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Public Bjornar's Bunkhouse

Discussion in 'Hera Outpost' started by Zimo Aririke, May 10, 2016.

  1. Zimo bit her lips together at Tiketh’s talk about money problems. The inquisitor wasn’t rich, but neither was she at a loss for rupees whenever it mattered. Anything related to actual detective work, hiring mercenaries, or other necessities of the job were covered by the Order as long as she wrote up an expense report to submit to them. And though she wasn’t rich, her pay wasn’t miserly either. It made her feel pretty shitty when she compared her own scenario to Tiketh’s.

    “Not enough to eat, huh?” She echoed with a frown. “Didn’t mean to bring that up, bud.” Who was Benjamin Tiketh anyway? She called him a friend, but she didn’t know much about him if she was really honest with herself. What did she know? That he was a musician. That he fought with a huge-ass scythe. And, well, that he had some kind of ghost problem.

    “Ha! You think I had guts to sing? Maybe I was a little tipsy…” Zimo admitted, shaking her head. “Don’t need talent so much as balls though. My singing was the definition of average at best, so don’t knock yourself, Tickles!” She squished back in her chair as he went over his distaste of public executions, spinal fin rubbing against the backrest. “It’s not really about wanting to see it,” she said, a sharp exhale through her nose marking a stifled laugh. “Not the same as going to see a play at least. It’s more about… making an example, I guess. This guy did terrible things, so witness what happens when you do that. And transparency with the public too.” She shrugged noncommittally. “It’s a hanging, so no, not gory at all.” Beheadings were distasteful, and Zimo saw little point to them besides the fear factor. Hangings got the job done just fine without going overboard.
     
  2. Tiketh

    Tiketh Just Me and My Darker Side
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    Tiketh held up his hands helplessly. "It's completely alright. I don't normally mind my lifestyle. I really... actually don't have a permanent home, not many friends, not many possessions to my name, but I still have a good life, I assure you. I do what I need to and I've never suffered for it..." Well he wouldn't say never really. Take was quite a lot of suffering all on his own. Take was a nuisance and a bother and a horrible being, but did he really have anything to do with Tiketh's lifestyle? Maybe? He supposed if he weren't a traveler by nature then he might not have wound up exploring random ruins in the first place. Still, that was a bit of a stretch.

    "But my fiddle is of those possessions, my most precious of all, made me way more rupees and earned me more beds than anything else I've ever done. I don't... know if I ever even told you what I do?"
    He didn't know if she'd even are about his odd jobs and boring travel stories. He supposed if he talked about his life, he could ask Zimo about hers. To be honest, he was never all that interested in the Order, but it was only fair she have a chance to talk if that was indeed where this was going to go. Even if she didn't want to after all, he was still eager to share his tales... albeit in a more vague and less detailed telling, "I mean I love playing, and it's my favorite thing, but I've done other jobs, too, to earn rupees. I sometimes get hired as a guard for traveling caravans, or I just get sent in their place to deliver goods and mail." He shrugged. It wasn't very luxurious, but it paid nicely.

    "I don't really... ever have to kill anyone,"
    he admitted, shaking his head, "And I've never really... seen someone die before. Well not like an execution. It's a little unsettling, but I can see how it's needed. I can't even begin to imagine what it feels like to have done something so awful to be put on display like that, an example for everyone to remember." The Hylian felt a shiver down his spine, shaking it off quickly. Take was like that, wasn't he? The spirit mentioned that he had killed his father and sister in life and was locked up because of it. Had he been an example like that? Set out before the people before being sealed away in a cell? "I hope that never happens to me..."
     
  3. Tiketh’s words were a bit of a relief, but Zimo still felt a good deal awkward about the ease with which he spoke about his financial situation. But if he wasn’t getting worked up about it, then Zimo wouldn’t make any sort of deal over it either. It did beg the question of how the hylian intended to pay for the services of an exorcist, however. She didn’t think playing a little ditty of his fiddle would cover services like that, even if it sometimes earned him a night at an inn or a meal.

