Borta was pleasantly suprised, most of the Bastin he'd met spoke human, but rarely Keidran. It was a refreshing change to find one who seemed to do so fluently

"[My thanks Terry.]" He began, lowering himself into a seat opposite him "[I'm called Borta...]" he paused briefly to watch for any hint of recognition in the Bastin's face, but if there was any, he didn't give it away. Not that Borta was expecting any, he was hardly famous.
"[I'm just travelling, having another look round the world to see if its improved since the last time.]" he continued, relaxing into the chair "[And yourself? I'd assume...]" he glanced at the hammer "[...buisness?]"

As Victor continued his walk, he noted the something that struck him as absolutely hilarious. While it might not be good form to laugh, he couldn't help it. A Keidran had wandered up to the water at the port, and for some odd reason decided that it would be a good idea to try and take a drink. As they sprang up disgusted, he was less surprised as they wandered back into town.

Out of town, I imagine. Probably out of environment too. Probably doesn't even know what they are doing here.....I wonder if they would happen to be a one time slave? Hmm...

Slightly curious, Victor decided he would tag along and see if there was anything else that this interesting individual would present to himself. It wasn't like he had any business to attend to today. Besides, keeping track of the wandering Keidran would help practice his skills of tracking. Checking his equipment and cloak, Victor went on his way grinning. Perhaps the day would get more exciting, as to find work and pay, you needed to be able to find and follow the interesting folks.

A game it is then! Let us have some fun today, rather than this boorish city with nothing going on. May you bring more good times with you...

"[Right now I'm actually going to take a bit of a break.]" Terry replied. "[I just finished up an escort job this morning so I figured I'd relax for a few days; see what kind of trouble I can get into on my own time.]" Sitting back, he let out a contented sigh. "[Been thinking 'bout heading north, back to Fellan where I grew up. Maybe cross the border into the Human Kingdom, see if I can find out anything 'bout my parents. Long shot though after so many years.]"

The old man yelled out to the mercenaries to not kill his wife, but they wouldn't listen. In a cry that rung in Chris' ears, the wife was cut down, and blood drops splattered onto Chris' face, and his eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. He then watched as the old man was quickly, but bloodily chopped down. Chris stood there frozen, unable to do anything but watch.

"Why Chris, Why did you not save the parents of the little girl? She did not have to grow up alone." Chris heard his mother say.

"It's all your fault for them being dead Chris, all your fault." His father added.

"Why Chris, whyyyyyyyy?" They both moaned.

Why am I having this dream? I thought I got over it. Why now? And with that Chris quickly got lost in his own thoughts, completely oblivious to his surroundings.

Victor followed the Keidran for a time, not at all concerned about being spotted in the slightly crowded streets. Besides, he could always just keep walking if they ever seemed to suspect anything. However, it seemed she planned on making a lot more trouble than she might be worth. She seemed to not know a damned thing about living with people, or the world, or probably anything. While he couldn't quite understand what they were saying over there, he caught a word here or there. "Gold" being one, as well as "hand over", but otherwise it was pretty easy to tell that she didn't have a coin to her name, and also didn't understand what that meant. Also got defensive about something for "years". While Victor was tempted to let it keep going onward, he recognized the chance of a fight breaking out and his only interesting thing of the day being hauled off to a cell, or killed.

Well, now what? Gonna step in? It is probably a horrible idea, and you probably can't say more than 10 words to her but....here goes.

"HEY! How much?" Victor shouted over at the merchant, pushing forwards to get within the ring that was starting to form around the two. It was annoying drawing attention, but it was necessary to keep things going. In the back of his head, he quietly hoped that this particular bit of meat was not expensive....or he could swap it for another bit that was cheaper.

Well, I WAS bored, but now I may be being an idiot. Here is to hoping that the merchant doesn't try to overcharge me. I'm not in the mood for that kind of idiocy.

"[I'm sorry to hear about your parents]" Borta began, begining to take an interest in this unusual Bastin "[and I think the Human Kingdom would be as good a place as any to get started. They have so many things up there that can help a person out. Mages, records...]" he simled to himself longingly "[libraries. Yes, a good place for information, assuming you keep your wits about you. Although I doubt anyone would try anything on you ]"
Something had been nagging at the back of Borta's mind, and it finally clicked into place:
"[I don't mean to pry, but you must be the first Bastin I've met not to wear...something on your feet. Isn't that...unusual?]"

"[ I don't mean to pry, but you must be the first Basitin I've met not to wear...something on your feet. Isn't that...unusual?]"

