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Post by XOLANI XUK on Jan 20, 2011 2:10:51 GMT -6
Feb. 9th -- 12:39 PM
Xolani spat into the snow as she and her men rode into the village of Serrinville, the familiar atmosphere making up for the dreadful snow that covered the ground. This village was one that she had stumbled upon many times in her 27 years of life, every single one of them involving the need to hideout in the tavern from Xaranthian law. She was still wanted in the country and the tavern made for a quick get away when she needed it. In fact, the tavern keeper was one of the few people that she could actually call a friend, or at least...someone who she didn't want to disembowel.
Her cloak was pulled tightly around her to shield her from the winter air though she left her hood down. Xaranth had no power here and she had nothing to stress over. Besides, she had already broken out of their prison once. There was no doubt in her mind that she could do it again if needed. Sniffling slightly from the cold, Xolani glanced to the side, nodding toward Cobus, her second in command. "Drinks are on me boys. Enjoy yourselves," she said with a smirk as they slid off their horses in front of the familiar tavern. The men entered quickly, obviously eager to feel the burn of alcohol once again. It had been a good week since their last tavern visit and the boys deserved to have a good time.
Xolani stayed behind for a moment, her eerie brown eyes surveying the small village before she too entered the tavern. As soon as she entered, she tugged her cloak off, giving view to the rather revealing and unorthodox choice of armor and clothing that she wore. Besides, the fireplace on the far wall kept the place warm enough. She ignored everyone and made a beeline to the bar, pounding her fist on the wood to get the tavern keeper's attention. The older man turned around swiftly, jumping a few inches into the air before a smile appeared on his face. "By the Gods!" he exclaimed, his green eyes as wide as they could go. "I figured you dead!" He added before patting the top of Xolani's fist with his hand.
For the first time in many days, a true smile appeared on her face. "Death doesn't want me, Val. You of all people should know this," she replied casually, moving to sit herself upon one of the stools. Val gave a toothy grin, though he had no more than three or four left to smile with. "Well what'll it be? Rum? Black Ale?" He asked, grabbing up one of the pints. Xolani nearly laughed. "I never drink intoxicants. I like to experience life in all its agonizing glory. I don't want to dull the sensation for a second." She stated, her lips twitching at the corners. Sadly, she spoke the truth. "Your memory is failing and water will be fine." She added, watching as her old friend quickly went to fulfill her request. The scent of lamb stew teased her nostrils and her stomach growled. Perhaps she would have some of that too...
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