Finishing his drink, Kaerzon stood and adjusted his sleeves. "Well, no time like the present." Slapping Bara on the shoulder, he added, "Eh Bara?"
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Just a heads up, I'm not going to be available this weekend. There's things I need to take care of, and I need some time to refocus. Been having some trouble with that lately. So come Monday Morning, I'll be back. Until then, Adios.
"Quite true." Kaerzon replied.
"It can be, if you don't spend a lot of time around elves. Some can appear rather androgynous." Kaerzon commented.
After ordering and receiving his drink, Kaerzon piped up on the subject of Allion's gender. "He is a male. My father was a Half-Elf, and his physical features were more in line with Elves than Humans." After looking into his mug for a little bit, he re-introduced himself. "Sorry, I digress. My name is Kaerzon, and acquisition's my game. For those of you that don't know."
Kaerzon had awoken at the first sounds of movement by his door. Prison had turned him into a light sleeper, it had kept him alive more than once. Opening the door slightly and seeing that it was Damian, caused the Half-Orc to relax a little. After gathering his gear, the headed downstairs for breakfast. "Morning Damian, your Highness, what's on the menu?"
Adjusting his sleeves, belt pouches, and pack, Kaerzon readies himself mentally for the journey. Soon after, he followed the princess to the Eagle.
In a couple of my other games, we use Google Translate with different Real World languages as representations.
Carefully reading the contract, Kaerzon signed his name to it.
"Well said Miss Bara." Kaerzon spoke, while he thought, And if we pick up some extra treasure along the way, all the better.
"Or the rest of us, I assume." Kaerzon added.
Kaerzon's eyes went wide at the mention of dragons, then a glint of greed crossed his face. "Well that's certainly one way to make a profit." Crossing his arms, the Half-Orc added, "Are they different types of Dragons, or all the same?"
"And profit."
"Hey, I resemble that remark." Kaerzon replied with a grin.
"A glass of Elven Summer Wine if you please. Aged at least twenty years." Kaerzon requested.
"If the payment is high enough, I can wait years." The Half-Orc whispered back. "I'm in."
"To which I'm curious, how high is it exactly?" Kaerzon asked while leaning back folding his hands behind his head.
"Kaerzon's the name. And special acquisitions are the game. You need something I'll be sure to get it." The Half-orc replied. -Posted with Wayfinder
While he was intrigued by the prospect of great rewards for finding the missing princess, his light coin purse needed filling sooner rather than later. Without delay, he went to the meeting displayed on the board. Reaching the meeting spot, he asked, "Am I late?"
This is Fallen_Mage's submission. Decided not to go with one of my homebrew races, and decided to try a Rogue. Crunch and Fluff in the Profile. |