At the entrance of the Inn at the Edge of the World, stood a tall, dark man with dreadlocks, enjoying the view of the orange haze above the horizon. Evening had fallen upon Bastion, which in turn all the 'real' shops opened at this time. Despite his excitement for the evenings plan, Len couldn't help but gaze at the sunset, it's orange haze lighting up the sky as if lit by fire, yet the haze was so crisp and clear. The sun, like a large, grandeur orange fireball in the distance was partially cloaked by the hanging clouds, which were all splashed with the random colors of hot pinks, reds and even hints of purples and blues. The sun was so large that he felt he could almost touch it. It seemed to look at him with a dull glare, knowing that it's beauty and the planet's dependence on it for survival made up for it. 

Len sighed, he always enjoyed these moments, studying and gazing at the beauty of the world around them, looking past the ugly. He had stayed at the Inn for about 2 months, waiting for 'Navy heat' to cool down before he started climbing Jacob's Ladders again. In the mean time, Len would take the time to enjoy what land had to offer. He had planned to visit the old Naughty Nymph, despite the fact that it went against one of his principles to avoid engaging in sexual acts with 'sullied woman'. He didn't mean it as an insult, it was the path that the woman had chosen, some even had no choice, he pitted there situation. Despite that, a that man stayed at sea for months on end with men needs a way to release their 'lust' without any strings attached. 

Len made his way over the the Naughty Nymph, slipping through the dissipating crowd of workers heading home for the evening. He eventually made it to the whore house, which was just opening up for the night, even from where he stood he could see all the women inside, he was going to enjoy his evening. 

Or so he thought.

The Hound came up behind Len, strangely quiet for his hulking form, and quickly wrapped his arms around Len, giving him an unwanted  bear hug, and tossed him bodily into an alley between a couple small shops, straight into a barrel.

“The money, lad.” said the Hound in a rugged voice that sounded like boulders crashing together.He balled up his fists ready for a fight.

Len quickly got up disentangling himself from a broken barrel and sized the Hound up. [i]Big.[/i] Len thought, really damn big. Len studied the ugly network of burn scars on the Hounds face and came to an obvious conclusion, this one was a fighter. The Hound waiting for Len's decision was getting impatient. Most people he mugged just gave up the money without a fight. [i]This one won't.[/i] thought the Hound, it brought a smile to his face. He hadn't had a good fight in days.

[color=4169E1]“Come on lad, the money!”[/color] growled the hound.

[color=Lime]“Funny.”[/color] replied Len calmly.

The hound didn't bother to argue and reason with Len, he took a step forward and lunged at Len. The Hound was too slow, Len caught the Hounds head with his fist. The Hound didn't let up, as though he didn't feel the blow. Len was hit in the ribs, the force nearly knocking the wind from him. Len underestimated the Hounds speed, but he wasn’t that fast. Len backed off a few feet and looked for an opening. The Hound obliged him with a rush, to tackle Len to the ground, it was perfect. Len threw a knee up at the same moment the Hound's head crossed its path. Len could feel the jaw dislocate under his knee. The Hound was knocked to the ground but was already regaining his feet.

[color=4169E1]“Damn”[/color] said the Hound laughing [color=4169E1]“You fight like a demon lad.”[/color]

[color=Lime]“What?”[/color] said Len, confused by his sudden change in demeanor.

[color=4169E1]“Your alr-”[/color] the hound paused rubbing his jaw and pushing it back into place with an audible crack. [color=4169E1]“That’s better, your alright. Let me buy you an ale”[/color] 

Len stood in stunned silence for a moment, which allowed the Hound to throw an arm over Len's shoulder in a friendly way. [color=4169E1]“The Inn at the end of the world, best ale in town!"[/color]

Len took a step back, pushing the Hound's shoulder off of him. He half expected the Hound to attack him again, on the other hand he could always try to hornswagle in some other way. [color=Lime]"Avast, I didn't come here to eat Salmagundi, I came here for women."[/color] Len said with a frown, despite his plans, Len wasn't one to refuse a free drink. Their went his 'modest' plans for the evening. [color=Lime]"But I'm sure ye heart be filled with pain for acting like such a picaroon, that you won't be able to walk the earth, without buying me a black jack full of Arrack."[/color] Len said, throwing his head back in a laugh before walking back towards the Inn. Women were on thing, but a free drink was in a different category.


The Hound followed Len listening to him and begins to laugh. [color=4169E1]“My heart ain't filled with nothin' but Ale, and I dunno what a.. pic'ron is, im buying you an ale 'cos you's a good sport. Maybe Rum if yer good comp'ny.”[/color] Len simply laughed at him, enjoying the man's company despite the incident that transpired a few seconds ago. [color=4169E1]“They call me the Hound.”[/color] The an said simply.

Len raised an eye brow at the Hound. [color=Lime]“Hound huh? I'm Thunder's Augustus”[/color]

The Hound laughed once again [color=4169E1]“Alright Thunder's, pleased to meet ya”[/color] 

After a few minutes the pair entered the Inn at the End of the World, quickly finding their seats before the Hound shouted at the bar maid. [color=4169E1]“Ale love! Two!”[/color] After a few moments the girl brings over two cups of ale, causing Len to politely reconsider his new acquaintance's choice for him. [color=Lime]“Avast, actually ill be taking some Arrack.”[/color] which got a chuckle out of the Hound. [color=4169E1]“Fine, more for me”[/color] he said as be lifted the first cup to his mouth  and drained the cups contents in one go.

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(ignore the Armor)