RP:A Brief Reintroduction

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Synopsis: Trent finds Meri in Gualon and attempts to jostle her memory.

Characters: Trent, Meri

Location: Gualon Grogshop

Date: April 7th, 2016


Gualon Grogshop

Trent hadn't been here in some time. Two years in fact, according to the date Mesthak gave a little while earlier. As he pushed his way into the Grogshop, a group of orcs happened to be passing on their way out- One of which accidentally bumped shoulders with the mentally fogged human. Of course, being the larger creatures, they continued to make their exit, quite unaware that the silver gauntlet attached to Trent's hand was balled into a fist and ready to strike. Catching himself by the wrist, Trent growled under his breath and proceeded to enter further into the tavern, stone cold gaze seeking the familiar face of Meri.

Meri took her time making her way to Gualon, feet were practically dragging every step of the way, but she eventually made it to the Grogshop in Gualon and well before Trent managed to. It's a back corner table that Meri has claimed for herself, sitting there with a short glass of whisky, a pack of cigarettes, and an ashtray, minding her own. The woman isn't entirely unaware of Trent's arrival but she has enough on her mind at the moment that she doesn't notice the way that gauntleted hand balls into a fist at the slightest bump of one of those orcs. It was good that no trouble came from it. A smile is cast toward Trent, "Hello again."

Trent lowered his hood as he crossed the room to the back corner in which the artist seated herself. "Evening." he offered, removing both satchel and sheath from his shoulder to settle them against the wall for the time being. A casual sidelong glance was aimed to the barkeep, two silver digits extended and then pointed at Meri's glass to indicate his order. As he waited, his attention focused upon his former friend. "How does this eve find you thus far?"

Meri forces a smile as she blatantly lies to Trent. It's a lie that women are so prone to making, just two little words that should speak volumes to men...and yet they almost never do. "I'm fine." On the bright side of things, that was not an 'I'm fine but really I am secretly super pissed off at you' sort of 'I'm fine.' Gragh sees Trent's request, it's clear what he wants. Why, the barkeep is even kind enough to fill the order....only to leave it on the bar's counter top for Trent to go pick up now that he is nice and settled. "He's feisty," Meri comments. "You should get your drink before someone else snags it."

Trent stares at the drinks and then looks back to the barkeep with disdain. He was half tempted to pull out a single copper for a tip- but he'd hate to be drinking spit for the rest of the night. "Thanks." he mutters picking up the order, finally to arrive back at Meri's table with two glasses of whatever it was that she were drinking. "Fine? Somehow I doubt that. I know that being in your position, I was never just... fine. Nor am I still, even as I adjust to life and its mysteries. Do you ... want to talk about it?"

Meri would like to say that the barkeep's treatment of her is much better but...it's not. Normally the woman just ventures to the bar first before claiming a table, if she doesn't just sit at the bar itself. Does she want to talk about it. A deep breath is sucked in and the woman finds herself releasing it again, "I have been coping...with having no memories for the past year or so..." The fine details of many things are still a haze to the woman. "I think I am a little bit past trying to talk it out, you know? Honestly. And I don't want to spend so much time trying to dig up the past that I forget about the moment. It's been a year already."

Trent allowed a single blonde brow to climb his forehead. "A year? I..." He had no idea how to address that. He really wanted to say that he understood, but as far as everything regarding amnesia is concerned, it's still only been three months since he had awoken in the Milous Plains- regardless of how much time had actually passed in reality. "I'm sorry." he finally said. "I'm sorry that this happened to you. I will refrain from discussing it any further, if you wish. I can only imagine what it must have felt like all this time. I am sure you are getting more than acclimated to life anew."

Meri frowns. Trent was a friend and there she was, brushing off his want to understand. Her story has been rather jumbled, probably about as jumbled as her mind, something he can relate to undoubtedly. "Yes. I didn't wake up on the shores of Cenril or Rynvale just a few months ago. Or a few weeks ago...It was..." She tries to search her memory for the name of the place. Nothing. "Somewhere else. But here I am now. About a year later. Probably just a bit over. I don't know. Anyway..." No need to reiterate her point about living more in the now. "So we hung out a lot? What sort of things did we like to do? You mentioned we were searching for something?"

Trent seemed very concerned with the things she told him, the glass of amber liquid brought to his lip for a drink. He winced, barely noticeable as the strong scent hit him, but managed to down a gulp without hesitation. "How peculiar. That is an awfully long time to be without proper answers. Then again, it is a little... strange that you too lost your memory after we met. I certainly hope our paths crossing had nothing to do with this." This thought most of all made the man glance down at his drink in contemplation. "I suppose it were a lot. At least, it felt like that for me. You were essentially my first.. friend.. since I had found my way to this life. We talked, mostly. You were fairly curious of my situation. We did wander into a few pubs together, where you would introduce me to your companions. In fact... this very pub itself is where I believe I met a blacksmith named Leone." His naked hand lifted and brushed through his hair, eyes lifted upon Meri as he addressed her last question. "Indeed. Last we spoke, we were to head to the region of Xalious in search of some sort of tower. Something in my dreams told me to go there. Why? I haven't the slightest clue."

Meri doesn't seem to be making the same connection that Trent is making. The logic of his initial concern is met with a faint shrug, "I mean, I may not remember you, but you certainly recall me. Don't you think that if perhaps you had some influence over this that you would be more aware?" Maybe he did know something, that is where Meri's mind started turning to. It caused her to eye Trent rather suspiciously but those thoughts are quickly dismissed as irrational. "Did you ever make it out to Xalious and find this tower without me? Why did we not end up going? What happened?"

Trent thought or a moment as he sought to answer that first logical question. "I suppose you are right. I guess it's most likely coincidence. Still, it bothers me to think about." He was caught off guard as that second barrage of questions hit him like a ton of bricks. "I..." he began, brow knitting as he tried to force himself to remember. "I... don't know. I don't think we ever did. The last thing I recall was going to sleep at the Inn, in Cenril. I had my things packed for the journey. And when I woke up.. I was not in my room." Another drink was taken in pause. "I was in Kelay. How I got there, I am unsure. But when I went back to the Inn, my room had been rented out. As it happens... I have been gone for two years."

Meri 's head is beginning to spin again. Out of all of the people she had encountered from her 'past', Trent certainly was able to provide the poor blonde with an overload of information. A wealth of history for both herself and himself. It wasn't a complaint! Meri just needed to be nudged along in little babysteps. Here we go again with another deep inhale followed by a slow release of that breath, "Well. Maybe. We'll go looking for this tower now then." Not now as in now, but now as in years after they even started this initial search. "But for now? I'm going to turn in. We'll work out the details of this thing later, yeah?"

Trent issued a final nod for the evening, the remainder of his drink tossed down quite swiftly. "We will... discuss that tomorrow. I'm not sure it's the best idea, given all that has happened, but we will discuss it. Provided I don't just disappear from time, again." Was that a joke? Did he develop a sense of humor? Maybe a little, as indicated by the smile that followed. "Rest well, Meri. I look forward to next we meet. We will get answers- for the both of us." Trent stood then to collect his things, politely bowed to the woman and made his way north to the exit.