The sun had barely risen when Brennan Kager awoke at his usual time, he got dressed and headed to his kitchen, just behind the bar at the main hall. The Dagger and Chair was a homily inn, Kager was the proprietor of this establishment. Kager stoked the fires under his five stoves, then went and unlocked the front door. All of Kagger's employees were expected to be at the in by six a.m, no later. The first person to arive was the serving girl, Jasmine Edwards. "Hello Jasmine. glad to see ya smilin'." Kager said to her
She smiled, "I try to add joy here every day." She said in a good natured way.
"Well you'er succeeding as always." He replied with his thick Gallic accent.
Jasmine walked through the dinning area, and looked in the mirror as she pulled up her long, smooth dirty blond hair into a bun. Jasmine had arrived an hour early, as time grew closer to six the others milled in. Saying their good mornings to one another, and bowing to Kager (as is the custom for the people of Flogur). Then at six on the dot, Netry (last name unknown) wallked in.
"Late again Netry!" Kager yelled at him. Thwack! A hard blow came down on Netry's head, from Kagers cooking spoon. Netry rubbed the spot on his head where he had been hit, making his already messy red hair worse. "I am sorry sir, but i have told you I live like thirty minutes away." Thwack! "No back talking!" Kager said with another crisp whack.
Kager had Netry go outside to clean the windows, the town drunk had just walked in, and he didn't want Netry to listen to the man ramble on about dark lands, and cloaked figures. He huffed but went out anyway, Netry was the only employee who had to do a plethera of random work, no one quite knows why Kager was hard on him. But in the end, it's believed he is this way because he likes Netry the most. Netry lives by himself in the woods, he has no parents, no pets, and no friends. While he stands at six-foot five-inches, he lacks the confidence to stand up for himself. He has a plain face, laking enthusiasm or adventure. Which is amplified by his round nose and freckles. He sighed to him self as he cleaned.
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Four hours after Tror showed up Kager dragged him out, and threw him into a watering trouph out in front of the one story, five bedroom inn. Kager usually did this if he was drinking to much, but out of kindness. Kager was known for his generosity. Tror shot up from the water, "Wha..Why did you do that?" He asked in a drunken haze. "Because, your drinking me dry, and you never pay." Kager stated firmly. Tror shruged and stumbled towards his house. As he walked along the street, mumbling his usual rable, he bumped into some one. He looked up to meet the eyes of three strangers. To his left was a short woman, wearing a lavender cloak, all you could see were her full red lips, . The middle guy was medium hight, and wore a black leather cloak (with the sleeves cut off) and a sword at his hip. The man on his right was huge, covered in tattoos and two battle axes across his back. For the first two Tror could have cared less, but with the big fellow the air left his lungs, and fear consumed him, Tror ran home and seemed perfectly sober.
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Four hours after Tror showed up Kager dragged him out, and threw him into a watering trouph out in front of the one story, five bedroom inn. Kager usually did this if he was drinking to much, but out of kindness. Kager was known for his generosity. Tror shot up from the water, "Wha..Why did you do that?" He asked in a drunken haze. "Because, your drinking me dry, and you never pay." Kager stated firmly. Tror shruged and stumbled towards his house. As he walked along the street, mumbling his usual rable, he bumped into some one. He looked up to meet the eyes of three strangers. To his left was a short woman, wearing a lavender cloak, all you could see were her full red lips, . The middle guy was medium hight, and wore a black leather cloak (with the sleeves cut off) and a sword at his hip. The man on his right was huge, covered in tattoos and two battle axes across his back. For the first two Tror could have cared less, but with the big fellow the air left his lungs, and fear consumed him, Tror ran home and seemed perfectly sober.
"Tee-hee. My he sure seemed scared of you." The women said in a smooth voice
"Don't know why, I mean, I cant help the size." The axe man replied
"Don't know why, I mean, I cant help the size." The axe man replied
"Never mind him, lets go." The first man said abruptly.
For the first time in forever Tror was sane, he knew who he was, he knew how he got there. And most importantly he knew that man was dangerous.
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