RP:Archer & Paladin
Warren sits within the tavern alone, the crowd jeering and enjoying their morning after a restfull nights sleep. But not the ranger. Nay, if ones looks past the hood that is pulled low over his brow, one could see the bags that hand below his harlequin eyes. One could tell he hasn't eaten a decent meal in a few days, nor cared about personal appearence, as his usual clean shaven face now harbors damn well near a full beard. A bottle of hard liquor, he forgot what it was already, sits before him in a amber bottle, halfway drained of its contents. The Commander sits, staring off into the shadows of the tavern as he fades into the haze that clouds his mind.
Kelovath enters the tavern, like he would sometimes do during his night walks. Or patrols, as he normally called them, even though it wasn't part of his responsibility to do. He simply enjoyed the night and even more so the night around Larket. The peace and quiet. Though, his favorite spot was the river. Shortly after entering the establishment, the paladin made his way to the bar and spoke with Thomas for a moment before allowing his eyes to examine the patrons. Nobody -really- stood out to him, but he wasn't quite looking for anyone specific. Though, the hooded figure, who indeed had a very strong drink at his table, caught the Parson's attention. It was more than odd to see someone drinking so early in the day. And so, he approached the hooded figure and sat down across from him. "Looks like you've had quite a bit to drink already."
Warren is drawn form his tormented thoughts by the sounds of a familiar voice. The Paladin, Kelovath, stands before him now. Under normal circumstances the ranger would have already been aware of the man before he fully entered the establishment, having always been on to be mindful of his surroundings. But it seems the lack of sleep combined with the potent persuassion of the liquor has dulled normally keen sences. Alexander lifts his gaze to meet the Parson's in returns as his coarse voice replies. " Leave me be." And as these words escape past his tongue, the ranger lifts the bottle to his lips and takes a swig of its contents once more.
Kelovath watches the ranger, completely unaware who the man was until he finally looked up at the paladin. With wide eyes and a tilted head, combined with a startled look, the paladin exclaims. "Well, well! If it isn't the Archer of Larket." Quickly, while the ranger was drinking, Kelovath pulled out the note from Jacklin. "It seems you let three men die, Warren. Jacklin, to say the very, very least, is not pleased. And yet, instead of making up for your mistake, you're here. Drinking." The paladin smirks, then sighs, looking the archer over closely. "You look awful..."
Warren grips the bottle he holds within his grasp that much harder as the Paladin choses his words. Like blades they cut through the barrier he has made of liquor, and unleash emotions halfway buried in a turrent of anger. Like a snake his words strike through clenched teeth, fury burning within his eyes as he rises to meet the paladin height. Their noses touch as Warren says in bitter tones. " Don't you dare judge my actions knight, for you know not the burden I now carry." The bottle is tossed back over his shoulder, the glass shattering against the wooden wall as the ranger pushes his way past the Parson with his shoulder, these words trailing behind him. " I know damn well what I've done..."
Kelovath simply allows the drunk to stand and get as close as he wanted. The paladin knew how to remain calm and keeping away from the poisons like alcohol helped him to accomplish this. And of course, having another way of coping with his problems. Obviously, the ranger had no other alternative. A step was taken back as the archer pushed his way passed the Parson and with a wider smirk, the paladin reached out and quickly dropped an armored hand upon Warren's shoulder. "You let three men die, Warren. I know more than you think I do. Don't carry this with you. You're much stronger than that." Whether the ranger pushed his hand away or not, it was pulled back. "You were their leader. And yes, you did fail. But success cannot be reached without a few set backs." And with those words, Kelovath looked down, allowing a sigh to escape passed his parted and now dry lips. "Don't carry their lives on your conscience. Remember them in your heart and move on. Grow stronger. Prove to our Queen you are worth the effort." The paladin motions over to Thomas and then points to the mess, giving an apologetic look to the barkeep.
Warren stops as he reaches the door leading out, the words of the paladin reaching his ears. A quick look over the shoulder is the only reply given, before once again hood is drawn low and the ranger makes his way out into the morning light. He would keep this burden, as the fire burning within him has given his purpose. He would find out where these vile beasts were coming from, he would follow the rumors to Gualon. He would kill anything that got in his way until his lust for revenge was sated in the blood of those responsible. Be it the prekleks or himself. He would not fail in this. Larket does not fail.
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