Wow... this part was difficult to rewrite the first time... My mind kept wandering. But it's a good thing because I was wandering into later in the story thinking out some kinks before the came up
anyhow, I know this one is shorter then the others (the mind wandering thing didn't help) but I still hope it's a good update. If anyone cares to offer advice I'd certainly welcome it.
Ty came out of a rundown farm shack on the outskirts of Alacope, only to stagger when hit with the sun. When Ty’s eyes adjusted to the light he looked over to Dalave who was standing impatiently near the shack door.
“You ready yet?” She asked with a hint of frustration in her voice.
Ty glared at her, “Was all that necessary?”
“Necessary? I’m a bloody criminal. Of course it’s necessary, that is, unless I want to end up in some dank and dirty cell in Havenwood. And that’s if I’m lucky and caught by the better guards.” Dalave shuddered, thinking about the things that would happen if she were to get caught. She quickly looked up at the sky. “Whatever, Let’s get moving before the rain starts. I know of a good tavern around here, I think it’s over the next hill.”
A few candlemarks later the two were soaked to the bone and the rain gave no signs of letting up. Every so often Dalave looked over her shoulder to see if Ty’s ragged shape was still trudging along.
A while later, Ty looked up at the sky and could see nothing but clouds. After feeling a rain drop hit his eye, he was certain that there was more mud showing then there was skin. Ty came up to Dalave and attempted a casual tone, accidentally leaking an exhausted and frustrated undertone clinging to his words, “So, where’s this tavern you were talking about earlier?”
Dalave didn’t catch his undertones over the rain and continued walking through it, looking at the surrounding fields for a landmark, “Uh, Pretty sure that it’s over this hill right here.”
Ty stopped, “Just over here?? You said that in the first place, and look at us now, drenched, lost, and up to our chins in mud.” With this statement Ty looked over Dalave and muttered under his breath, “Well, at least I am.”
“Found it.” Dalave stood at the top of the hill and pointed.
Ty stopped grumbling and went to the top of the hill to meet Dalave. “Never doubted you, nope… Not. At. all.”
She rolled her eyes, “Right. Anyways, It’s called the Poisoned Tip, come on.”
Ty grimaced at the name. “Joy.”
Ty and Dalave worked their way down the hill and over to the tavern. Pushing open the door they were greeted by a warm, musty air, a dense smoke that rolled along the ceiling, and calls from the patrons inside.
“A few times?” Ty rose an eyebrow as they walked inside.
Dalave smirked, “What can I say, I’m a popular rogue.”
Ty wondered if being a popular rogue was a good thing but decided to let it slide for now, he was exhausted.
Edit: typoThis post has been edited by Soulseeker3.0: Jul 19 2007, 07:47 AM