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    Earlier in the day...

    Rook grunted as he hefted the keg of whiskey off the back of his wagon, taking a moment to shoulder the burden before turning towards the back entrance of the tavern. It was his third load, but the kegs were about all he'd brought from the north to begin the season with. The Stag's owner hadn't seemed to mind, and had strangely seemed almost more excited about the extra alcohol than he was usually was about the other meat and produce the hylian typically brought with him.

    "Are you sure you don't want any help with that Rook?" asked Thomas from the doorway for the second time.

    "Yes, Tom, it's fine," Rook said with a wry shake of his head, "All I've done to day is drive that wagon, and I'd like not to be antsy when I sit down to drink later." The hylian hadn't thought about it much, but there was going to be a significant amount of that later. For once Rook wouldn't be able to escape the festivities, as he really had too much to do in the village. It was yet another fact that Thomas seemed strangely excited about.

    "So you'll actually be here for the dance?" Thomas asked as Rook made his way inside. The hylian winced slightly at the words, but the motion went unseen as he headed straight towards the larder.

    "Yes, Tom, I'll be here," Rook replied, disappearing down the darkened stone stair. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy dancing, but such festivities greatly depended on the company and the dances in question. The hunter hadn't ever been much of a fan for the 'traditional' versions Rauru tended to stick to, and was likely just to sit in a corner with a pipe and a few pints. After he set the keg down, Rook called back up to the innkeeper and started to make his way back up. "I meant what I said earlier Tom," Rook started, "I've got to get back on the road tomorrow."

    "What do you want to do about the whiskey then?" Thomas asked, frowning as the hylian hunter came back into view. "I can't just take it off your hands for one night's stay, wouldn't feel right." Rook shrugged as he passed the man again, making his way back outside.

    "Help me get supplies for this trip?" Rook suggested somewhat lamely, "I don't know Tom, just keep an estimate handy that I can use later. It's not like I won't be back in the future." Another grunt issued from the man as he hefted the fourth keg onto his shoulder. Halfway done.

    "I suppose that works, but it'll have to be a bit of both. Where are you going anyway?" asked the innkeeper curiously, "Back to the Haven?"

    "Close, I'm headed back into the Forest. Probably deeper than I've been before, if history is any indicator." Rook didn't seem to mind the fact, but Thomas went white as a sheet at the words. Living in the village for most of his life, he hadn't had any reason to grow the stony demeanor his hylian friend had.

    "You're going alone?" the innkeeper exclaimed, "Why?" The words drew Rook to a halt, who turned and looked at the man with a somewhat dry expression.

    "Work, Thomas. The same thing it always is." Rook didn't allow the words a chance to sink in, instead turning back towards the stairs and getting back to the task at hand. The kegs weren't that large, but they still weren't exactly light. The quicker he got it done the better. He'd need to clean himself up after this too, which would take enough time in and of itself. That thought didn't linger long, however, compartmentalized and stowed away where he would find it later. There was still a decent amount of work left before he needed to consider that.

    Upstairs, the innkeeper had found an idea of his own. Supplies were fine and well, but the hylian probably needed help as well. Rook wouldn't speak of such things of course, not wanting to appear weak. He had an image to maintain, of that Thomas was quite sure. A smile spread across his features as he considered his options, unnoticed by the hylian as he returned for another keg.

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    Evening had set in, and the 'revelry' had set into full swing in the village. Rook had managed to find a set of normal clothes along with his wash and hair cut, almost seeming like he might belong in the place. The axes on his hips set him somewhat apart, but there was only so much the hylian was willing to give up for the sake of this celebration. He tried to usually stay in Hera Outpost or Katsuto for the event, but fate had not been cooperative on that front.

    Instead, he sat a table to the side of the taproom doing exactly what he'd decided on earlier. A fresh pint of beer sat on the table in front of him, and the dried leaves in his pipe were slowly burning. Rook certainly wasn't going to get anything else done that day, which left only an attempt to actually enjoy himself as his choice for the rest of the evening.
     
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    "Why do the stuffy bores of Rauru pay better," a young woman mutters under her breath as she enters the stag, shoulder first and hands rooted firmly in her pockets. The sounds of the festivities in the ambiance be hind her grew louder, only to be muffled with the loud thud of doors closing behind her.

