BookWyrm
Carpe Librum
Rasrik reached down and scratched the cat's back, getting a contented purr in response before it pawed up at his hand. Bending down Rasrik scooped up the cat gently before following Quynn over to the counter, petting the cat lightly as he came around to see the old man in the rocking chair. Easing back into his old skill set Rasrik quickly connected with the man's presence just in case. Quynn had already moved in and started the process. Rasrik gave a half smile, impressed by how much his old student had matured over the years. It wasn't that Rasrik hadn't admired him when he was younger. Back when he had been in his class Quynn had always seemed like he had something to prove, and he was eager to prove whatever it was that he felt like he needed to. This was both a gift and a curse when it came to teaching.
The cat mewled and purred, gently reaching up and pulling Rasrik's hand down before rubbing against it. Ras smiled, playing with the cat a little longer before letting it jump down onto the counter. It laid down and purred happily, content to have gained some attention. Rasrik opened up his pack and reached in for the arrow heads. Just the touch of the metal against his fingers was enough to light the anger again. Those damned Thalls and that bitch they call their queen. Once they had taken care of Valos Rasrik's next target was Rosenfall. If the rumors he had been hearing about this so called Trial were true there could be Wardens and dragons still alive just days away from being executed.
"These arrows heads, they have a rather potent poison coated on them." Rasrik laid said arrow heads out on the counter in front of the man, who he assumed might be Barne? "I was curious about what poison it is, and if there might be an antidote." Rasrik reached into his pack and pulled out a single gold coin, letting it flicker in the light as he flipped it around between his fingers before laying it next to the arrow heads. Knowing how some of these people were, a little incentive goes a long way in jump staring the process.
The cat mewled and purred, gently reaching up and pulling Rasrik's hand down before rubbing against it. Ras smiled, playing with the cat a little longer before letting it jump down onto the counter. It laid down and purred happily, content to have gained some attention. Rasrik opened up his pack and reached in for the arrow heads. Just the touch of the metal against his fingers was enough to light the anger again. Those damned Thalls and that bitch they call their queen. Once they had taken care of Valos Rasrik's next target was Rosenfall. If the rumors he had been hearing about this so called Trial were true there could be Wardens and dragons still alive just days away from being executed.
"These arrows heads, they have a rather potent poison coated on them." Rasrik laid said arrow heads out on the counter in front of the man, who he assumed might be Barne? "I was curious about what poison it is, and if there might be an antidote." Rasrik reached into his pack and pulled out a single gold coin, letting it flicker in the light as he flipped it around between his fingers before laying it next to the arrow heads. Knowing how some of these people were, a little incentive goes a long way in jump staring the process.