A Careful Reunion
16th of First Bloom, 122nd Year, A.o.S. (Glade 42)
There was so much he still did not yet fully grasp about the city of brass and industry. Even after everything that he'd gone over with Dante and the Monteliyet family, Rickter struggled to consider where to begin in his quest. To find a way of saving Talon, here of all places, felt all the more out of place than expected. The wolf wasn't a stranger to the norms of society, but when that society involves the polar opposite of freedom? It was no wonder the Vampyre wanted to liberate his fellow mages from this 'glorious' city. Dornkirk. He was here somewhere as well, and as much as the wolf wanted to confront him...
Too much at too fast a pace and he'd only hasten his demise. So as Rickter walked the streets of East End he observed, not just the people but the buildings that he passed along as well. He took in everything he could other than just a glimpse or a scent, driving down the anxiety of his innermost concerns as he walked about like any other citizen would. It honestly wasn't too hard to blend in here really, at least, not when he wasn't dressed head to toe in his gear. The wolf had opted to wear a longsleeved shirt to cover his forearms, hiding the runes underneath them as he kept a mental thumb pressed over his aura.
He needed to keep his presence in this city hidden from anyone who might've traced it here. Especially given the fact he was a lonely mage, surrounded by bigots and cowards wherever he might've roamed. Deep down he knew exactly what he needed to do, or at least where to begin, but before he could do that he needed to be selective about the place. In passing the Red Dragon he knew too well that going in there was too risky, plus the sting of his own abduction ironically almost a year ago still rested deep in his core. No. He didn't want to go back in there just yet, not without knowing he'd be fine with getting out alright as well.
So he ventured further into the more slums of the eastern side of town, entering an area that was signed as "The Grungeworks" on a post he passed along the street. This place is huge... He noted as he seemed to hit the other end of the spectrum, where humans seemed lesser and lesser in volume in comparison to the other races that inhabited Zaichaer. And to think... I've only ever seen so little on the West End. Not that he wanted to see much else, even if that was the key to learning of his enemies here. The more Rickter could absorb through his observations, the better off he felt with his chances, even if the change in scenery was far beyond overwhelming.
Finally, he wandered to a part of the Grungeworks where several shops and businesses resided, and noticed the tavern with an interesting brand carved in the door. Uncertain blue eyes contemplated the lot for a moment, unsure of what he might find within this "Hobbled Gobbler" he had stumbled upon. Considering the company... maybe the food isn't bad here. He was a little bit peckish as of now... And worst-case scenario, he could set up his own invitation here. To draw her out while he continued learning. Observing. Door's a little tedious. He noted after figuring out which way to open it, given that it didn't budge the moment he gave the knob a steady twist.
Once he entered the establishment he could already smell food and booze, masking the other scents that permeated the room after he'd stepped inside. There were so many scents to sift through in fact, that the wolf couldn't help the grimace as his nose itched a bit. Seeing the setup of the lobby where many tables lined for a more communal environment, the wolf hesitated before he noted the other tables that were closer to the walls. Those seemed to cater to the more private fellows it looked like, though, the establishment was clearly buzzing with activity from all varying walks of life. Goblins were seated everywhere, though there were elves too from what Rickter could observe. The pointed ears and lighter skin complexions made those distinctions easier.
When the wolf approached his own table found within a corner of the establishment, he quietly took a seat to allow an employee to approach him. He'd order food when that happened, but until then, he opted to keep to himself as he stared into the flame of the candle. The atmosphere here felt different than the rest of Zaichaer, almost enough to where Rickter didn't feel as nervous as he did before. Yet he was still alone, and, whether what he was about to do was stupid or not; he couldn't tell. It was a carefully made choice at that, one he didn't plan on fucking up just by lack of focus either. So as Rickter waited he focused, almost meditatively, on the candle that burned in front of him. At the surface, he looked to be thinking rather heavily, while deep down he'd zoned in on the whisper he'd kept trapped inside.
Alright... I'm going to let you out of your cage for a minute. Do me a favor, and lure her here while we're at it. As he thought this the contemplation allowed him to absolve only one layer of restraints against the whisper, the chains that kept it contained within him rattling in his core as he released the hold on his aura just a little. Enough so that even she might feel his presence here to say the least.
Come and find me, Lyra. He about challenged as he looked from the candle toward the lobby of the bar, interested to see if she or anyone else might come along.