Terry raised an eyebrow at that. "[You know you're the only one I've met who has said something 'bout the wraps and not this.]" He said, tapping the old slave collar around his neck. "[But yes you are right it is unusual. Like I said I grew up in Fellan, which is a small Border Nation quite a ways north from here, but I was actually born in the Human Kingdom. I guess after I was born my parents decided they didn't want to lose their son, so they and a few other decided to escape. The way I heard it my father died in the initial breakout while my mum and I, still a babe-in-arms, went into the wilderness. Long story short, she ended up in Fellan and died shortly after, while I was adopted by a Keidran Master-At-Arms who raised me. I was never brought up under all those ridiculous 'Laws' the Basitins have so; yeah I don't wear the wraps. Made the first encounter I had with other Basitins when I was seventeen kinda interesting.]"

Sitting back he sipped his coffee, he went on. "[Yeah, I wear the collar as a memento from my mum, it was the only thing of substance she had when Lex found her. The medallion is Lex's, he was the only father I ever knew, and as it's the Seal of the Baron of Idrin it also allows me to remain un-hassled if I'm in Fellan.]"

Chris took one more sip from his glass of water, Why do am I having this nightmare? Will it haunt me for the rest of my life? Maybe I should just go and take a walk outside, get some fresh air.

When Chris stepped outside, he took a deep breath of fresh city air, and began to walk the nightmare off. After a few minutes, Chris turned a corner and saw a crowd formed around a merchant stand. He saw this as a good distraction from his thoughts. So he strolled over to the circle, nudged his way through to the center, and saw that both a keidran and basitin were standing in front of a stand. Chris didn't see much reason why the crowd would form, but then he didn't see the beginning. Nevertheless, he stood around and waited for the end of the event.

Victor shook his head as he heard the price. It wasn't terribly unreasonable, he guessed, and the assessment of the meat wasn't exactly a terrible one. Regardless, digging into one of his inside pockets, he drew out the 5 gold and payed the man. He also noted that the Keidran was now very much staring at him. But at least they had both stopped shouting at one another.

Well, now what?

Coming to a quick decision, he grabbed the arm of the Keidran and began leading her back to the docks. He wasn't sure where else to take her at the moment, not until he was sure what exactly he had gotten himself into. That, and he wasn't even sure if she could speak a lick of Human or Basitin. Regardless, he decided keeping it Keidran was best for the moment.

[Follow. Safe.] Victor managed to say, probably some of the only words he actually knew with some success. With that, he kept his path towards the docks, not really intent on holding the arm of the Keidran if she resisted, but it was a sure thing that they couldn't stay here.

Well, now I've gone and done it. Got a Keidran who I don't know how to communicate with, out of trouble I should have left her in, with money that I didn't need to spend. Dammit. Well, here comes the interesting day I asked for.

And with the end of the little scene, Chris took his own leave and headed off down the road. He began to think about the nightmare again, and the more he thought about it, the deeper he went into his own mind. If it wasn't for bumping into people, Chris would have been lost in his own thoughts. Chris decided it was, yet again, the time to clear his mind. He figured that watching boats going in and out of the port would clear his mind. So he made his way to the port.

Chris found a dock that near the end of the harbor that wasn't being used at the moment. He went to the end of the dock, sat down to let his legs dangle off the edge, and started watching the water swaying back and forth with the ships coming in and out of the harbor. He found the scene soothing, as less people were walking down on this end of the harbor. The longer he sat there, the more he remembered sitting on a rock overlooking a lake, or laying down in a clearing on the edge of a forest, staring up at the clouds. In no time, Chris was sitting there without a care in the world, waiting for a ship to come to this end to break him out of his trance.

As Victor continued his walk, he noted that the Keidran began rattling off so many words at once he doubted if he had a better hold of the language he would be able to tell what she was saying. He could catch enough to understand kind of what was going on. He caught that she was grateful by the tone and look on her face at least. She went on to say something about "gold", and then about "groups" maybe her own...

That was about all he could catch at the moment though, though she still seemed to be very hungry and enjoying the meat that he had bought for her. Though, by the look of her she wasn't too used to having a generally simple supply of food. Nor used to wearing clothes, in how she seemed to step about in them.

Upon closer look, it seemed that she had green eyes similar to his own, as well as an interesting fur color. Interesting pattern and the like....Which is when Victor realized that perhaps he was looking a little too closely at her, and finally made it to the docking area near the water where he had seen her before. Taking a seat near the edge, Victor sighed, turning to his new....companion?