    The answer to that question came with his next words. “So you hire yourself out as a mercenary,” she said with a little nod. “No shortage of jobs in that line of work, is there?” Guarding caravans could be doubly profitable: you got paid for travelling wherever it was you needed to go, if you could find traders heading the same way.

    Zimo frowned, confused. “Why would it happen to you?” It’s not like Tiketh was some guard-slaying criminal, after all. “But you don’t have to come if you don’t have the stomach for it. Just thought it could help with finding that exorcist you need.” She perked up a brow at him. “Speaking of which, do you think you can afford the services of one? Not to be that ass or anything. I mean, I might be able to pull a few strings and help set you up, but exorcists generally charge a fee.”
     
  4. Tiketh

    Tiketh Just Me and My Darker Side
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    "Oh I don't think it would happen to me!" he defended, hands up as if in defense, "I haven't done anything. I just do my part in helping people. I mean I've fought plenty, though I wouldn't ever go so far as saying I'm like a master swordsman or anything." Swordsman here just being a relative term since he didn't actually know how to properly wield a sword. He often wondered if that was weird of him, that he had more practice wielding an obscure harvesting tool as a weapon instead of.. an actual weapon. Still, he was talented with it, just not talented enough to be considered a master. "I've never had to really kill anyone though honestly. I've fought more than my fair share of Stalchilds though. They sure like to attack traveling caravans in hoards if they're out on the roads past sundown."

    Usually the people who ran caravans weren't idiots and knew the roads weren't safe at night, but occasionally you got one who either didn't know any better, didn't care, or had to leave immediately for whatever reason and couldn't wait until dawn. Those tended to be the ones that needed the most guarding as they stirred up the most trouble.

    "I hope you don't think me weak if I tell you I may not have the stomach for it after all,"
    he said sullenly. He figured it was probably stupid for a male to be squeamish in the face of death. Men were supposed to be tough, weren't they? Then again, if only they knew hi, maybe they'd seen what he had been putting up with for years and then they'd rethink his true courage.

    "You know... now that I think about it... I don't know if I can afford this now."
    He groaned, defeated by his lack of a crazy amount of rupees. "How.. How much do they ask for? I might be able to find something, but I don't often have a lot..."
     
  5. Zimo wasn’t certain whether to classify the stalchildren Tiketh mentioned fighting as ‘people’. Stalfolk which served the Dragmiran remnant certainly seemed intelligent enough, though their curse eventually led them all to becoming feral after a century or so. Surely killing feral stals was no different than killing a wild beast? Regardless, Zimo felt little remorse when it came to fighting the undead in any state of mind—they were unnatural beings, an affront to the Goddesses. That they weren’t hunt to extinction entirely was a matter of the tenuous peace agreement: nothing more or less. The West Hyrule was hardly equipped to fight a full scale war so soon after the last one which devastated the country.

    “Travelling the roads of Hyrule can be a dangerous ordeals these days, especially for traders with precious cargo,” Zimo agreed. “It’s good to hear people like you help them out.” Not everyone liked mercenaries, but the zoran inquisitor thought them a necessary and important force as much as any other. Faith was not a commodity which appealed to everyone, especially those who struggled just to make ends meet.

    “It’s not pleasant work,” the warrior said with a shrug. “But necessary. You don’t have to come.” But this issue about money for hiring an exorcist was still a matter to contend with. “Well, Colonel Norah here in the outpost owes me a favour, so a soldier mage with the capabilities you’re looking for wouldn’t be out of the question. Perhaps a hundred-fifty rupees, give or take. A mercenary exorcist may be a little cheaper, but there’s less… quality assurance.” Zimo had met her fair share of unscrupulous mercs worth less than the coin they asked for. The good ones like Nariko and Tiketh were the exception rather than the rule, she thought.
     

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