<font color='#3BB9FF'><table width="320" style="border-bottom:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-top:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-left:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-right:1px #FFFFFF solid" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="3" align="center" bgcolor="lightgrey "><tr><td><p align="left"> <font face="Verdana" size="1" color="steelblue"> <center>D a y › 10 Q u a r t e r › Dyo Y e a r › 2 S p e e c h > "In parenthesis and bolded" T h o u g h t s > Underlined T e l e p a t h s > {In brackets} C h a r a c t e r >Thren Thren never liked coming around these dark parts but he had to. He was here for some animals that he knew could be found here and since they were usually slaughtered he always bought them and released them into his mini-paradise.While Thren was here he always stoped by the Grubby Tabby which was one of his favorite Taberns.He sometimes met up with his friends there for there special Kilki Drink which in Threns opnion was one of the best drinks. <font face="Verdana" size="1" color="sea red">I wonder what new Fauna I'll find here but first let me go to the Grubby Tabby maybe some of my friends are there.</font> <font face="Verdana" size="1" color="steelblue">Threns friends where the ones who helped him rescue the fauna but he usually found very mean people against his cause and those people usually got into fights with Thren but Thren was well prepared. He uasually had a few spells up his sleeve and he did no how to fight paw-to-paw but prefared magic. When he got there he took a seat near the bar and ordered his favorite drink while lookin around to see who was in here. </left></tr></td></table><center></font>
<font color='#48CCCD'>OOC: I hope you don't mind me joining . this is a continuation of the post in Walking In, Bhim. BIC: Kuentin opened his eyes painfully and, with a lot of effort sat up to see where he happened to be. The last thing he remembered were a pair of deep blue eyes and he had no idea of how much time had gone by since then. His vision was still blur and he could just about make out his surroundings. He was in what seemed to be a hospital room and a nurse  was filling a jar with a dark liquid besides him. He looked up at her, but, as he lifted his head, was filled with such anguish that he lay back down immediately. You had better rest a little more, Sir. You can then pay us and leave. We have a lot of patients waiting, you know. Said the nurse, without any sign of sympathy. Kuentin closed his eyes and thought about what he would do next. He now remembered that he had been robbed and had no means of payment. the little possessions he still had were the pendant which, thankfully, still hung around his neck, and his potions and charms, all of which he was eager to part with. Well, he thought, I will have to get away without paying then. He ignored the unbearable pain as he reached for a small glass vial besides his table, removed it's top and took a sip out of it. His pain instantly subsided and he gave out a little sigh of relief. Now for the escaping. He smiled at the nurse and asked for a glass of water. She mumbled something about not being a slave and left the room. Kuentin immediately made for the exit and was surprised not to encounter any resistance - the hospital had very little personel and they were all very busy.  He walked over to a near by tavern. How did i end up in hospital? Maybe some kind soul brought me there .. Maybe Blue eyes? No, I doubt it. Oh well, will have to thank whoever did someday. He entered the Grubby tabby and went up to the bar. He looked around and decided to sit next to a darkish blue pendragon who didn't seem to be the type to put a fight. and, anyway, though he was a lot older, he wasn't bigger that Kuentin. A Kilki drink please . he called out to the barman. He, of course, knew that he would not be able to pay but he felt too thirsty to think about the consequences. Drink first, think later.</font>
<font color='#ADA96E'>Louran walked in from the markets quite pleased about his excursion. He had finally had the chance to re-plenish his herb stock with some dried soja husks, extra tupmatt, and some excellent quality Terilliam grass. He sat at one of the poorly maintained tables, and wondered who long it would take him to return home to the academy. He set his travelling plans aside, and decided to order a quick drink. Suddenly his mood shifted to strong unease as the cold stare of one pendragons eyes met Louran's as he stood up. Louran quickly sat back down, and steeled himself for the worst. He stood once more, and calmly approached the bar the stangers eyes followed him all the way. Excuse me...barkeep could I get a Yalinta over here?, he asked.</font>