"[Little Keidran. Speak other?]" Victor said, not quite sure what else he could throw on there. "{If you can speak Basitin, that would be a lot nicer, but I doubt it at this rate.}" Victor continued, hoping that perhaps there was a little bit of hope.

Otherwise, I'm going to have to learn how to communicate better in Keidran, and how to communicate with actions and gestures. Hopefully I can keep her from getting her pretty face killed.

Otherwise, Victor gestured for the Keidran to take a seat next to himself and hopefully relax. Hopefully he could figure out how to explain a few basics of living with others, and not in the woods like she was most likely used to.

Inteagueing. This Bastin was unique as far as Borta was aware. But he certainly seemed civilised, and a Bastin who wasn't so massivly wrapped up in their own laws was an improvement as far as he was concerned.
Borta smiled to himself. When he was younger he'd written a song about the Bastin and their laws. It'd had plenty of the taverns he'd visited roaring with laughter. Until he sung it in one that had been frequented by a pair of the creatures. He'd had to pay a cleric 20 gold pieces to grow him his teeth back...
"[I can imagine your kinsmen were suprised]" Borta grinned, imagining the scene
His stomach growled insistantly "[Excuse me a moment.]" he said, turning and waving a barmaid over. After ordering a simple steak and persuading her that, no, cooking it would not be necassary, he turned back to the Bastin.
"[This may seem a bit sudden, but I don't suppose you've heard any interesting rumours lately? Pirates, smugglers, anything interesting really...]" Borta tried not to let too much hopefulness slip into his voice.

Victor shrugged, realizing that she didn't know much more, and turned his attention to the ocean as well. It was a simple, pleasant view, and it gave him some time to think about the situation he was now sitting in. He wasn't the type to just abandon someone, especially after he just spent some gold on them, for no other reason than he felt like it. He was quickly trying to remember some work he had done with a Keidran mercenary some time before. He needed to learn a few terms then, which is what he was using now.

"[No...worries.]" Victor said, hoping that he had said the terms correctly. He wasn't exactly confident in his speaking, but it would do for a while until he could get a book or something to possibly learn some more, or perhaps find someone to translate for him.

"Well, even if you can't understand me, you have a lot to learn about living out of the wilds. A lot." Victor said, not really sure what he could really say at this point. "But, I can help you out for a bit. Just don't get used to it, cause I don't know how long I'll be around here either."

Pretty sure I'm some kind of crazy, because I'm practically talking to myself at this point. But, maybe she will pick something out or up or something....

"[I can imagine your kinsmen were surprised]"

After Borta had finished ordering, he replied. "[You should've seen the looks on their faces when I clapped one of 'em on the shoulder.]" The look Borta gave him was priceless. "[What?]" Terry said, with a look of mock indignation. "[I didn't know they were so uptight then, I was just a kid...led to a pretty good brawl though.]"

"[This may seem a bit sudden, but I don't suppose you've heard any interesting rumours lately? Pirates, smugglers, anything interesting really...]"

"[Hmm nothing off the top of my head so-to-speak, or at least nothing solid. I did hear 'bout a slaver raid along the Republic's western border, but it was at least third hand info so take from that what you will.]" Terry studied the old Wolf beside him. He seen it before amongst all three species, as a man gets to the later stages in life sometimes they try and grasp the glory of their youth one last time, usually it gets them killed. Can't really blame him though, I sure as hell don't plan on going quietly into the night.

Borta sighed. A pity, still, this was a large city, and with any luck there was at least something adventerous going on
"[Well, never mind, I'm sure something will come along eventually.]" he chuckled ruefully "[Its always the way isn't it? The exciting things happen when you arent looking for them or least want them, but always hide when you're interested.]"
At this point, the food arrived, and Borta took a hungry bite from the crimson hunk of meat. It was hardly fresh, and quite cold, but it was food all the same. Borta remembered his company
"[My apologies, that can't have been pleasant.]" He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped a few flecks of blood away, drying his hands too "[I'm afraid I've been on the road for a while, and believe it or not, I'm not able to chase a deer down on my own any more.]" he smiled and cut off another piece of meat, using a knife this time.

Terry smiled and waved off the apology. "[Don't worry about it. I was raised by a Keidran remember? There wasn't a lot of what some might call 'good table manners' at the court I grew up in.]" He said. "[Hell I didn't learn the 'proper' use of tableware until I left.]"