    It was no secret that the girl stuck out in this village like a sore thumb, on an average day. Based solely on the number of women she was chasing or (was supposed to be) dating at any given point in time, she would normally be wary around those of the order just on principal. But she had learned even those stick in the muds had to shake loose whatever crawled up their posteriors once a year. And during that one time of the year she would find herself willing traversing to the village of the Order. Whatever deep pockets remained tended to congregate around the order. And with deeper pockets, came deeper fees.

    There was a patron here whom had expressed interest in hiring her for a night. Or perhaps it was another such establishment in the area. Either way, she'd find money. Her thoughts wondered only briefly to the other two she often traveled with before her gaze met a familiar face.

    "Well I'll be." Escaped her as she noticed Rook. While she had met him numerous times on their travel, rare was the occasion she managed to catch him when relaxing. With a decided grin she pivoted on one foot towards his direction and made her way over, hands still in pocket.

    "If it isn't Rook!" She said as she approached the man for a hug, giving it to him regardless. "Are you here for the women, wine, or song?" She chuckled at her own joke. Someone had to. "I thought you were alergic to having fun!" She finished as she sat down opposite the man
     
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    You know, you could get off your ass and actually socialize Crow. Maybe even make an effort at enjoying yourself. Don't you think you've earned a little bit of that?, Boogum asked in an annoyed tone.
    "I could, but I think you know full well the answer to that question," Rook muttered seemingly to himself, puffing out a ring of smoke. The hylian's constant companion was often an annoyance, but there was usually some truth to the jabs he made in Rook's direction. Rauru just made him nervous, and the puritanical village being allowed to let down their guard and inebriate themselves a little didn't ease that feeling in the slightest. Memories of the last time he had stayed in the village during Hero Day were not something he'd ever forget.

    With Thomas busy behind the bar, there weren't a lot of folk that Rook would even care to spend time with in the settlement. Most of its people thought him to be some sort of bogeyman, either cursed, insane, or too quick to violence. Sometimes even a mix of all three. Those in charge knew otherwise, but still had no care for him. He was a necessary evil, and not much more. Subsequently, the spirit's advice was falling on entirely deaf ears. Or, it would have if a friendly face hadn't just walked through the door. Rook tried to ignore the smug silence from his invisible companion as he caught Caitlyn's eye. The normally stoic hylian actually smiled as she approached, and even stood to return the friendly gesture.

    "I can put up with the hassle every once in a while Lyn," Rook said teasingly as he fell back into his seat, "But this time it wasn't exactly by choice. Rauru is the last real stop to get supplies heading West, and I only arrived this morning." His eyebrows raised with half-hearted sarcasm, "Imagine my luck." The hylian's attention drifted momentarily, managing to catch the eye of one of the establishment's waitresses and beckoning her over with a gesture.

    "Surprised you'd be here today though, I didn't think Rauru really had the clientele you enjoyed," he said amicably to Caitlyn, "Manage to find anything interesting yet, or are you still looking for someplace to set up shop for the evening?" Whatever response he might have received was interrupted by the arrival of the waitress, who pulled Rook's attention for a quick order.

    "Bring us a bottle of that gerudo liquor, would you please. Two glasses," his gaze drifted back to Caitlyn for a moment, seeming unsure for a moment before adding, "and salt. Preferably the clear one, if there's still a bottle of it." He gave a brief smile in thanks as the serving girl began to slip away, placing the pipe between his teeth as his attention shifted back to the young woman across the table.
     
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    "That certainly makes more sense!" A nod and chuckled followed as the Hylian laid back against seat, shoulders slumping against the backrest. In all their encounters, Rook was always between here and there, chasing this or that. So determined and motivated. Granted, she too was often travelling. It was worth mentioning that at least half of any of her given destinations were decided upon personal pleasures. Quite the opposite of anyone so disciplined.


    "Y'know, for all the sand that's managed to crawl up in whatever it is in these orderites' knickers, when their pockets shake loose, I'm not about one turn away from such ... generosity. And boy do they shake loose today." It was true. She had spotted at least three separate scams and one purse snatching in her short time here already. The order of bore-o's were sure to have their hands today.

