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Post by Ophira on Mar 3, 2008 22:07:08 GMT
Ophira burst through the doors of the inn almost stumbling over a nearby bar stool. Her cloak hung loose about her shoulders, her staff grasped tight in one hand... she was far from inconspicuous as Aalock had instructed... But surprisingly, the bustling inn paid her no heed, she was quite certain that her loud and clumsy entrance had been entirely drowned out by the roar of laughter from a crowd of quite obviously drunken locals.
She darted for an empty table, pulling her cloak tight around her. The absence of sunlight was bone chillingly cold to Ophira. Suddenly her stomach turned and her heart sunk... What had become of Jakodi? Curse her foolishness! Curse her thoughtless tongue and sharp temper!! She conceals her staff within the cloak in a specially designed long and narrow sort of pocket. Though she would have felt safer to have the weapon more accessible, it was probably not a good idea. Besides, Ophira was fairly sure that Draxus hadn't thought to follow her.... Trickery however, was another matter...
Her eyes dart about the room before heading to a nearby, unmanned desk. She would complete the task she had been assigned for the day, to find herself and Aalock accomodation...
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Post by Jakodi on Jun 15, 2008 20:37:03 GMT
Jakoid wearily pushed open the door of the tavern he saw Ophira run into. Keeping up with her pace had truly taken every last piece of him. Ready to collapse, he gazed around, squinting his eyes in the dull light, twitching his head in annoyance at the instant rise of noise levels. Looking around at the cheer and drunkeness made him feel uncomfortable and he cowered as he stepped, keeping his head down so he wouldn't catch anyones gaze. 'Ophira where are you....' he thought, looking up only to try and find her friendly face amonst the rabble.
He was still out of breath from the sprint, and shaken from what had just happened back at the palace, all he wanted was to sit down. The smell of stale beer in the air made him wretch a little though made him realise how parched he was.
Eventually he looked up as he stood in the middle of the room, and there he saw the radiant glow that seemed to emit from Ophira. A painful sigh escaped his throat and the corner of his scarred lips turned up as he hobbled towards her in an uncomfortable manner.
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Post by Ophira on Jun 16, 2008 17:50:30 GMT
Still eying up the unmanned reception desk, Ophira doesn't notice the approaching old man. About to head over she hears a raspy sort of sigh that turns her back to her table. Her face beams with relief. Thinking she had bought about the old mans' death was a painful reality but to see him hobbling toward her was a miracle considering his state. "Praise the gods" she whispers before rushing to pull in a seat from a nearby cluster of stools.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean... I didn't think... I never think, that's just my problem. But how did get you away? How did you escape? Oh gods, I didn't mean to bring that upon you..." Ophira rambles on, dragging the stool so that it scrapes loudly on the rough wooden boards, distracting a young barmaid momentarily from her flirting. She motions for him to join her. "What are you drinking?"
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Post by Jakodi on Aug 27, 2008 20:31:23 GMT
Jakodi gladly accepted the stool offered to him and let out a deep drawn out breath in the hope to regulate his beating heart. Finally.... to sit... He closed his eyes and took in another deep breath, letting out insignificant noises as he did. Opening his eyes again, widely he gazed round the pub, taking in the atmosphere, trying to stop his mind and body from pounding. Eventually his gaze landed on Ophira. She was talking to him, relief spread across her face, but he couldn't quite decipher the words she mouthed. Jakodi just watched her lips move. Her eyes looking at him so earnestly. Hoping that the words would form and make sense in his head.
There was one line he caught. ''What are you drinking?''
Jakodi perked up slightly and looked around as he thought, looking at the bar in some hope of a selection. Letting out a deep, throaty 'Um' noise, his next thought trail was how to communicate to her that any kind of bitter would do, posed a problem. Letting out a sigh, he merely just started smiling, a silent laughter, looking at Ophira shrugging. Abruptly he closed his mouth as gargling noises came up his throat with the laughter. Looking down at her hands he reached out to them looking at her urging her to take his. Taking hold of them he felt how soft and warm they were, like her aura, it sent a shiver down his back, but ignoring it he moved her hands towards an empty tankard on the table and gently pushed them round it, his hands over hers. Jakodi looked up at her face whilst he did this simply smiling and nodding. 'Anything will do my lady.'
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Post by Ophira on Aug 31, 2008 19:11:44 GMT
Ophira smiles reassuringly, feeling the leathery roughness of his hands, there seemed an underlying warmth to them, an almost unconditional kindness that flowed in his veins.
The manner in which he places her hands around the discarded tankard yet to be cleared from the table indicates to Ophira that he must mean an ale of some sort. Immediately embarrassment floods her face with a crimson blush. She hadn't meant to mock him, completely forgetting it was hard for him to communicate.
Her hands lock around the tankard, the metal cooling her blood. "I fancy an ale, I'll get you one too if that's ok?" She says whilst sliding from the stool... The bustle at the bar seemed to heave and pulse like an ocean tide but Ophira's narrow and slender frame manages to squeeze through to the bar. The smell of stale alcohol and smoke fills her lungs dragging her thoughts back to those merry victory celebrations back home with her troops. At last she is served and returns to the table and Jakodi, fresh tankards in hand.
"I need to go back to the market for a few things I never managed to get earlier on" Ophira says with a cheery smile "I don't like to leave you on your own now that I bought about the temper of the almighty Lord Draxus, So you're more than welcome to accompany me" There is element of concern that laces her words, in truth, the guilt of involving the poor old man in her own personal vendetta hadn't yet entirely subsided...
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Post by Ophira on Dec 8, 2008 11:08:04 GMT
Ophira smiles at the wordless man before her, it must be hard to express ones self without the use of speech... She sympathises greatly...
Sliding from her stool she drains her glass and then heads to the door, passing a friendly glance to the old man, an invitation should he choose to follow her.
((Exit Ophira))
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