Time: 10am Location: Gakhumi’s Tavern - Ironhold Interactions: Rue [@Potter] Bowyn [@Helo] Equipment:. basic travel pack, medical pack, foot soldier armor, foot soldier shield and weapons. 849 Amas The young medic had no idea that the white haired lad was having some sort of identity crisis. If he had, then he would have bought more ale and joined him. Since the revelation that he was the bastard son of the King, he had felt lost. As a dwarf, he had felt anger at the sight of the prince being killed but it had been more out of respect for all life. The long miles between Thur’s estate and the dwarven capital had filled his head with the shifting paradox that the murder of technically his half brother was and should be much more personal. Yet, he could not bring himself to be a captive of anger and have his decisions tainted by that feeling. This made the young soldier question himself. Was he not truly the by default heir? Perhaps that is why the King h had sent him on this solo secret mission. Perhaps that is why he ha to prove himself because at face value he was not worthy of becoming the next in line to the throne. What was worse is the question of if he even wanted to be. Arn sighed as he took a drink. He could see that his companion was battling internally, the worse type of struggle. There was no way to back him up to stand next to him and face whatever it was together. There was not medical support for the pain and definitely no reinforcements would be coming. As a medic, being unable to help was the hardest part of his job. But also as a medic, he knew that just being there and walking a mile with the person helped immensely. [color=00aeef]“What makes you think either of us knows how to meet royalty? Or that we even need Biren welcome or permission for anything? Last I checked none of us are light elves and I certainly bow to no royals.”[/color] The newly discovered prince smiled behind his mug. Had his and the white haired lad’s introduction not been due to the fairy saying he knew how to meet royalty? The effects of alcohol and whatever other substance the lad had taken were certainly taking effect. The young soldier merely shrugged. He had known in his heart that Bowy’s claim had been nothing more than drunken exaggeration and the young lass also seemed to be more of a humble traveler than anything. However, he had felt so alone that he had desired company. [color=0054a6]“Mister Bowyn, it was a long shot. You see I need to hold an audience with Princess Annya. The reason and cause I am afraid I can’t disclose to you yet as our acquaintance is just in its infancy. However, as you stated, neither I nor the Princess hold any sway over your decision. Also, as previously stated, if we three just happen to be travelling in the same direction, I would more than welcome the company.” [/color] He finished the last bit of mead in his mug and set the wooden tankard down. Thanks to his dwarven resilience, those two drinks were nothing more than refreshment. True dwarves required almost a whole keg to themselves which is why most taverns and bars were 90% warehouse and only 10% customer establishment. [color=00aeef]“I thought you were with the army here?”[/color] Bowyn was experiencing the effect of alcohol but he was still observant. Who knew how much more his mental acuity could be when he was not delayed due to drink. Arn let out a long sigh. [color=0054a6]“Ah, yest that. You are correct. I am or was with the army here. My enlistment actually just finished about a week or so ago. Given the circumstances we all experienced in the past few days, I was going to reenlist. The legions will no doubt mobilize in what seems like an inevitable war. However, due to other circumstances, I must now meet up and offer my services to Princess Annya. I know my answer is much too cryptic and I do apologize I am not able to elaborate at this time.” [/color] He looked at his time piece and began to gather his things. The medic began wondering if walking around in legion issued gear was the best thing. In this type of mission, he would have to be more discreet. [color=00aeef]“Better not keep Moony waiting, we can all walk and talk at the same time.”[/color] The soldier shouldered his gear and giving a final nod to the bar tender. He followed the pair out. He had not tried to help the lad walk as Dwarves often were drunk and it was an unwritten rule that to help a stumbling dwarf was an insult. So the young medic applied that social convenant to the fairies. Arn himself was having the same doubts Rue was regarding being able to achieve an auduece let alone have their offer of help accepted. As a common foot soldier, he had not even met a Sun Elf. His days had been spent in the field near the Orc frontier tending to those who had been injured in the ever present struggle for land and dominance between his own people and the green skinned brutes. Sunlight greeted the soldier as he stepped over the threshold of the tavern and rejoined the world outside. He felt a pang of concern and if he was honest, fear. Being on the outise of the tavern made his current situation more real. He was heading towards a situation he had not trained for trying to take over a life he had not lived. As a soldier, you got your marching orders and you marched. But now, there was no clear end state, no clear direction only an ideal. The young dwarf too a deep breath. Arn had no idea who Moony was but he was not expecting a wolf. He raised an eyebrow in surprise. There seemed to be intelligence behind those eyes. Perhaps more than some dwarves he had met in the legions. [color=0054a6] “um, that is Moony I assume?”[/color] The medic asked nodding in the general direction of the wolf. [color=0054a6] “I suggest we head on over to the Helius plataform before anybody takes any interest in a wolf roaming freely inside the Iron Curtain.”[/color] He started walking towards the flying craft’s station then stopped. [color=0054a6]“um, that is if you plan on still travelling in that direction.”[/color] He was not sure what else to say so he walked normally. He hoped that the trio of interesting people would decide to follow him. Their company would serve as a distraction from the dark thoughts that waited on the outskirts of his conscious ready to pounce if he gave them enough attention.