    "In fact, I was supposed to meet up with the owner of some tavern or bar or who knows what." She started, her head tilting sideways and eyes drifting into oblivion, "But you know. I can't remember who they were. Or why" A sheepish chuckle escaped her as her chest sunk and her upper torso tipped forwards. "It'll be fine, I'm sure! After one song I had entire blocks begging me to sing for them last year." The chuckle turned into a half-cocked, toothy, grin hiding whatever uncertainty she may have felt.

    It was then that the bottle the adventurer had ordered arrived at their table, a fine waitress attached to it. A waitress which had caught her eye earlier, but it was only now as she bent over to remove the bottle and glasses from their tray, that she was able to truly respect all her features.

    "Hey lass, look for me later if you want a real tip," she said as a red rupee appeared in her hand seemingly out of nowhere. It was visible for only the briefest of moments before it disappeared, having slid into places where only them two would ever know. The waitress found herself incredibly flustered and confused, as she gave a confused smile and walked away.

    "Oh please, you can't tell me you blame me," she said, expecting a disappointing look or sarcastic comment from her companion while watching the waitress until she was out of view. "So what brings you to no-man's land now. Treasure or Pleasure?"
     
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    Rook raised his eyebrows again at the young woman's talk of purses, glad that he rarely carried any sort of cash on his person to begin with. It was much easier just to deal in goods, and for the most part they couldn't just be stolen without your noticing. A few had made the mistake of trying to do just that while the hylian was in transit, and things had not ended amicably.

    "According to Thomas," Rook said with a nod towards the innkeeper behind the bar, "There's supposed to be some sort of dance here later. I'm sure if you're looking for work you could just ask him about it." His eyes roved the barroom again as he spoke, noting the serving girl picking up their order and then remembering there was still some ale left in his tankard. Not wanting to drink both courses simultaneously, he set his pipe briefly aside and began to drain what was left.
    I still do not understand your mortal idea of mating for fun, said Boogum with a concerned tone, and immediately raising the hair on Rook's neck. Caitlyn had, of course, just addressed the waitress. Doesn't she know that girl give her a child? I swear you lot make no sense some times...
    Rook nearly choked on his beverage, and then coughed a few times as fluid went down pipes it wasn't meant to. He recovered after a moment, embarrassed with himself but irritated with the spirit all the more. The forest spirit was amazingly simple in some regards, though not for the same reason the Rauru townsfolk were. For all its intelligence, Boogum still only understood many things from the most basic and primal level. This was easily relatable in most of their time together, but socially it could become something of an issue.

    "Of course not," Rook said in a more hoarse voice than before, "as long as she doesn't mind, anything's fair." He set his mug aside with a shake of his head, placed the pipe back in between his teeth and then moved to deal with the shot glasses and liquor. "I suppose you could say it's a bit of both," he answered as he worked, "though the pleasure is in the satisfaction of progress." With the first glass filled, he passed it across to Caitlyn, "While I was scouring the wastes I actually found something useful this year, a book. The problem is, I can't read it. I need it translated and there's only individual I can think of that can do it. I'm skipping some of my usual route to bring it out to them." With his own glass now full, he relaxed a little in his chair and raised the drink in her direction. "Cheers," he said, shortly before dropping it down his throat.
     
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    "Woah there, don't get too crazy." She teased as she held back a giggle from watching Rook nearly choke on his drink. "The sun's still out and you're already intoxicated? Jeez." She beat the horse properly dead before extending her hand out, eagerly grabbing the drink and bringing it closer. She couldn't recall having ever seen the man with a woman, or another man, before and had long since found pleasure in poking at these and other debaucheries she enjoyed which seemed to go straight past the man.

    "Nah, there ain't much fruit fallin' out of that tree for this hunter." She said while she tossed a side ways glance at the waitress. Caitlyn proceeded to jerk the drink up to her lips and above to allow the beautiful nectar to flow freely down and into's most willing receptacle. With the last of the liquid successfully transferred, she brought the glass back down while an audible gulp took care of the whatever liquor remained in her throat.

    "That's more like it," she followed up with a noise not quite a grunt, and not quite a grunt as the Gerudo specialty burned the sides of her throat on it's way down.

    "What do you think it is, this magical tome of yours?" She let her tone shift away from playful to show genuine interest. The man's adventures and life always interested her. With every story filled with half-truths the man told her, she always wished she could have gone with. Never asked though, something about the reasoning for her wanting to go on his death-defying stunts being 'just cause' wouldn't go over well.
     
