A ragged ghoul stumbled into the guild hall.
It was Ferrin. Or at least what was left of him. His clothing, save for his omnipresent coat, was ragged and torn, he bore numerous cuts and scapes on his body, one of his eyes was a very unpleasant purple, and he had what looked like cat scraches across his ear. Muttering nonstop obscenities under his breath, some of them truly vile, he shouldered past the people standing in the doorway of the guild hall without so much as an apology.
He ambled across the floor in a haphazerd fashion to the bar. Valak, sitting there, greeted him. Ferrin told him in no uncertain terms where he could shove that greeting and how far it will go. Then Ferrin flopped down on a barstool.
Which chose that moment to give way with a crunch.
Ferrin sat on the ground atop the broken stool with the expression of a man who has had about all the shit he can take. He raised his Gauntlet above the bar level. ”Coffee. Now.”
The man sitting next to him, a black-haired youth, who happened to be Valak, raised an eyebrow. He motioned for the bartender to pass the hot cup of coffee to him. With a confused look, they did so. Valak took it blew on it carefully and without ceremony, upended it’s contents on Ferrin’s head.
He lept six feet in the air and spasmed shouting, ”HOT HOT HOT HOT OW!”
He landed on he feet, and rounded on his friend. ”What the hell was that for?!””Quit being an asshole.””Well excuuse me. But after a full week of tracking down amature sorcerers casting deadly Entropy curse magic, I think I’m entitled to a little grumpiness.””Entropy?””Like a bad luck spell, but deadly. Its a ritual magic, so any monkey with the right tools and knowledge can use it. Fortunately for me, they lacked any kind of skill. Only about one in four of their targets actually died.”
He sombered a little. ”Alas for the two that had the misfortune of being that one in four.”
He turned his attention back to Valak. ”But seriously, what the hell.”
He waved a hand at the stool, and the wood and nails sprang together, fixing themselves. He tested it with a hand before carefully sitting on it.
He sighed. ”Bad luck curses. They managed to tag me with one before I brought them down. It still hasn’t worn off yet, so I have to be very careful.”
The bartender sets down a new cup of coffee in front of Ferrin. He eyed it suspiciously before gingerly picking it up and taking a sip. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, so he tilted it up and chugged it, indifferent to its tempature. He set the empty mug down with a thump.”Rrrrrevived!!”
He shouted, jumping to his feet, both fists in the air. The poor stool ended up on the floor again.
Ferrin finally took an interest in what was going on. ”So Val, what is up with all the grim faces at the door? I have been to cheerier funerals.”
Valak, a few monotone words at at time, told Ferrin what Sasha had said yesterday.
He had the opportunity to be one of the few people who have ever seen Ferrin at a loss for words.Tenrou Island
The name brought up such a welter of emotions in Ferrin he couldn’t react to any of them. His Gauntlet tightened on the mug he was holding causing it to shatter.
The sharp tinkling jumpstarted Ferrin’s brain.
He found Valak frowning at him. ”Uh. Excuse me.”
Ferrin lept up off the bar stool, which would have fallen over again, had Valak not caught it. Ferrin crossed the room in the few long, bounding strides. Halfway over the entropy curse manifested, and he slipped on a banana peel of all things that just happened to be there. But instead of falling on his face, he turned the fall into a graceful and athletic tumble, springing to he feet as if nothing happened.”Jamie!”
He shouted across the hall. ”Jamie!”
He repeated as he stopped in front of the guildmaster. ”What is this I hear about a journey to Tenrou Island!?”
He shouted, his expression unexpectedly angry.@Caits
(+ whomever else is standing there)