16th of First Bloom, 122nd Year, A.o.S. (Glade 42)
There was so much he still did not yet fully grasp about the city of brass and industry. Even after everything that he'd gone over with Dante and the Monteliyet family, Rickter struggled to consider where to begin in his quest. To find a way of saving Talon, here of all places, felt all the more out of place than expected. The wolf wasn't a stranger to the norms of society, but when that society involves the polar opposite of freedom? It was no wonder the Vampyre wanted to liberate his fellow mages from this 'glorious' city. Dornkirk. He was here somewhere as well, and as much as the wolf wanted to confront him...
Too much at too fast a pace and he'd only hasten his demise. So as Rickter walked the streets of East End he observed, not just the people but the buildings that he passed along as well. He took in everything he could other than just a glimpse or a scent, driving down the anxiety of his innermost concerns as he walked about like any other citizen would. It honestly wasn't too hard to blend in here really, at least, not when he wasn't dressed head to toe in his gear. The wolf had opted to wear a longsleeved shirt to cover his forearms, hiding the runes underneath them as he kept a mental thumb pressed over his aura.
He needed to keep his presence in this city hidden from anyone who might've traced it here. Especially given the fact he was a lonely mage, surrounded by bigots and cowards wherever he might've roamed. Deep down he knew exactly what he needed to do, or at least where to begin, but before he could do that he needed to be selective about the place. In passing the Red Dragon he knew too well that going in there was too risky, plus the sting of his own abduction ironically almost a year ago still rested deep in his core. No. He didn't want to go back in there just yet, not without knowing he'd be fine with getting out alright as well.
So he ventured further into the more slums of the eastern side of town, entering an area that was signed as "The Grungeworks" on a post he passed along the street. This place is huge... He noted as he seemed to hit the other end of the spectrum, where humans seemed lesser and lesser in volume in comparison to the other races that inhabited Zaichaer. And to think... I've only ever seen so little on the West End. Not that he wanted to see much else, even if that was the key to learning of his enemies here. The more Rickter could absorb through his observations, the better off he felt with his chances, even if the change in scenery was far beyond overwhelming.
Finally, he wandered to a part of the Grungeworks where several shops and businesses resided, and noticed the tavern with an interesting brand carved in the door. Uncertain blue eyes contemplated the lot for a moment, unsure of what he might find within this "Hobbled Gobbler" he had stumbled upon. Considering the company... maybe the food isn't bad here. He was a little bit peckish as of now... And worst-case scenario, he could set up his own invitation here. To draw her out while he continued learning. Observing. Door's a little tedious. He noted after figuring out which way to open it, given that it didn't budge the moment he gave the knob a steady twist.
Once he entered the establishment he could already smell food and booze, masking the other scents that permeated the room after he'd stepped inside. There were so many scents to sift through in fact, that the wolf couldn't help the grimace as his nose itched a bit. Seeing the setup of the lobby where many tables lined for a more communal environment, the wolf hesitated before he noted the other tables that were closer to the walls. Those seemed to cater to the more private fellows it looked like, though, the establishment was clearly buzzing with activity from all varying walks of life. Goblins were seated everywhere, though there were elves too from what Rickter could observe. The pointed ears and lighter skin complexions made those distinctions easier.
When the wolf approached his own table found within a corner of the establishment, he quietly took a seat to allow an employee to approach him. He'd order food when that happened, but until then, he opted to keep to himself as he stared into the flame of the candle. The atmosphere here felt different than the rest of Zaichaer, almost enough to where Rickter didn't feel as nervous as he did before. Yet he was still alone, and, whether what he was about to do was stupid or not; he couldn't tell. It was a carefully made choice at that, one he didn't plan on fucking up just by lack of focus either. So as Rickter waited he focused, almost meditatively, on the candle that burned in front of him. At the surface, he looked to be thinking rather heavily, while deep down he'd zoned in on the whisper he'd kept trapped inside.
Alright... I'm going to let you out of your cage for a minute. Do me a favor, and lure her here while we're at it. As he thought this the contemplation allowed him to absolve only one layer of restraints against the whisper, the chains that kept it contained within him rattling in his core as he released the hold on his aura just a little. Enough so that even she might feel his presence here to say the least.
Come and find me, Lyra. He about challenged as he looked from the candle toward the lobby of the bar, interested to see if she or anyone else might come along.
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