"I can't thank you enough for helping out with this errand, young man. Hehe, I almost forgot how much easier errands were with a strapping young man around."
"Ah, don't mention it ma'am." Korrey grinned from behind a tall stack of flour sacks destined for the bakers, sticking his head out to the side every now and then to make sure he wasn't about to run into someone on the way. Walking right next to him was a short woman of some years, with the tan skin and rough hands of a farmer, tho whether she was from around the city or coming from someplace far off, he couldn't say, given his lack of familiarity with the area.
"Not like I could leave you to haul all of this yourself with that broken cart of yours.""Oh, you're much too kind deary. If only my lazy husband was even half as helpful, even a
quarter as helpful as you. But oh no, he'd rather spend any time he's not in the fields on his lazy bum, whittling away at another of those projects of his. I tell ya, I'm about to whittle away his head if he doesn't get some more gumption to help out with these errands. And another thing-" As the woman continued her sudden and seemingly random outburst of marital anger, Korrey could only offer a small, somewhat uneasy smile. He didn't know who this husband of her's was, but he could imagine why the man wasn't exactly to eager to assist his spouse if she spouted into these kinds of tirades often. Still, he nodded along with the woman's words the rest of the way to the Baker's shop, offering a bit of advice here and there when he could.
After saying his good-bye to the woman, who was now deeply engaged in a match of ferocious haggling with the baker on the definition of a 'fair price', Korrey was resting beneath the shade of a tree growing near the road, wiping the sweat from his brow as he cursed the noontime heat. It was strange, really, ow different yet familiar this world was from his own. Sure it looked like something straight out of one of his friend's fantasy games with this old rustic architecture and weird looking outfits, but people still had relatively normal issues. Cat's still got stuck in trees, old ladies still need help to cross the street, and a few hoodlums needed to be shown that messing around with the local shop was just a bad move in general. At the end of the day, people were still just people, he guessed.
"Gotta say tho, still would like to know what that pretty boy-lookin' fuck of a clerk thought he was doing bringing me back to life for this place. Not really doing much here, am I?" Korrey muttered under his breath, fiddling with the hem of his leeve as he watched people walk by from the shade. It was true that, after spending a good 30 minutes trying to bust down a surprisingly solid door in the middle of town, Korrey had just lazed about for the most part. The innkeeper was a treasure of a woman to let him stay free of charge like she did and apparently several others that were in a similar position as well, tho he'd yet to meet any of them. Of course, Korrey had never been one to simply accept hospitality, so he'd practically forced the innkeeper to let him help around the Inn, whether it be cleaning, inventory, lifting heavy objects, whatever she needed done. it wasn't like he had anything better to do.
However, while the innkeeper was as sweet as could be to him, he found the other residents to be . . . less so, to say the least. It wasn't anything he wasn't used to, with shopkeeps keeping an eye on him as he looked around their stores while on errands for the Innkeeper, most people avoiding looking in his direction or responding to his greetings as he walked the streets, and so on and so forth. Of course, it likely didn't help that he'd taken to weary his ordinary clothes over the ones he'd found covering them after talking with that damned clerk, wearing the main robe something closer to a jacket than it's intended function and packing the rest of the outfit away in his little area in the inn. The one other thing he did keep on him was the staff he'd found on his person, and while he was unsure what use it was supposed to have in the long run, he had found it made for quite the good beat stick when dealing with the few hoodlums he'd managed to find in this place.
Uggh. . . that little incident probably didn't help improve my rep with the people around here tho. . . Fuckin' hell.Stepping out of the shadow of his tree witha yawn and a sigh, Korrey stretched his body up towards the sky, about to make his way back to the inn so he could help with oranging the pantry like he'd promised when he heard a commotion nearby. Turning to look, his eyes narrowed at first as he saw a small woman try to hold back a man close to his own size as he soldiered on ignorant of her pleas. An ignorance that was matched by all of the people busying past the scene as if it wasn't even happening. It was a scene of utter apathy that he had often seen, and sometimes even taken advantage of, a quite few times in his life.
People are still just that. . . He repeated in his mind as he closed in on the two, getting ready to hold the man down to the ground if he had to. However, he found himself somewhat beaten to the punch as another good Samaritan came up to help the woman in need. However, as they struggled to form some kind of connection the checked out individual, Korrey quickly saw them raise up their hand, the intent behind the action more than clear. Having been already making his way over, Korrey burst into a sprint, nearly skidding to a halt as he reached out and grabbed the man's hand by the wrist, his grip tight with one hand while the other pushed against the other man.
"Hold on there before you possibly end up making things worse, okay? Not sure that hitting a crazy person in the head is going to lead to the best result, ya feel me?" As Korrey spoke, he kept his attention on the rabid man, reaching deep inside himself for a feeling he'd quickly been growing accustomed to these past few days. A soft warmth bubbled up from his core and through his arm, words spilling out unbidden from his mouth in a language unlike anything he'd ever heard, yet he spoke it like a native, with speed and urgency. A soft golden-white light formed around his hands, seeking to flow into the wounded man and heal his wounds. Korrey was hoping that it'd be enough to get him to come to his senses as well, but even if it wasn't, he was sure he could deal with it if he had too. The guy was crazy, which made him unpredictable, but he was also out of it and pretty banged up. It'd be easy to take advantage of the hurt limb to help bring him to the ground, but for once, Korrey was hoping it wouldn't come to a fight. Well, he was
mostly hoping that it wouldn't.
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