The next step (Open)

[Dante Grixis]

Dante paused. He hadn't expected a question about methodology. "Well...first a team goes into the forest to get the spices. They bring them back and plant the seeds from them in..." He needed a place name, quickly. "Avalon. Then we harvest them and sell them to a trader south of here near the sea. We use a small caravan to transport them" He replied. He hoped that it was convincing enough.

He knew that soon he would be caught in his own lie. He thanked the bartender and Dreamer for the milk and took a small sip of it.

[Jasen "Dreamer" Masters]

Dreamer nodded and nodded some more, taking a drink of his milk. He was thinking deeply, trying to picture the process in his head. When he heard about the caravan he beamed and asked his next question, "Who's the Caravan Leader? I've met most of the caravan riders around here so i could probably tell you if your getting cheated of not".

Dreamer just realized that he could probably get some cheap housing for the night by one of the passing caravans. He hoped there were a few he had seen before, maybe even Scarlets old Caravan. Thats when he noticed, Scarlet never talked about her previous Caravan. That thought sent another spark in his curiosity, but he placed that question aside for when his caravan traveled back.

He payed more attention to Dante, trying to forget his old caravan.

[Dante Grixis]

Nooooooooo.... Dante moaned in his mind. He was trapped. He had to make up a name that was believable. "Its an older guy, he grew up around Camelot...Entreri is his name." He replied wincing to himself. His heart began to pound, this time not from the ale. He didn't want to get revealed in such a public place. He should've started talking to this boy. He gulped down some milk and waited for Dreamer's reaction. He hoped, prayed even that he could get away with this.

[Jasen "Dreamer" Masters]

Dreamer looked at Dante with a puzzled look on his face. He was trying to place the name with a face, but he just couldnt. After a minute he gave up and said, "Dont believe ive met him before, Maybe you can introduce us sometime, I like to know people who can tell me about my old family" Dreamer said.

He sensed Dante was becoming uncomforatable talking about his business. So, although it pained him to do it, Dreamer set those questions aside for the moment. "So how did you get that scar" he asked, indicating the one on his face.

[Dante Grixis]

Dante quickly replied "When I first started out I was guard on a caravan in Spain. We got attacked one night and I got this. The attacker wasn't so lucky." He smiled. He had told that story so many times it was easy.

The real story was he was on a mission to kill a mage. The mages guards were more skilled than he had anticipated and he was cut badly, barely avoiding death. He did manage to kill his target though. He had gotten his long sword from that endeavor.

He was glad that the subject was off his work, probably visibly so.

[Jasen "Dreamer" Masters]

Dreamer nodded and grimaced, Dreamer had never killed a man before. He didnt know if he could do that, but then the thought of bandits went threw his mind. It made him a little uneasy but he felt he could do it, he could kill someone like that.

Dreamer shook his head and stayed silent, drinking more of his milk. When he was finished he ordered two more for the both of them. The bartender smiled at them and refilled the glasses.

[Dante Grixis]

Dante was silent then he realized that he had to relieve himself. "Be right back." He said to Dreamer. He stood up took no more than two steps and fell into a table knocking its contents onto the floor. He, and everyone at the table cursed. One guy, a big male, stood and started yelling at Dante.

Dante pulled himself from the floor and barely managed to duck under a swing from the large attacker. He landed three hits in rapid succession, one to the stomach and two to the face, knocking the man out. The bar was silent. Dante went out back, did his business and re entered. By now things were back in full swing.

He staggered over to the bar and took his seat. "Sorry bout that." He said to Dreamer.

[Jasen "Dreamer" Masters]

When Dante had fallen back, he had not noticed that he had knocked into Dreamer stool. It wobbled for a moment, and by the time Dante was finished with the large man, Dreamer crashed to the floor. The tavern was in uproar for a moment before someone helped Dreamer up and everyone began to talk again.

Dreamer had a cold glass of milk rested against his forhead when Dante arrived. Dreamer set the glass down and smiled, "Sorry about what?" Dreamer asked.

[Dante Grixis]

Dante shrugged. "That whole thing." He replied simply and took a gulp of milk. His head hurt from where he had hit it on his way down. "At least I didn't get beat senseless." He said a laughed a bit. It was actually surprised at himself for being able to manage in his drunken state. He figured years of fighting had just made it an instinct, that he could do it under any condition. His muscles were conditioned to dodge and attack without and real thought.

[Jasen "Dreamer" Masters]

"Well in that case, I forgive you" Dreamer said smiling, "but they may think other wise". He indicated to the group behind them clamoring over the large man who was just coming to. "I didnt see it, but i guess you did a number on him" he said, amused.

Dreamer looked around the rest of the room and noticed that everyone was either gathering closer or moving away. It seemed everyone was expecting there to be a brawl. Dreamer shook his head, "Looks like i might have my work cut out for me, huh?".

[Dante Grixis]

Dante chuckled. "If you play you music like you did earlier, I'm sure this tavern will be a very quiet place. You know, aside from the music." He said and smiled. "That music seems to calm people, quite magical really." He said.

He looked around and saw that a few people were looking at him and talking quietly. He began to get paranoid. Did they know him for his assassin skills? Were they from Spain, hunting him for killing the King?

He handed the bartender a small coin purse. "For the damage." He said before the bartender could ask. The bartender smiled and thanked Dante.

[Jasen "Dreamer" Masters]

Dreamer tensed up when Dante said Magical. Dreamer didnt know how that was possible, he thought his magic could only come from his singing. Dreamer started to think about it and started to grow worried. He couldnt just play Magic, literally, to a whole tavern.

Could he?

Dreamer knew he was going to have to ask Merlin about it later. He knew there had to be other people in the guild, but Merlin was the only one he knew, and so far trusted. Dreamer grabbed his milk and guzzled the whole thing down.

[Dante Grixis]

Dante smiled at Dreamer. He pulled his cloak tighter around himself, suddenly cold. He hated being cold more than most other things. He Down the last of his glass of milk and wiped his lips. A few more people entered and found seats at the many tables. Dante wondered what time it was.

Between he and Dreamer it was silent, each in his own thoughts. Dante couldn't think of anything to say so he sat quietly waiting for Dreamer.

[Jasen "Dreamer" Masters]

Dreamer knew it was probably stupid to ask, but his curiosity compelled him. "When you say magical...what do you mean?" Dreamer asked Dante. Dreamer needed to know what Dante meant by it, it could mean wheather Dreamer played again or not, at least for the moment.

It scared him, Dreamer knew he had magical power in his grasp. His curiosity over that power forced him to keep going, but he didnt want to give up singing and playing. At this rate, Dreamer was afraid to tap his foot, incase his magic didnt come out threw dance too.

[Dante Grixis]

Dante paused and thought. What did he mean? "Well... hypnotic." He finally said. "Your music is so awe inspiring that it seems to make people not want to do anything but listen." He continued. He grabbed his glass of milk and took a gulp.

"Magic isn't a bad thing Dreamer. It's a gift." He said without really thinking. He knew that Dreamer probably wasn't a mage but the boy seemed frightened at the idea of magic.