[OPEN] NO MORE BEAR MEAT

[wilder]

Who: Zelos and YOU
What: Sick of hanging around the Sanctum (and bear meat), Zelos decides to head out
Where: Silverglen Retreat
When: Todayish?
Warnings: Swearing and violence most likely

[A. Silverglen Retreat. OPEN TO RED, BRONZE AND GREEN FLIGHTS.]

[It seriously hadn't taken long for Zelos to be sick of hanging around the Sanctum and training all the time. Being kept somewhere for his safekeeping had never sat well with him, after all. So he worked on learning about the other areas from the dragons. Sure, most places in the area seemed to want to happily kill him- but it sounded like Silverglen Retreat would be alright for a first stop!]

[Especially if he wanted to get food that wasn't flame-cooked bear meat.]

[And so, ignoring warnings of how it was dangerous outside, he headed out to Silverglen Retreat. He made it there without incident, and once he proved he was a Redsworn, he was allowed in with only wary staresm - which was something he was used to anyway.]

[His hair probably makes him for an easy person to spot in the marketplace, and currently he's wandering the stalls trying to figure out how to get supplies in a trade-based economy when your life skills are well, limited, to say the least.]

[B. Forest outside Silverglen Retreat. OPEN TO ALL.]

[Eventually it seemed some elf decided to throw him a bone (or just get to stop hitting on their daughters for stuff) and made an arrangement that if he brought back a number of stag flanks- they'd give him some supplies he needed. Which hey, he could do that! He could fight, so that shouldn't be a problem, right?]

[Except, for one problem your character might come across, as he kneels over a stag that's clearly been killed by fire and sword cuts - a look of frustrated confusion very clear on his face]

Damn...where's the flank again?

Comments

[wilder]

You're avoiding Silverglen? How come?

[Somebody didn't get the memo about black and blue flights!]

[hyanaimne]

[she could come up with a lot of reasons, aside from her flight. But she may as well tell the truth]

I am with the blue flight.

[wilder]

Huh? What's that matter?

[ugh, it felt so unlike him to be the one asking these questions, but he really was in the dark about everything. What a pain]

[hyanaimne]

Well, for one, I heard we are not welcome there . . . ["heard", anyway. But she wasn't taking her chances]

Regardless of that, though, I am more one for the forests than the cities.

[wilder]

That so, huh... [It doesn't make much sense to him, but then again, when do such rules ever do?] Any idea why? I kinda figured the flights would be the same- they let me in once I proved I was with the Red guys.

[hyanaimne]

[she shakes her head and shrugs]

I haven't a clue. But there is nothing I need from there anyway - I am really just exploring, for now.

[and until she finds a portal back to the sanctum. But that's last on the list of her concerns right now]

[wilder]

Alright, alright... [Guess he'll have to find out later] Find anything interesting yet?

[hyanaimne]

A lot of different fauna I have never seen before.

[no Tempest only you find that sort of thing interesting]

[wilder]

[Wow that's the sort of response Raine would give. Maybe even Genis. Half-elves.]

...Fascinating.

[hyanaimne]

. . . not interested in that sort of thing, are you.

[she says that knowing full well he probably isn't, and that amuses the hell out of her]

[wilder]

[He gives a lazy shrug and flick of his sword]

I'm interested in knowing if something's poisonous, or if it'll taste good! But I can't say much more than that.

[hyanaimne]

That much I've yet to discover, but - [and she shoots his kill a pointed look] I do know I should find out soon, if I want to avoid eating things like that.

[wilder]

- Oh! Right! That guy! I'm not gonna eat him.

[He gives a weak laugh]

Someone in the town said they'd give me supplies if I brought them back some stag flanks. You know, like salt and stuff.

[hyanaimne]

Ah, trading, then.

[it's still gross, though]

[wilder]

Yeah...apparently that's how you get stuff here!

[No currency? That's just weird to him. And hush Tempest, HE JUST CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE BEAR MEAT]

Anyway, any idea where a flank on a stag is?

[hyanaimne]

That is not so strange . . . where I lived in the capital, they did that quite often.

[she looks to the deer again and . . . makes a face] It is the lower part of the belly . . . I think.

[wilder]

Well not where I'm from. Gald did the talking.

[....]

You..think? About how sure are you?

[hyanaimne]

I do not know what gald is—gold?

[she's kneeling down, now, to investigate . . . without touching]

I am . . . fairly sure? I have done some hunting, but I never got a lesson in . . . which parts are eaten and which aren't.

[wilder]

Yeah, that's right. I dunno how it got that name.

[WEIRD TALES THING.]

Great..I only really saw it once it was skinned and ready to cook. But it's a good a guess as any.

[Which he'll take! He draws a dagger and looks at a spot to start cutting into]

[hyanaimne]

We have gold and silver . . . which are made into coins, for the most part.

[oh you crazy rpg characters.

She shifts to pull her knife from her boot to help, though she shoots him an amused look] Do you at least know this part?

[wilder]

Silver too? Huh!

[WEIRD.]

[He chuckles a little nervously] Sure sure! I know what it looks like...I think!

[hyanaimne]

Oh. Well, by all means.

[she gestures in a "go ahead" way]

[wilder]

Uh...right! Right!

[HE CAN DO THIS. He takes a breath and aims for a spot and JAMS HIS KNIFE IN]

[And from the purely nauseous smell that shows up, it looks like he hit the stomach!]

- Crap!

[hyanaimne]

I think you missed.

[is what she probably said in between all that laughter]

[wilder]

[He meanwhile is gagging from the smell]

Ya think?!

Jeez- that's awful! Ugh!