Logs:An Unlikely Source
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| RL Date: 10 February, 2013 |
| Who: Z'ian, Malachi |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Z'ian goes to speak to his brother about tracking down rumors at Telgar. He's given a possible, if unlikely source. |
| Where: Telgar Area |
| When: Day 14, Month 13, Turn 30 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Snowy, cold. |
| OOC Notes: Vignette~ |
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| "You sick? Why is your face so damn red?" Malachi narrowed his eyes, staring at him with intense scrutiny across the dingy table in the smoky bar. "It's called sunburn. I'm sure you've heard of it? And I think I'm getting a cold." Z'ian sniffed and took a long swallow from his tall mug of ale. "It's winter. You spendin' that much time outside in winter?" He wasn't impressed with the answer obviously, but he couldn't be bothered to sit and listen to the entire explanation either. "Whatever. Look, like I was saying. You want to track down ghosts at Telgar, you're going to want to talk to Q'tan." "I wasn't spend- You're such an obnoxious prick." He sighed, just a touch of good natured exasperation in his voice. "And Q'tan is?" Malachi laughed his own brand of deep throated chuckle. "Yet you keep coming around." He downed the rest of his drink and wiped his hand across his mouth. "Q'tan is this older than dirt brownrider. He's pretty much part of the foundation at Telgar, he doesn't have any official sort of position. But." "But?" Z'ian lifted his eyebrows, waiting for the part of the conversation where his brother was going to tell him something useful. "Q'tan is like an information broker. Sort of. He's drowning in the drink these days, but don't be misled. The old bastard is sharp as fuck. He's mostly on watchrider duty now. That dragon of his is practically grey now, but they spend six days out of seven greeting people into Telgar." Mal cleared his throat and leaned his forearm onto the table. "Not to mention he's near invisible to people... I think everyone else has this notion that he's sort of strange.." At first he'd felt a certain excitement about this Q'tan. But hearing that other people viewed him as abnormal wasn't exactly encouraging. "You're sure about this? An elderly, drunk watchrider from Telgar is some spy? What does he broker for, sort of?" "I'm sure. There have been times I needed a little dirt for the Craft, Q'tan hasn't failed me yet. You're going to need to pay 'em though. Give him my name; tell him that I have what he wants. He'll know." Malachi lifted his burly arm, flagging their waitress. "If there's something to be heard, he'll have heard it. Promise." Z'ian scratched at the several day old stubble on his face, wincing at the feel of his tender skin under his nails. "You owe me if I waste my time talking to a delusional old man." The Smith, flashed his brother a slow, easy smile. "Sure. Now... tell me about the girl who got you sunburned." |
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Comments on "Logs:An Unlikely Source"Jo (Jolie (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 11 Feb 2013 05:12:53 GMT.
Poor Z'ian all sunburned. XD I am intrigued by this. Q'tan, and Telgar. What are they up too~?
Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 11 Feb 2013 05:29:54 GMT.
Tsk, tsk, Z'ain. So quick to judge a book by its cover. x3 I hope this Q'tan guy'll learn you some.
Also: Bumbumbuuuum.
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