize that this would be a pretty even transaction, as it simply seemed from the mans words that he would most likely just be doing some ordinary errand, and he did offer payment in the first place when he asked for his assistance. He mulled over his answer as he watched a young faun gentleman with the unfortunate lack of ability to wear trousers hold the door for also a pair of young neko girls, one clad in yellow, the other clad in green. Strange, he had a sense of deja-vu when he saw the neko girl dresse din yellow. In fact, now that he thought of it, the red haired knight had an air of familiarity to her, and as he stared at the skinny half elf fellow that helped him, he had that feeling about him too. He shook the idea away quickly deciding to reply to the dwarf.

"Well I suppose if it is truly just a small favor in return, it would not cause much harm. I did offer payment first hand after all. Well I suppose it's a deal good sir.", he said in a rather flat tone, offer his hand out to the dwarf before adding; "Though now that I realize it, I do not know the names of either of you. Ah well, that is up to either of you to divulge. I am not one to pry if you do not wish to be known."

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Esk placed the cart on the dwarf's back and went through the door with him, trying to make sure that no extra discomfort was had. The cart was heavy; it might cause the dwarf to collapse and crush his back if he tried to take on too much at one go. To prevent that possibility, Esk placed more strength into his arms and back and tried to lighten the carts weight on the dwarf's back as well as he reasonably could, moving in tempo with the others. Esk listened to Zeebarl's annotations about his cart with all seriousness, following them if they seemed to be right.

When the cart was finally placed on the ground, Esk let go and stretched his arms with a few small popping sounds, enjoying the feeling. His muscles were vaguely aching, as though they had just recieved a workout. It felt good and familiar, as though he had experienced this multiple times before. It made Esk wonder what that meant about the life he had lead before the amnesia. Probably something which required his body to be fit. He couldn't be sure, considering that Esk really couldn't remember much. Hopefully, that would change in time.

As Esk finished stretching, he caught sight of a fawn and two neko's entering the inn. He curiously glanced at the trio before turning his attention to his pack, adjusting it so that it was more comfortable on his back. It was the first time he had seen people like them since he could remember (which was only a few hours and some scattered memories which more resembled scraps of paper instead), but although the sight was interesting, it came second to the items he intended to get.

Esk turned to the dwarf and Zeebarl, walking towards them. While he had been stretching, they had been talking, and now that his request was complete Esk could finally buy the needles and thread he wanted. The dwarves were talking, but Zeebarl had asked them for names... "My name is Esk." He said to them politely. "Pardon the intrusion, but now that the cart is outside, can I buy some needles and thread? If the two of you still wish to continue to talk, I'll wait until your conversation is over."

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Tharin nodded slowly as Zeebarl responded. The halfling merchant appeared a shrewd man, wanting nothing other than to keep his goods intact and his money plentiful. As a fellow merchant, albeit of a different type, Tharin understood the struggle that Zeebarl could face. When people were uncertain in one place, that discomfort could spread to other areas, causing a merchant to lose business and eventually go bankrupt. Tharin had been one of those lucky enough to never come close to losing customers. Being the head of a substantial black market in one of Amtophia's largest cities had its perks.

Most would think that a black market dealer would be mostly interested in transporting physical goods that were outlawed in places or items that were hard to come by anywhere else due to their collector status. There was a certain truth in their statements, one that many would agree with. Tharin had a different idea. What mattered more than material possessions was information. One who could broker knowledge, sell it to certain people in exchange for a cut of whatever was made, it was them that made the most money. Knowledge was power and the one who could amass the most knowledge would generally win. Provided they had funding of course. Physical goods were useful in that respect.

"Truly, 'twas my honor to serve you Mr. Zeebarl," Tharin replied. "My name do be Tharin Karzaduk, a merchant much like yourself. I understand the protectiveness you feel for your goods and would not dare impinge on them. And it was a pleasure to work on this with ye, Mr. Esk. If ever you need something, contact me. I'm afraid I can stay no longer. There is business I must attend to."

After listening to their responses, he wandered off into the market, rambling and thinking about what he would do next, hoping something would disturb him so he did not have to think so much.