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Post by Henry Renold on Jun 16, 2011 20:10:19 GMT
Henry pushed open the doors with a happy heart. He felt lighter on his feet than he had for many, many months and it was all down to the man who now stood beside him, giving him the courage and confidence that he had lacked for so long.
That man was Dante Grixis, his best friend and brother.
The White Dragon Inn was one of the quieter places to drink in Camelot, but although he felt better, Henry wasn't quite ready to face the music at some of the pairs most frequented haunts just yet. He had made a bit of a fool of himself when he was at his worst and Henry wondered if he might still be barred from The Black Bear...
"I'll get the drinks in," He grinned at his friend, "Find us a good table won'tcha?"
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Dante Grixis
Brotherhood
Brotherhood Assassin
There are reasons for things that a casual observer might not understand.
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Post by Dante Grixis on Jun 19, 2011 6:36:50 GMT
This is how it felt to be alive. Dante was smiling, he was living again, and the companionship of his closest friend made it so much better. Though the two had rarely spent time in the White Dragon they decided the world wasn't ready for Dante Grixis just yet and that they had better spend their evening in a place where no one would recognize them.
"I'll find us the best," Dante replied with a grin as the scanned the room. And what a table it was; it was secluded but no too far from the fireplace. Dante staked their claim and smiled as Henry returned with their drinks. Dante smiled as his tankard crashed into Henry's and he took the best tasting gulp of ale he had drank in ages.
"So Henry, what's our next adventure? After I find Evie of course?" Dante missed many things when he was dead, but nothing so much as the time that he and Henry had spent together. As far as Dante was concerned Henry was his brother. "It has to be on the scale of the heist we pulled at the mage's guild, we have to announce my return in an epic fashion," Dante said with a chuckle as he drank a sip of his ale.
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Post by Lady Gillianne Auvray on Jun 19, 2011 22:11:19 GMT
Gill wandered through the city streets in a daze. She had spent several weeks up at the castle, in her new position as a lady, not maid, and this was the last night before her new husband would ride down to Camelot to join her. For the last few days she had ventured into the slums, her least favourite part of town, in the hope she would meet Henry. She hadn't quite plucked up the courage to tell him yet... but the first step of the plan had been to find him, and that had failed.
Gill wrapped her cloak around her, not from the cold but from a shudder of sickness that ran through her from time to time. She had gotten used to them ever since her wedding night. So much had happened since she had last seen Henry, he had been dark and angry because of his friend's death, and he had hurt her. Despite everything, her trip home, and her new marriage and position... somehow her feelings refused to change.
Gill had made her way into the main part of the city without really thinking, but now she stopped and took in her surroundings. She didn't want to go back to the Castle. Should she search in the slums for Henry, one last time? No. She reached up to her shoulders, out of habit, to push away hair that was no longer curled around her neck, but was instead pinned away in neat braids. Her hand dropped back to her side. I am a ghost of my old self. She thought sadly. When she caught sight of the stocks and hanging platform across the corner from the Green, she berated herself mentally for being so pathetic. Other people had it far worse...
"I need a drink." she announced, out loud, to no-one in particular. Feeling like her life had a little more direction now she had made that small decision, she pulled her hood up and pressed onwards, determined to stop at the very next inn she saw.
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Post by Henry Renold on Jun 25, 2011 12:09:09 GMT
Henry sunk into the chair that Dante had chosen for him and was suitably impressed. The chair wasn't especially comfortable, but the view it gave of the rest of the room was perfect. He could see everyone, but few could see him.
"Nice choice!" He said as he passed Dante his drink and filled his mouth with a gulp of the golden liquid from his own tankard.
It was perfect. Not just the taste of the ale, but life itself. Whether it was being in this pub rather than one of the Low's usual haunts, or just having Dante back that made things feel better- Henry didn't care. He was quite content living in the moment and enjoying life.
"Our next adventure?" Henry grinned. "I agree it needs to be something quite spectacular..." Now that he thought about it, he wasn't sure whether the last heist could be considered a success or a disaster...but it had definitely been fun. It had been a fair while since he had enjoyed himself so much and the prospect of doing so again was unbelievably exciting.
"Could we hold up a merchants cart on the Kingsway? Or am i thinking too small?" He mused, sipping on his ale and closing his eyes. He was utterly relaxed, thinking of intricate plans and tools when the noise of the door opening broke his thoughts.
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