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[center][color=gray][color=#008080][b]Interacting with:[/b][/color] Emil [@vietmyke], Rylan [@Vertigo][/color][/center]
[color=gray]It seemed like whatever this shit-hole Tristan had gotten into, it was only getting deeper and deeper. Emil's reaction did not serve the young lordling right. The farmboy even went so far as to ask him if he was [i]drunk.[/i] Such a statement made his face flush with embarrassment. Already the boy was losing his patience. With Emil, with the shit-smelling birds, and with the that thief whose name he kept forgetting. He was going to speak more, but such thief cut him off and pestered him for his poor decision-making skills. Yes, he understood he was an idiot, but--

His temper snapped and he whorled around, grabbing Rylan bu the front of his shirt and pulling him close to his face. [color=#008080][b]"You think you're funny, you damn street rat? I'll make you as dead as a wraith, and drown you as well. Stay your tongue, before I cut--"[/b][/color]

Tristan faltered, glancing back at Emil and the other farmhand. He probably wasn't making a good image of himself. Then again, when did he ever? Heaving a sigh, he released his hold on Rylan before speaking again. [color=#008080][b]"Listen. You might think I'm suicidal, or I'm drunk, of I'm an idiot. But in reality, we're all of this things put together if we keep sitting on our asses and waiting 'til something good happens. More and more monsters are breaking through our guards and killing our people. Honestly, what good is fire, iron, steel? We can destroy the smaller monsters. The ones that eat babes and suck blood from cows. But how about the big ones? We need So'que weapons for that!"[/b][/color] his voice was rough, desperate. There wasn't a way that he was going to be able to survive out there by himself. And if they didn't want to come, he had to at least make them realize what atrocity it would be if they decided to turn him in to the guard. [color=#008080][b]"I'm giving you an option. You lot can come with me and try to do [i]something[/i], or die here. I've been a nameless noble for my entire life. I rather die trying to save my people rather than die screwing whores and drinking my problems away at an alehouse."[/b][/color]

Tristan realized that he might been rambling a bit too much. Nevertheless the angry fire that was burning inside of him had been smothered with his words. He released a short, exasperated breath before gathering his senses once again. [color=#008080][b]"Look-- I don't care if you come with me or not. [i]I'm[/i] leaving town come dawn. If you want to accompany me, it'll be great. If not, that's fine. I didn't 'ask' you for a stryx because I don't want word going around that I've ditched town with the Baske sword and a giant bird. All with the help of the Durand boy. Don't you think that's a bad idea?"[/b][/color] he paused. [color=#008080][b]"All I need is a place to stay til dawn. Before the city guard switches. If you have it within you to let me stay til then, I'll be in your debt."[/b][/color]

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