<font color='#A255'>ooc// if there's room for one more? xD ic// The doors swung open once more, as another stepped into the room, taking no cautions to go unnoticed. He walked rather proudly, nose high in the air, long, confident strides a sure sign of well-bred heritage, and, most likely, the wealth he possessed. Greytoned pelt was well-cleaned and brushed, short, slightly uneven hair parted neatly upon his head. Well-polished sunglasses hid his eyes extremely well, they looked almost completely opaque, enough to make one wonder if the fellow could really see through them. Yet his haughty matter gave the impression that perhaps he simply deemed others too much below him to look at them directly. Yet, someone who was born with a golden spoon in their mouths had no business being in these parts. He strolled over to the bar, elegantly taking his seat besides the others. "Bartender," he said, vocals rich and slightly accented, "Get me a drink. No, I don't care what it is. Just do it." His words suggested that he was used to people taking his orders, and quickly. Well-preened digits drumme dover the counter impatiently.</font>
<font color='#48CCCD'>Kuentin noticed the newcomer as he entered and sat a few seats away from him. This seemed to be the perfect opportunity. This person MUST have money, a lot of it ... Kuentin was far from being a thief, and, usually, he was more or less as good as you can get. He was honest, kind ... He would never hurt a fly - unless he found it to be absolutely necessary. In this case, drinking was a necessity. Yet a part of his mind was telling him that theft wasn't right and that there were other ways of solving his problem. Of course, begging wasn't the most beautiful aspect and would fatlly wound his pride but stealing from a random stranger was against his ethics. He took a small sip of his now half empty glass of Kilki drink, hoping it would last long enough for him to find a plan before the bartender came with the bill.</font>
<font color='#A255'>As he waited, the stranger's gaze started to float idly around the room... and landed on Kuentin. Something within his expression changed then, but it was near impossible to tell what. He got up, and sauntered over, eyeing his drink curiously. Taking a seat next to this guy, he motioned to the bartender, who quickly finished fixing, yes, a kilki drink, and brought it over. The rich guy seemed to scrutinize the drink before him carefully. Slowly, he raised the glass to meet his lips, taking a deep sip. Brows turning downwards, he swallowed as it were painful, and slowly said, "What game are you trying to play with me, sir?" Then, slamming the glass onto the counter so hard it might've broken on contact, he repeated, yelling for the whole bar to hear, "WHAT IS THIS?! It's disgusting!" He looked about ready to turn a table over, but there was no table, so he resorted instead to chucking the kilki at the offender, who narrowly ducked out of the way, getting bits of the drink on his forehead. As it shattered somehere, the aristocrat, fuming, pointed angrily at him and breathed, "Fix. Me. Another one. You swine! Or else I'll have this whole establishment taken to the ground!" Looking scared out of his wits, the barkeep scampered over to work, as the other barked orders at him."Something alcoholic! With a splash of squeet juice! And a twist! And a straw! And there better be a little umbrella!" His beverage finished, it was now delivered to him nervously. As with the previous, he sniffed it first, then took a small sip... and smiled. Apparently satisfied, he leaned back in his chair.. or not if there were stools. Once more, his gaze returned to Kuentin, and he smiled. 'So, how are you gonna pay for that?"</font>
<font color='#ADA96E'>Louran watched him sip his drink before slamming it down so hard that Louran flinched as it struck the counter. Louran merely piffed the air as the pendragon hurled his glass and threats that someone in his position could easilly back-up. As the barkeep fetched him yet another drink. Pleased he seemed to calm down, and sat with someone at a nearby table. Louran rose from his seat to gather his belongings from his table directly behind the two. Preparing to leave, he caught the pendragons words, reaching into his satchel he brought out a little extra money. He tapped the stranger on the back his paw outstreched. "Here take it " he said. His gaze left and settled on the others face smiling "That's how", Louran replied smugly.</font>
<font color='#48CCCD'>Kuentin sank lower into his seat and smiled uneasily as he met the shaded eyes. His eyes pleaded sheepishly as he tried to find some excuse or solution to his now growing problem. He couldn't help but see the bartender's suspicious eyes as the stranger asked him how he would pay. He was now pretty sure that many eyes were on him and that he was in deep trouble. N..No Sir, I .. i wasn't playing any games, I didn't mean to do nothing Sir. He tried to say in a confident tone of voice but all that came out was but an almost inaudible whisper. He was about to add that he would be able to pay, somehow, when he felt a tap on his back. At first he didn't feel like turning around as he feared it would be yet more trouble but he reluctantly did and was surprised to see the chap he had seen as he had come in and even more shocked when he noticed the money in his paw. He was too appalled to say anything. Generosity was rare in these lands. He opened his mouth but the words wouldn't come out so he just smiled gratefully and took the money, which he immediately handed to the bartender. He then turned around again, and, now that he was once again able to speak he replied cooly. Why, thank you Sir. I don't know how to thank you. Please do tell me how I should repay you? I have no money and have been robbed of most of my possessions but, sir, I am willing to offer my skills as an apprentice in both Dark arts and Healing.</font>
