Times that you take in stride, they're back in demand.

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[ Late Afternoon on Sunday, August 9th (day 70)]
[Tavern of Hell]

*deep breath*

I've done it.  I've finally walked all the way into town.   It would be less embarassing if not for the fact that I left my home more than 4 hours ago.  It would have taken a normal person an hour or less to make the leisurely stroll from my threshold to the outskirts of town, but I kept forgetting things.

Well, maybe not forgetting.  At first, it seemed foolish to walk into town with my sabre strapped across my back.  I doubt it would give anyone I meet the desire to approach me.  But on the other hand, I've learned more than once that beauty is apparently universal for "weak and helpless".  So I supplemented for a couple of dirks tucked away in the legs of my boots, and for my less aggressive bow.

But I forgot to bring the arrows I've coated in the juice from the dart frogs.  The poison cost me almost all the gold I'd earned from the previous year's bounties, but it has gotten me out of more than a couple of tight situations.  So I had to go back for a couple of my special-arrows.  Then I couldn't decide if I was going to actually bring any of the herbs with me to try and sell, or if first I should see if there's even an apothecary in town to sell them to, or even a doctor.  No point in lugging all that around if there isn't even a buyer for them...

I got to the edge of the little path that leads from my door to the road, and froze.  I have no idea how long I stood there, contemplating if it was really that big a deal that I go in to town today...I mean, why couldn't I just as easily go in to town tomorrow?  What was the rush, anyhow?   But I knew in my heart that Freyja's parting words to me were true...it was time for me to take back my place among my brethren, the humans.

But now that I'm actually in town, wandering down what I think it one of the major streets, where will I begin?  Where does one go in a new town, when you don't know the customs or the people?

Slowly, a smile creeps over my face as a familiar and beloved scent wafts towards me.  "Mead!" I whisper to myself, barely containing my glee.  And why not?  Where better to find people?  Especially people in need of my more violent services?  Besides, all this anxiety and the sheer energy it took to get to town have left me drained and in need of fortification.

Slowly, I open the door and step inside this place, this Tavern of Hell, and head to the bar.

[OPEN]

Times that you take in stride, they're back in demand.

[valda-excolo.livejournal.com]

[ Late Afternoon on Sunday, August 9th (day 70)]
[Tavern of Hell]

*deep breath*

I've done it.  I've finally walked all the way into town.   It would be less embarassing if not for the fact that I left my home more than 4 hours ago.  It would have taken a normal person an hour or less to make the leisurely stroll from my threshold to the outskirts of town, but I kept forgetting things.

Well, maybe not forgetting.  At first, it seemed foolish to walk into town with my sabre strapped across my back.  I doubt it would give anyone I meet the desire to approach me.  But on the other hand, I've learned more than once that beauty is apparently universal for "weak and helpless".  So I supplemented for a couple of dirks tucked away in the legs of my boots, and for my less aggressive bow.

But I forgot to bring the arrows I've coated in the juice from the dart frogs.  The poison cost me almost all the gold I'd earned from the previous year's bounties, but it has gotten me out of more than a couple of tight situations.  So I had to go back for a couple of my special-arrows.  Then I couldn't decide if I was going to actually bring any of the herbs with me to try and sell, or if first I should see if there's even an apothecary in town to sell them to, or even a doctor.  No point in lugging all that around if there isn't even a buyer for them...

I got to the edge of the little path that leads from my door to the road, and froze.  I have no idea how long I stood there, contemplating if it was really that big a deal that I go in to town today...I mean, why couldn't I just as easily go in to town tomorrow?  What was the rush, anyhow?   But I knew in my heart that Freyja's parting words to me were true...it was time for me to take back my place among my brethren, the humans.

But now that I'm actually in town, wandering down what I think it one of the major streets, where will I begin?  Where does one go in a new town, when you don't know the customs or the people?

Slowly, a smile creeps over my face as a familiar and beloved scent wafts towards me.  "Mead!" I whisper to myself, barely containing my glee.  And why not?  Where better to find people?  Especially people in need of my more violent services?  Besides, all this anxiety and the sheer energy it took to get to town have left me drained and in need of fortification.

Slowly, I open the door and step inside this place, this Tavern of Hell, and head to the bar.

[OPEN]