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Borderland - Dancing Cauldron (Holt-Lindeck)

Stephan Hornick

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The one-eyed man glanced over. Squinting he watched Jacob and Echawan at the far table dine on a splendid dish of stag meat stripes from the near pine forest, tender salsify and steaming potatoes. Silently he talked to Gervin. He had inspected his own purse thoroughly before asking for Gervins opinion. Gervin seemed to reluctantly agree. And then, the man rose. He put the hat back on his head, checked the right position of his rapier and swiftly walked over to the corner table near the entrance, where the two were sitting. Disdain on his face and the purse in his left hand he had a jump to his stride that spoke of his quickness in combat.

"You! Girl," he addressed Echawan, "are you proficient with the needle? Repair the purse! And be quick about it."
He dropped the well-made purse in front of her, set a silver coin beside it, and began to fill the rest of the coins into a small pocket at the side of his shirt. They didn't seem to fit though. Angrily sighing, he took the last four copper pieces that didn't fit and put them also in front of Echawan, not even disturbed by the amount. For him, it was evidently only pocket money. A glance over to his seat, Echawan and Jacob realized that he hadn't even eaten half of the expensive food.

"Boy, fetch me my horse. I'll ride as soon as she finishes," he called over his shoulder, probably addressing Gervin. Then his gaze fell on the half-orc at the big table in the back of the room. Again, his lips curled up in disgust, but he said nothing. Only stared.
 

Morvar

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Jacob had to cough with surprise and disbelief, because he choked on his food. Then he feverishly thought about how he could play a trick on this big shot, and he came to him of his own accord, like a lamb to the slaughter.

Inconspicuously, he touched Echawan on the thigh and nodded at the bag as he whispered softly through a corner of his mouth.

"Of course you can sew! Go on...take the pouch!!!"

Then, turning to the one-eyed man, "You look like you're in a hurry, sir! Gervin has some business to attend to here at the tavern, and I am used to dealing with horses. Since I've finished my meal and can always use a few coppers, I'd like to saddle your horse!"

He lowered his voice, "Also, you might not want to leave your horse alone for too long, some pretty strange creatures roam around here!" His gaze found the one-eyed man's and then wandered to Bausum.

Oh, Jacob had nothing at all against the half-orc, but "good opportunities were not to be let pass," also something the old Dom had always said.
With a smile on his face, Jacob stood up without waiting for an answer. He had quickly learned that as a "servant" you always had to act quickly and submissively, and then you were usually "invisible" and considered not really threatening.
"May I go first, sir, I'm sure there's something you want to do? I don't need 10 pieces of a candle to saddle the horse! And I guess I'll recognize it right away, too, since it's certainly not one of those draft horses that other guests ride around here!"
He went to the door and opened it wide for the one-eyed man.
 

Stephan Hornick

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Wizard of Adventure
Faster Combatant
Adventure Builder
Adventure Master
Occupied with his own business, the one-eyed man seemed not to notice that Jacob had urged Echawan to take the pouch. She did of course, seeing a chance to make some real coins. Her eyes gleamed with sudden joy.
Turning now to Jacob though, as the lad spoke up, the one-eyed man broke into a smile. With seemingly honest benevolent intentions, he complimented him:

"Well spoken, lad. You have talent. And your coins they shall be, if you are quick about it."

He waved his hand for him to leave, then looked over his shoulder to Gervin, pity in his gaze. An idea crept over his mimic and he quickly strode up to the bar. With elegant movement and in one stride he suddenly had his rapier in his hand and struck! Through the heart. Of the apple that Merryweather was holding. Merryweather became instantly pale and had to steady himself. Gervin looked up in sudden shock. And the one-eyed man passed a glance to the half-orc, before addressing Gervin in a conversational manner:

"If you want to become a writer, boy, you need to become faster. Much faster. In everything you do. Even cleaning. If you want to keep up with Rinaldi dela Capistrano, swordmaster of the north, first blade of Mistress Al'Amlinn, and the best dancer of this city, I might add, you need to see as quickly as I move!"

And with a twist of his hand, the apple flew high into the air. And as it fell, there was a short movement like a crack of lightning and as the apple fell to the ground, it was evident, that he had cut the apple a dozen times and in that short flicker of movement that was almost like a blur, he showed a swordmanship seeking its rival. The apple chips dropped to the ground... and were wasted. He raised an eyebrow to Gervin in a loft manner and was seemingly very confident of himself.

"Now, I hope the purse will be ready when I come back from my room. It better be."
And with that, he moved towards the stairs, passing the half-orc and the magician, leaving Echawan to figure out how to sew a purse. Quickly.
 

Morvar

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The dice didn't roll, they flew! Rushed down the mountain like an avalanche!
"Jacob, do NOT burn your fingers!" he heard his mother say in that reprimanding tone. "It's your own fault for messing with the biggest boys in the village too, I won't get you out of it next time!" spoke Arthur in his mind.

BUT...this urge...in him.

"Rinaldi dela Capistrano, swordmaster of the north, first blade of Mistress Al'Amlinn, and the best dancer of this city...!" he repeated in his mind, reshaping the words:
"Rinaldi dela Capistrano, broommaster of the north, first court jester of Mistress Al'Amlinn, and the second best dancer of this city!", the guy hadn't seen him dance yet! His eyes darted to Echawan and her delighted grin as she collected the coins.

"Now, I hope the purse will be ready when I come back from my room. It better be." the pompous show-off still said.

"Echawan, let me show you how exactly you should sew the purse so that the master should be satisfied!" he whispered to the young woman, and more than a little mockery dripped from his voice.
He quickly described to Echawan what he was going to do, and his mischievous grin grew wider.
 
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