<font color='#ADA96E'>Louran smiled, and sat back down deciding not to leave just yet. He gestured for the young pendragon to sit with him at his table. "No need to go to any trouble on my behalf son. Just stay out of trouble...it's not very safe around here as you can see. Anyway lets not remain strangers. I'm Louran, may I enquire your name?" Louran's attention wandered back to the barkeep again. "Barkeep two Kilki drinks over here if you please"</font>
<font color='#A255'>"Now there's something you don't see every day..." His expression had shifted to something between looking susupicious and ready to laugh. "At least not in these parts. You're pretty stupid, huh?" The question, directed to the generous doctor, was said with a smile. "Speaking of which... I guess I should pay for this filth..." Volume elevated a bit, gaze shifted to the barkeep. "Although, after the way I've been treated..." There was something in his voice, something in his face, that commanded total attention. It left no room for thinking on one's own behalf, simply to listen to what he had to say, for it was the complete truth. Arm brushed the counter smoothly, resting there as he eyed the server with expectation. He quickly mumbled something apologetic, which translated roughly to an ending such as... ah, sir, it'll be for free. The stranger smiled, satisfied. "Good boy." Digits closed around the miniature ornament decorating his drink, and he commenced twirling it between his fingers, a bored look plastered over that mug.</font>
<font color='#48CCCD'>Kuentin was utterly disgusted by the rich stranger's behaviour. Yet he couldn't help but feel a little envious. He could do with such authority. Well, these parts could do with a little more generosity ... He growled, and, as he saw he tyranise the poor bartender, he added: ... And a little less stinginess ! He the turned to Louran, smiled and said, My name's Kuentin, Sir.</font>
<font color='#ADA96E'>Louran thought about the rich pendragons question and quickly returned his answer. Maybe I am, but then I'm sure by the way you act generosity isn't one of your better traints, he said. Louran then expected the pendragons person, and asked a question of his own. And what about yourself my good man? You're bound not to feel very safe wandering these "parts", dressed as you are in such.....extravagant attaire. Louran sat calmly awaiting this suave males answer.</font>
<font color='#A255'>Maw curled into a small smile, and one could almost be sure that his eyes were twinkling fondly behind those glasses. As he regarded the ready doctor carefully, something seemed to ease on his persona. Perhaps some sort of guard. "No... it never was. And that, my good fellow, is why I live a better life than you." The glass was brought to his lips once more, whip of a tail swaying calmly behind him. The drink was set down slowly, and mouth wiped daintily in even less of a hurry. He seemed utterly relaxed in this setting, which was confirmed by his smooth response, "Hardly. I rather like these parts, filled with such filth... Why, I could pick any one of those petty thieves off the street and have him executed, just for the sake of keeping toes in line... and my own entertainment, of course." Another swig of his beverage, and he added, "But do remember, that scum such as these are needed to hoist the better parts of society onto their shoulders. I mean, labor issues and such." He looked thoughtful for a moment, gaze drifting off to the bar ceiling, digits dancing over the wood once more. Then, he absently added, "Call me Mr. Frank." Frank quirked a brow at Kuentin, fingers suddenly found twiddling with each other, though the transaction was never seen. "Yes... Stingy Mr. Frank."</font>
<font color='#ADA96E'>Louran suddenly felt pangs of suspicion, about this now named stranger. There was definetly more to this pendragon than met the eye. Perhaps he was very chummy with the more feared lurkers of the streets, which may of shed light on his calm, and collected attitude. He was now throwing accusations around in his head, but dared not speak them. "Tell me this Mr. Frank, you wouldn't happen to work to anyone would you?", Louran asked. "It's just I'm sure someone in your standing wouldn't....erm....slum like this without reason."</font>
<font color='#A255'>He glanced sideways at him, orbs narowing. "No." Following the quick response, another drink was taken, composure kept. ooc// extremely short post, excuse me. stupid, stupid school's in the way. only one more week...</font>
