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Allard shared the news with his friends back at the tavern to which they celebrated in drink, food, and laughter. When it came time to gather his things, Allard simply bundled the small amount of belongings he owned in his claimed alley into his hammock and slung it over his shoulder. Upon moving in he was amazed at how well furnished and comfortable the room was. It had more places to put things than he had things to put! He was able to fit all of his odds and ends into his small bedside drawers and set a candle on the tabletop of it. While the bed was luxurious and insanely comfortable compared to what he was used to, he still managed to hang his hammock in the opposite corner of the room next to the window, which was kept open at all times unless he wasn't there. The night before his first mission with the guild, he still slept in the hammock.
The next morning before leaving, Allard checked over all of his gear, making sure everything was fit to fight and that he had all his personal necessities in check, as he placed his flask in his back pocket and leather survival pouch in his cargo pocket. He secured his heavy sword to the back of his harness and straight cutlass to his right side. He the walked to the mirror, something he had never really done in the past considering he never honestly owned one. He placed his shoulder cape on over his right shoulder and then looked at his left arm which currently was, and normally is, concealed by an arm cover that he made himself. He unbuckled the top buckle and slid it off. While he had become used to the gaunt and gruesome thing, seeing it in the mirror was a different story. While he hated it he supposed it had come useful in a fight. Since it copied the strength of the other arm, he could use it to guard serious injury, but sometimes, he wished it could be completely healed instead of the gnarled mess that it was. Even if it meant giving up that ability.
Upon hearing people start to stir outside, he quickly pulled the sleeve back on and fastened it, double checking to make sure it wasn't loose. "Alright, time to go to work"
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Well, work wasn't quite what he thought it was. When someone summoned you, he thought it was normally the proper thing to do to be available to your guests when they arrive, but he guessed that this is probably how rich people operate. Send an invitation and have them wait while you are 'busy' so that you can gawk in awe at their riches. Allard wasn't going to feign that he wasn't impressed, though he did feel uneasy about the whole ordeal. Somebody should have been here by now, right? He was studying the painting when a woman asked if he wanted any wine. He politely refused saying that he didn't drink on the job, which wasn't entirely true due to the flask in his pocket but what he really meant is that he doesn't drink anything offered to him while on the job.
Meandering his way back toward Kayden and Lis, he noticed the chest and strange book, taking the time to look at them while he walked by. "Curious," he mentioned to the others as he got closer to the book,"an uncommon choice for a book. Never seen anything like that before." He had one arm crossed as his left came up to his chin while he leaned forward slightly to look at the unknown language. "Can't make heads nor tails of it."
The next morning before leaving, Allard checked over all of his gear, making sure everything was fit to fight and that he had all his personal necessities in check, as he placed his flask in his back pocket and leather survival pouch in his cargo pocket. He secured his heavy sword to the back of his harness and straight cutlass to his right side. He the walked to the mirror, something he had never really done in the past considering he never honestly owned one. He placed his shoulder cape on over his right shoulder and then looked at his left arm which currently was, and normally is, concealed by an arm cover that he made himself. He unbuckled the top buckle and slid it off. While he had become used to the gaunt and gruesome thing, seeing it in the mirror was a different story. While he hated it he supposed it had come useful in a fight. Since it copied the strength of the other arm, he could use it to guard serious injury, but sometimes, he wished it could be completely healed instead of the gnarled mess that it was. Even if it meant giving up that ability.
Upon hearing people start to stir outside, he quickly pulled the sleeve back on and fastened it, double checking to make sure it wasn't loose. "Alright, time to go to work"
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Well, work wasn't quite what he thought it was. When someone summoned you, he thought it was normally the proper thing to do to be available to your guests when they arrive, but he guessed that this is probably how rich people operate. Send an invitation and have them wait while you are 'busy' so that you can gawk in awe at their riches. Allard wasn't going to feign that he wasn't impressed, though he did feel uneasy about the whole ordeal. Somebody should have been here by now, right? He was studying the painting when a woman asked if he wanted any wine. He politely refused saying that he didn't drink on the job, which wasn't entirely true due to the flask in his pocket but what he really meant is that he doesn't drink anything offered to him while on the job.
Meandering his way back toward Kayden and Lis, he noticed the chest and strange book, taking the time to look at them while he walked by. "Curious," he mentioned to the others as he got closer to the book,"an uncommon choice for a book. Never seen anything like that before." He had one arm crossed as his left came up to his chin while he leaned forward slightly to look at the unknown language. "Can't make heads nor tails of it."