Leaning over, he began rummaging through his bag. "Where is it?" He muttered, digging deeper. "I could of sworn I ha...shit!" Sitting up with a dejected look, he slumped back in his chair. "Damn I was kinda looking forward to a smoke." Sitting in silence his mind wandered. So, now that I've got some free time what to do? Hmm, well I could always just sit and relax...yeah right I'll be bored out of my skull in five minutes, perhaps I could...

Turning to his still eating companion he spoke up. "[I just had an idea, and don't think you're obligated to do this, but how 'bout we see if we can scare up some trouble together? Don't get me wrong, caravan guarding pays well, but my word it's dull. I haven't had a good scrap in weeks.]"

Borta licked his lips and contemplated the suggestion. It'd been a while since his last fight, and he was wary of seeing just how rusty his skills had become. But still, he doubted there could be a better person to look out for him in a scrap than the Bastin opposite.
Borta chewed a final mouthful of meat thoughtfully
"[Sounds intersting!]" he smiled "[Did you have anything specific in mind?]"

Victor listened closely when the Keidran spoke, knowing that if he didn't he might miss something that he could usually understand. "Company" seemed to be a word she used, and she giggled, which Victor wasn't sure what to make of, but he guessed that it was a good thing.

When the Keidran stood, Victor decided he might as well do the same and see what there was to do, rather than just sit there and try to understand each other by simply saying things at each other. Standing, he gave a small shrug, not exactly sure what to do or where to go at the moment, especially with someone who didn't understand city life at all.

"[Where...go?]" Victor asked, wondering if she perhaps had something in mind to do, or a place that she wanted to see or something. Victor realized that perhaps he needed to start planning out something so that he could keep her out of trouble, and perhaps at the same time teach her something about how the city works.

Not going to the merchant streets for a time, not till I know that she will not be grabbing things off the shelves because that is how she is used to them.

As Victor walked with the Keidran, he realized that perhaps she probably had no idea what she was doing or what she was probably even seeing at this point. So, as he followed, he tried to keep closer step and also was now trying to remember words to describe some of the places that they were passing by.

"[Blacksmith.]" Was simple enough for Victor to say, also pointing out another area and said "[Bar. Drinks there.]" Victor explained as best he could as they walked. He really needed to visit a bookstore or something so that he could perhaps get a few extra words in his vocabulary so he could properly communicate with the girl. Or maybe at least explain things better than two words.

"[Need books. OK?]" Victor said, hoping they could perhaps return to the merchants area to find some books for translation, or at least a library or somewhere he could at least learn how to say a few more things, or understand a few more. However, for the moment the little bit of communication he was doing seemed to be going rather well. While he wasn't exactly sure what to make of how the experience of the city was going over with the Keidran, as when he saw a city he at least know how trade worked. This was...a bit more extreme.

After a rather uneventful walk through town Namar walked into the Wreathwood library, in comparison to other cities Wreathwood's library was rather small, and not very well cleaned, there was duston quite a few of the shelves and there were some books which had been left practically untouched for decades, but like all Libraries wreathwood's had it's share of unique books, but of course, the best books weren't available to just borrow, you had to buy them, and even then they were rare, Namar hadn't had much luck finding any he wanted in market, as he walked up to the lines of shelves that filled the room a short man, probably older than sixty, stuck his head out from around a bookshelf.

"Ah, Mr. Crell! we were wondering when you'd be returning." He hurried across the room scratching his head "would you by any chance be returning any books? we have uhh, quite a gap and we've had some enquiries about where they might be..." For a Librarian he was rather loud, though Namar wasn't sure if he was always like that or if it simply had more to do with the empty sections on several of their shelves, either way it didn't change anything, but at least he'd get some good news today.

"I'm finished with the current books i've borrowed, you should know where i'm staying, so feel free to send someone to collect them, in the meantime, i was wondering if you had any of these available?" Namar passed a list to the Librarian who frowned for a moment, though he quickly changed that as Namar gave him an impatient look.

"yes, i think we have these in stock, will you be taking them out or reading here? we would prefer to avoid lending out too many as we have recently."

Namar sighed "I'll be reading them here don't worry, but do tell whoever you send to collect the others that if i find anything missing when i return to my room... well, let's just say that he won't be able to enjoy the bonuses for very long."

"Yes yes yes, give me a few moments and i'll get you your damned books..." The Librarian replied, vanishing into the bookshelves to collect Namar's order, Namar found a table and sat down, he'd hoped that he wouldn't have to wait long, by now he'd already noticed his tail, he assumed it was simply there to watch him, but he was ready fro anything more.

