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Razz · 08-13-2003, 10:59 PM

Slowly walking down the dirt roads of Naskin Village, Jace kept a keen eye on all that was around him. He was trained to do so. With his right hand still holding onto the handle of his sheathed thin, short sword, he continued walking. He got to the inn and walked up the creaking steps to the door. The door was old and wooden. It was cracked in several places, and broken in a few more. Jace turned the nob and entered. The floor was loud when he walked to the inn-keeper's desk. The red-haired warrior put his hand on the desk and twittled his fingers to get the keeper's attention. Eventually, the inn-keeper slowly turned around, revealing his grungey, unshaved face. He was a man who didn't really care what he looked like . . . he didn't seem to change his clothes too often either. He stared at Jace with a cocked eyebrow, licking the inside of his mouth - pushing his cheek with his tongue.
"Yeah? Waddya want?" The inn-keeper reluctantly and rudely asked.
"I'd like a room for the night . . ." Jace quietly stated.
"We ain't got any."
"Sir, I've traveled for days without a bed. If you could please se-"
"I said, we ain't got nuth'n!"
Jace backed away a few steps. He shrugged. Jace reached into his pocket and pulled out a few GP. He played with it in his hand for a moment while the keeper stared at it for a while. Jace flicked one piece and it landed on the desk. He stared the inn-keeper in the eyes. He flicked the rest onto the desk. The inn-keeper's eyes widenned and a smile grew on his face. He reached under his desk and pulled out a sheet of paper.
"I'll need yer signature here." The inn-keeper said with a smile.
Jace walked up and signed it.
"Alright, Mr . . . uh . . . Jason Regano."
"Please, call me Jace."
"Er, indeed. Well, yer room's the second last at the end of the corridor. Just take thuh stairs to yer right!"
Jace nodded and went to his room. He openned the door. As he gazed upon the untidy wreckage, he sighed.
"This is no better than sleeping on moss with a rock for a pillow . . . Awell. At least I get a blanket."
He walked to his bed, covered up, and slept.

08-13-2003, 10:59 PM	#7
Razz Senior Member Senior Member Join Date: Sep 2001 Location: Your Mind . . . Posts: 1,769 Post Thanks / Like Thanks (Given): Thanks (Received): Likes (Given): Likes (Received): Dislikes (Given): Dislikes (Received): Points: 0 Mentioned: 0 Post(s) Tagged: 0 Thread(s) Quoted: 0 Post(s)	Slowly walking down the dirt roads of Naskin Village, Jace kept a keen eye on all that was around him. He was trained to do so. With his right hand still holding onto the handle of his sheathed thin, short sword, he continued walking. He got to the inn and walked up the creaking steps to the door. The door was old and wooden. It was cracked in several places, and broken in a few more. Jace turned the nob and entered. The floor was loud when he walked to the inn-keeper's desk. The red-haired warrior put his hand on the desk and twittled his fingers to get the keeper's attention. Eventually, the inn-keeper slowly turned around, revealing his grungey, unshaved face. He was a man who didn't really care what he looked like . . . he didn't seem to change his clothes too often either. He stared at Jace with a cocked eyebrow, licking the inside of his mouth - pushing his cheek with his tongue. "Yeah? Waddya want?" The inn-keeper reluctantly and rudely asked. "I'd like a room for the night . . ." Jace quietly stated. "We ain't got any." "Sir, I've traveled for days without a bed. If you could please se-" "I said, we ain't got nuth'n!" Jace backed away a few steps. He shrugged. Jace reached into his pocket and pulled out a few GP. He played with it in his hand for a moment while the keeper stared at it for a while. Jace flicked one piece and it landed on the desk. He stared the inn-keeper in the eyes. He flicked the rest onto the desk. The inn-keeper's eyes widenned and a smile grew on his face. He reached under his desk and pulled out a sheet of paper. "I'll need yer signature here." The inn-keeper said with a smile. Jace walked up and signed it. "Alright, Mr . . . uh . . . Jason Regano." "Please, call me Jace." "Er, indeed. Well, yer room's the second last at the end of the corridor. Just take thuh stairs to yer right!" Jace nodded and went to his room. He openned the door. As he gazed upon the untidy wreckage, he sighed. "This is no better than sleeping on moss with a rock for a pillow . . . Awell. At least I get a blanket." He walked to his bed, covered up, and slept.