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    Rook shrugged at Caitlyn's forfeiture of the fight, knowing full well the woman was aware of when to actually make an attempt at 'shaking the tree'. The fact that she didn't have a thing for men made their relationship interesting, even if their paths didn't cross too frequently. The hunter didn't leave much time for romance between his work and travels, and what little he'd allowed himself had ended strangely. His thoughts on how he should act just didn't match how his heart felt, which was to say he usually ran away. Still, he found some entertainment in the chasing others did.

    "Honestly, I don't think it's magical itself," Rook said as his brows furrowed. The hylian settled into his chair somewhat, placing the pipe back between his lips as he collected his thoughts on the matter. He was quiet for a moment, and then exhaled a puff of smoke from his nose before launching into what explanation he felt comfortable giving. "I recognize the text in it as old hylian, which I can't read, but between where I found it and the illustrations I can make a guess as to what it was for."

    "It's got a load of weapon diagrams, with pages of...something written after each of them. Since I found it just outside a forge, I'm guessing it's an instruction manual of sorts, for making them." Rook paused for a moment, taking in another lungful of smoke and expelling it as he thought about the matter. "I can't be sure, mind, not until I actually get someone else to look at it. I mean, I can read just fine but I have no idea even where to start with that nonsense." Rook chuckled a little at the idea, but it poorly masking the very serious machinery at work in his skull. Whatever it was, he was serious about finding out.

    "If it is what I think it is, I might be able to see myself actually settling down eventually." He shot a sideways glance at Caitlyn, giving a nod of certainty that was anything but.

    Bullshit, Boogum interjected, but managing to draw no reaction. May as well tell her your ass is going to grow wings and you'll fly off into the sunset.
     
  8. After leaving the café, the zoran inquisitor had managed to find some enjoyment in the next few hours of the festival. She had met up with a couple old friends returning to Rauru for Hero Day, spending some time catching up on recent events. As evening approached, Zimo invited them to join her at the Silver Stag for a few drinks, but something had come up as they approached the inn door and Zimo found herself victim to the rather unappealing prospect of drinking alone. Well, there was nothing for it: she was already here and had little else planned for the evening. She entered.

    “Inquisitor,” the bartender nodded in her direction as she entered. “What’ll it be?”

    “Just a Zoran ale,” she replied. “Not feeling the hunger just yet.” He poured her a glass and gave it over without the exchange of rupees. Zimo would pay off her tab at the end of the month as she did every month.

    Her good eyes roved around the taproom, searching for anyone she might know to sit and drink with. Her one good orb of forest green fell upon a vaguely familiar sight—not a man she knew personally, but one she’d seen in passing and heard a few stories about. She wasn’t quite sure how to feel about him. Gossipers told their tales, but he’d never been found guilty of any crime in Rauru as far as she knew. On the contrary, he’d been acquitted of one.

    He was in deep discussion with another patron, and Zimo pondered for a moment whether or not she should intrude. In the end, curiosity gave way to better judgement and she stepped over to the table the pair was sitting at.

    “You’re Rook,” she said rather pointedly. The Rook. The same one who got off for taking off a guy’s hand.” Regrettably, she’d never read the court transcripts of the incident and her knowledge was limited to hearsay. She’d only been a teenager at the time, not yet an Inquisitor or even an official member of the Order. Realizing her pointedness, she hastened to show some semblance of manners. “Not to point any fingers, I mean. Just realized for all the times you’ve stopped by Rauru hauling this or that, I’ve never said hi. Name’s Zimo.” She passed a glance to the woman, including her in her introduction. “You two enjoying the festival?”
     
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    She found herself hanging on every word the man said with as much interest as any successful catch of her honey-dipped lure. Sure it was a dusty old book that they couldn't read, but if even half of what Rook said was in the ball-park, surely there would be enough for share. Or worst case, she'd have the best kind of story after wards, one she could tell. Maybe even one similar to the ones she'd read about. Her eyes began glazing over as the liquor worked in conjunction with the stories she wove into the words actually being said.

    "You know," she began and cleared her throat. "This sounds like something you might want some help on?" She wasn't sure if her face was actually flushing as a result of the combined embarrassment or alcohol, or it was her imagination, but her eyes were most definitely not making contact with Rook. "Or just an extra pair of hands, ya'know?"

