[Ezekiel Griswold]

Time to spread my wings

The traveling, and very lazy, mercenary leaned back in the wooden chair, ignoring the warning creaks it gave to him as he pondered whether or not he really wanted to pay for a lunch he could probably hunt himself. It was hard enough to find jobs anymore anyways... if you were as lazy as he was. Sometimes he wondered why he even bothered leaving Tabantha.

But here he was, in this growing village, looking out the window to the site of the derelict castle looming in the background, casting a shadow over the town as the sun moved. Wonderful! Said no one ever. Zeke let out a long yawn, placing his forehead into his palm as he thought to himself. Maybe he could go cheap but his metabolism had a tendency to cheap shot him and he could eat as much as a fledgling Rito if you let him.

Well... more like if he let himself. He opted to just stare at the door to the tavern instead. He could just walk out.

made by nette of gs!

[Netune]

“HE-LLOOOO!!!”

The tavern doors burst open as Netune walked in, gaining the attention of a few good patrons as she did. Some lifted their mugs at her, others simply returned to their business with an annoyed hmph. She smiled wide at the scene but faltered slightly when her eyes landed on the barkeep at the back of the tavern. If eyes could kill maybe she would’ve dropped dead right then and there.

Oops. Guess she forgot about her tab. And here she was thinking she could get away with another meal. She made her way to the back, taking in a deep breath with a puff of her chest and getting herself ready to work some of her charm. Though she had to admit, he really did seem rather angry…

“Hey- oop!” So much had she been focused on the barkeep that she completely neglected her surroundings, tripping over the leg of a chair of a man who had been lazily leaning on it. She face-planted the ground.

“OW! Ow, ow, ow…” Netune recoiled on instinct, holding her nose. No real damage, but it did hurt like hell. She turned around, a tear-filled look in her eye. “I’m sorry, mister, I didn’t mean to. I was, uh, distracted.”