As Victor and the Keidran walked, they had nearly bumped into a somewhat jittery fellow. Victor, however, wasn't taking any chances, and balled up his fists in an instant. However, this quickly changed as the man at first spoke human, and then apparently some Keidran. Tapping on the Keidran's shoulder for a moment, who was apparently saying something with "hunter" and "Lead on". So, Victor decided to lead towards the human who had nearly bumped into them.

"Hey, you!" Victor said, knowing that he would understand. "I hope you are not too busy, but I could use your talents for a quick moment. Keidran and human, right? We are heading to the library, but I could use you along the way. Unless, you are dying or something."

Alright, now THIS might be a sign of fate dealing me a better hand than before. This fellow apparently speaks both better than I could probably do, so lets see if he can clear a few things up. And possibly learn a few tricks as I do so. Hopefully the fellow isn't too jittery to be helpful....and hopefully I'm not wasting my time.

"[Let me stash my gear and make an inquiry, I'll be back shortly.]" Terry said, standing. Gathering his gear he made his way out of the common, and into the hallway that led to the rooms. Unlocking the room he rented before leaving on the caravan job, he deposited his non-essential gear and made his way back.

Heading over to the noisy bar he waved down Bill. "So Terry, wa'cha wants?" The man drawled. "Lookin' for something interesting to do." The Basitin replied. "Heard of anything good?" From most people a question like that would mean they were looking for a show or possibly a 'good time', but Bill knew Terry well enough to know it only meant one thing...he was looking for a fight. He sucked his teeth for a moment while he thought, then smiled. "Why I do think I can help you wi' dat. Seems the Guard busted up some gangs over on the East side, an' now some 'a tha shite they missed has moved here." Readjusting his belt, he went on. "They're run by a great big turd called Xavier Cruz. If they ain't harassin' good honest folk you'll find'em around the docks."

Terry's eyes had narrowed when he heard the name Xavier Cruz. The man and some of his cronies had tried to extort money from him when he'd first come to town, and when Terry didn't pay Cruz stabbed him. "Bill I gotta ask if they're such a problem why hasn't the Guard dealt with them?" He said, fearing the answer. "Well" The barkeep said. "Way I hear it one of 'em has some dirt on a senior Guard officer. The pricks use it to keep the heat off, something about this man and another man's wife." Terry smiled; this was just what he'd hoped to hear. "Well thank you Bill, as usual you've been a wellspring of knowledge." Shaking the man's hand, he palmed him a couple of gold coins for his trouble, before heading back to Borta.

Sitting down he looked at the Keidran. "[So how to you feel 'bout doing a little 'public service'? Seems some local thugs are blackmailing a Guard officer, so they've been having free reign around here. Can't be having that now can we?]"

While Terry had been gone, Borta had taken the opportunity to prepare for any further activities. After dashing up to his room, he had returned to the table with his mace strapped to his hip, the chainmail on beneath his travelling coat and the vanbracer concealed on his left arm.

"[For shame!]" Borta grinned wolfishly, sharp white teeth glinting between his jaws "[I think its our duty as citizens to go and set them on the straight and narrow.]" Standing from his chair, Borta set his feathered cap at a new angle, so it sat almost diagonaly along his head, his one good ear poking out from under it, and the battered, floppy brim concealing his eyes.

"[Anything you need to get or should we be on our way?]"

Borta felt a rush of excitement. It wasn't exactly a heroic last stand, but it was much better than he'd been expecting. And all heroes have to start somewhere.

After a while, Chris stood up from his position and decided to start walking again for he didn't know of anything else to do at the moment. Chris heard his stomach growl and figured that getting something to eat was a good course of action. And so he went off to the marketplace to grab something quick to eat, of which he bought some meat on a stick. After chewing on the tender beef for a few minutes, Chris figured if he walked for a little bit longer, something interesting would happen.

Chris did not really have time to get used to the city layout, so he accidently stumbled back onto the docks. "Aw, man. This stinks." He said to himself. However, before he could turn around and try a different route, a group of four, rough-looking goons came up and surrounded him.

"Looks like you stumbled onto to the wrong part of town, friend." One of them said. "Look, I don't want any trouble fellas," Chris replied. "Neither do we, so I have a proposition for you; give us your money and go free, or we beat the shit out of you and we still take your money."

"Common looters? Really? That's so cliche, can't yall do something different than mug innocent passers-by?" Chris replied in an exaggerated tone. "I guess we're doing this the hard ways boys." The ring-leader said.

Chris pulled out his dagger and got ready for a fight.