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  1. (Oops. I forgot I was here. Sorry guys!) Nicholas couldn't help but flinch slightly once he saw how easily the man towered over the table. However, he steeled his nerves in spite of himself and stood tall in the man's shadow. He even dared to look him right in the eye. "State your business, stranger!"
  2. "A disease, you say?" Nicholas pondered Daafite's story. He was certainly no doctor, nor did he know very much about medicine at all. However, he wasn't one to resist a call to adventure. Helping a damsel in need was the knightly thing to do, of course! "I would be honored to join you, fair Daafite, in vanquishing this evil and reclaiming your homeland." Nicholas stood up straight, pushing his chair backwards with a squeak. "No matter what it takes!"
  3. Nicholas raised an eyebrow when Ker popped back up. It struck him as a little odd that so many people that he'd recognized from the gate were now congregating around their table. Even if they were there because of the satyress, one would expect at least some degree of familiarity among them all. That didn't seem to be the case. And besides, what were the odds that so many non-human creatures had shown up in town in the first place? He absentmindedly traced small circles on the table's surface with his finger. Perhaps this entire encounter was fated? He shook his head to himself and closed his hand. Fate had nothing to do with this. It was merely a coincidence. Shortly afterwards, though, he became aware of the nasty looks directed towards their table and the whispers of increasing frequency. Nicholas sighed. He was willing to bet they weren't saying good things about them. Should worst come to worst, he could probably hold his own in a confrontation, but he was hoping it wouldn't have to come to that. Besides, he really did want to know why the satyress was here in the first place. Deliberately avoiding the stares from those around them, Nicholas decided to try and begin a conversation before the others could take much notice themselves. "Excuse me, fair Daafite, but would you mind my asking what on earth brings you to such a horrid place, if not for the drinks? Have you come here in search of something?"
  4. (Hey everyone! I spoke to Ryan on Steam earlier today to try and find out what's up, since she's been absent for so long. Turns out that she is, in fact, not dead! She plans to continue with the RP soon, since she has some good ideas that she doesn't want going to waste. This thread should start picking back up once she finishes her college work, which shouldn't take too-too long.) (Basically, get hype.)
  5. Ban Geni for pointing out a grammatical error in...whatever that was?? Dee is very confused.
  6. (Also waiting, Ryan where in the name of heck art thou!)
  7. "My name is Nicholas Weaver. Pleased to meet you, Daafite." He took a seat at the table, glancing over at Twent but not saying anything.
  8. (GOSH DANGIT RYAN, I WAS LIKE JUST ABOUT TO POST.) Nicholas' hand briefly brushed by the side of his belt, but he clenched it into a fist and lowered his head. The satyress was right, unfortunately. It wasn't worth the trouble to confront these men. It didn't exactly feel right, but then again, the alternative would probably be a fight...and getting kicked out was the last thing he wanted to do. He was already feeling a little foolish, so he elected to step back and sit down next to her. Only to then, of course, find out they planned to move tables anyways. Oh well. It was probably for the best, he thought, glancing back over at the drunken men. "Yes. That would be much appreciated."
  9. Nicholas scowled at the men. Truly despicable, to treat a defenseless woman like that! Especially one so meek-looking as herself. The injustice made his stomach churn. He took a breath, composed himself, and briskly strode over to the satyress, standing between her and the drunken men. Turning to them, he shot them the nastiest glare a 14-year old could possibly muster. "Leave her alone, you ruffians!" His tone was dead serious (despite being slightly at odds with the message itself).
  10. Nicholas quietly slipped through the gate while Twent spoke with the guard. Honestly, he was glad to be out of the spotlight. It always felt a little awkward having to explain himself to adults. The disapproving look the guard had given him didn't help things much, but at least he was finally inside. He breathed a quick sigh of relief and went about his business. While wandering the streets, he spotted the satyress duck into the town's tavern. He'd seen a lot of strange races already, but a satyr was definitely an oddity, especially in such a crowded city. Certainly worth checking out. Curiously enough, though, a few of the other people he had seen in line earlier seemed to have the same idea, as they were now making their way towards the building as well. Nick shrugged and walked towards the tavern, hoping that his relatively young age wouldn't attract much notice.
  11. Without missing a beat, Nicholas straightened his posture and rattled off his reply. "Nicholas, 14, human. Squire to Sir Benedict." He nodded quickly, trying to hide the fact that he was a little bit nervous.
  12. Ban Pyro for still using the pixel-art avatar I made for him, even though it's been almost a year since it was originally created. I'm not touched at all. Nope, not one bit...*sniff*
  13. (Ahhh, thank you for the map. I must admit, I was fairly confused as to my location for a little while. *cough*) Nicholas smirked. For being guards, they sure didn't seem to appreciate their jobs very much. Although, judging by who was coming in, and how the guards seemed to treat events like this as an everyday occurrence, he really couldn't blame them. He patiently waited for Ria to finish, while silently rehearsing what he would say once it was his turn.
  14. "...Uhm, likewise." Nicholas' focus was currently elsewhere; specifically, he was staring at the lizard person, who had somehow gotten up the top of the wall after screaming something about dragons. He squinted his eyes. What in God's name was it even doing up there?
  15. "Ahh, I would never attack a fine damsel such as yourself. Dragon or no." He scratched the back of his head, then continued. "So, you've no idea either? Strange. Perhaps we'll learn once we make it through." "Oh, where are my manners! I've completely forgotten to introduce myself. I am Nicholas, squire to Sir Benedict. Pray tell, what can I call you in return?"