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Uldor, Land of Glory. (High Fantasy)

Sightles said I put her pouch in my pocket. Louis did take her money. :P

I know that now. If anybody hasn't noticed yet, I'm a very cognitive reader, but I like to skim things a lot. But I think mainly the use of the word 'other' instead of a personal pronoun really tripped me up, and I couldn't have gotten it without the context.

Epsir said Truly a hardened gang of pirates

Pfft. Hardly even. Really it's just a group of dull tools.

Uldor, Land of Glory. (High Fantasy)

BlackCat, Louis didn't take all of Arisu's money, Louis took 3 pieces of copper from her pouch and put his pouch in his pocket. Cancel that, Sightles's post confused me with the use of 'other'.

Uldor, Land of Glory. (High Fantasy)

I wouldn't say that 'The Salted Chicken' is a 'run-down shack' because it's really not. It's a cobblestone brick building with wooden walls, floors, and tables on the inside. Its only distinction is that the prices are cheaper and the business is run by a family. Though, conditions on the inside aren't at their prime and aren't perfect, they're decent.

Edit: It'd also be a little more efficient to describe the process of walking to said business and why. I don't remember reading about Dameon arriving.

Uldor, Land of Glory. (High Fantasy)

"5 pieces of copper, please, have a seat anywhere you wish." Lyria gestured around the room, indicating some emptied tables along the walls and a few in the center of the restaurant. She tore off that sheet of paper as well and strode away, into the kitchen. Through the briefly-open doors of the kitchen, one could hear the rumbling of plates, the sizzling of meat over a fire, the clashing of metal, and the running of water while the workers and chefs scrambled around the kitchen's tiled floor filling orders. A waiter came out and delivered food to a table or two before running back into the kitchen. There inside, Blutwald tacked up the orders above the head chef's head and called out the order to the rest of the kitchen.

Uldor, Land of Glory. (High Fantasy)

Lyria diligently scratched their order down on the paper and tore the sheet, which she left between her fingers. Clutching the pad in that hand, she used the other to point to an empty table. "There is a free table just over there. Your order comes to a total of..." The blonde paused to do the mental math. 'Five each for the chicken, three each for the drinks...' "24 pieces of copper." It definitely came cheap, being a casual diner and all, but the people loved the food, and it was perfect for visitors and people without food at home. "It'll be right out." She turned away and waddled over to the girl with fiery hair that Blutwald knew she couldn't forget. The detail would stick in her mind for ages—how the girl had hair so long bewildered him, the red hair she could explain. "What can I do you for, little miss?"

When the Flames Die

Gareth raised a brow and narrowed his eyes. "Just what is this commander Thomas intending to do?" He served Thomas, but he questioned Thomas's actions strongly and really didn't feel up to honoring his leadership. Harker wasn't going to entrust Sophia with the Order, even though he himself was a member of the organization. This couldn't be as simple as moving her to a 'safer' location, there was an ulterior motive in this somewhere. He didn't vocalize that thought, but he held onto its veracity. More and more the Order of the Thistle began to look more like a deceiving cult of lunatics than a respectable crew of knights. 'You didn't find it, he did, and moreover, he's ordering you to do what you're about to do.' Gareth privately thought to himself. 'You know better than I do that it isn't safe to move her around.' "Leaving this room is twice as unsafe as staying in it." The security of the room was better than outside, and at least the location was an unanticipated spot for them to be in.

Uldor, Land of Glory. (High Fantasy)

Yeah, it's just that things are going slow again because we have people who haven't responded in two days time and characters that aren't exactly doing anything.

When the Flames Die

Gareth rose slowly from his place, bow drawn and pointed at the door in case anyone else was there besides Sir Walden. "Princess Sophia is in here with me." He opened the door slowly as he announced that information loud enough for at least the person next to the door to hear it. It seemed as though he held a hostile tone, but the hostile tone was only an offense and the drawn bow was only a means of protection for those in the room, in the event that it wasn't actually Sir Walden at the door. His gut wrenched as his hand tentatively pulled the door open to reveal who was behind it.

When the Flames Die

"We were snooping around the Tower. We visited the postmaster and divulged whatever information we could about Redwyne's death and that package with the snake in it." Gareth honestly confided, seeing no reason to keep it a secret. After all, at least a bunch of guards and knights probably spotted them there. "We determined Redwyne's killer to be someone in the Order, and nothing else says otherwise. Wallace also dropped off two letters." All of them in the room could cover a lot of ground in unison, which gave them a lot of information, and on top of that, Gareth could use Wallace and Walden for their knowledge. That is, if Wallace came out from his arrest... He worried for that man, whom Gareth determined to have a soft-spot somewhere in him, during that moment in the courtyard. He also worried for himself and for those around him then, for their being dragged together into something they wanted no part in. Unfortunately, they had to get through it, but they weren't going through it alone.

When the Flames Die

It's like watching Oprah. "Look under your chairs for a free alliance!! YOU GET AN ALLIANCE! YOU GET AN ALLIANCE! EVERYBODY GETS AN ALLIANCE!"