    It was then that the scarred Zora approached them, and whatever thoughts she had to follow up got drowned by the sheer figure Zimo cast. She opened her mouth to say something but no sounds came out, only empty air. The arrival said something about Rook's past that caught her interest, but she filed it away mentally as she reached for the bottle to pour herself another drink.

    "Yup." She replied abruptly enough to the question, beaming a wide if not unnatural and uncomfortable smile. "Care for a seat?" were the next words that awkwardly escaped her forcefully as she jettisoned the newly poured drink straight into her mouth.

    Please let Rook handle this, holy shit - She thought.
     
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    Rook froze in his tracks as Caitlyn fielded the question about joining his expedition. He stared at her quite blankly for a few moments before his eyebrow shot up. He managed not to ask the obvious 'What?', and following that the hylian took a sharp intake from the pipe before expelling it from his nose. Rook's mind raced over the myriad issues that could come with such an addition, but couldn't find anything concrete to just say no to. Seeing her somewhat embarrassed by the question started to crack through his bulwark however, just long enough for Boogum to break into maniacal laughter.

    "We can talk about it," Rook said finally, deciding that was the best course of action. "My translator is a bit...off I guess you could say, and I can't exactly guarantee your safety. Especially depending on what he wants in return." Out of the corner of his eye he noted the approaching Zora, but thought little of it at first. He recognized her as a citizen of the town, but nothing more. Probably just meeting some friends. And then she said his name. It attracted his attention immediately, with an expression that asked '...yes?' all on its own. He was about to nod at the more emphasized usage, and then she got somewhat to the point.

    Something between a groan and a sigh escaped his lips at the inquiry. It had been a long time since he'd talked about that, but he shouldn't have been surprised about it coming up again. When she clarified, he raised a hand and gave a dismissive motion, "It's fine, really. There's a record of it that anyone who's really curious can go look at, and it's not like I try and hide from it." He didn't enjoy the attention much, but certainly wouldn't change what he did either.

    He noted Caitlyn's expression at that moment, quirking an eyebrow at her briefly before nodding in response to the invitation she'd extended. "It's nicer than I remember," he offered with a shrug and then chuckled, "but I think that's probably for good reason." After all, the incident she'd brought up was the last time he'd been in town for Hero Day. "It's honestly a nice to take a day off every once in a while, even if I do have to get right back at it tomorrow."

    "Oh well," he said, giving a slightly disappointed look in the direction of his pipe before simply setting the device aside. "What about yourself, Miss Zimo? Any interesting surprises?"
    She had to look at your ugly mug for one. That's enough of a surprise for anyone, goddesses. Boogum muttered teasingly. Somehow, Rook was still managing to weather the storm.
     
  11. Rook’s companion had a reaction to Zimo’s appearance that wasn’t altogether uncommon, though most were better at hiding their discomfort to at least a degree. The people of Rauru had grown accustomed to the scarred zora in the three years since she had been burned, but she still received peculiar looks from visitors or when out travelling. It brought a pang of hurt with it, though the prideful creature would ever be loath to admit it. As such, Zimo took the offered seat on Rook’s side of the table, hesitant to make his friend any more uncomfortable than she already seemed to be.

    “Thanks, I’d be glad to,” she said, smiling as best she could—an awkward curve of the lips holding sincerity but lacking in conviction. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything important.” That, of course, was the second possibility for the woman’s reaction to Zimo’s joining them, or even her rather tactless ice breaker with Rook. Though the pessimistic side of her was inclined to believe it was her scars doing the spooking.

    “Nothing out of the ordinary today,” Zimo responded to the man’s query. Besides running into two different men haunted by their own personal spirits in the same day, but she remained blissfully unaware of either. “I agree it’s nice to have a day off every so often though, especially on a festival day. My heart goes out to the inquisitors and guardsmen on duty.” She raised her glass slightly in a sloppy toast with herself. “Here’s to others working the fun days so I don’t have to.” She followed up with a sip of her drink, glancing back at the woman to gauge whether or not she had recovered after her initial shock.

    “So then,” she said, setting her glass back on the table. “Already planning on leaving? What’s next on the old crow’s agenda?” She had only taken the one day off herself, just to enjoy the Hero Day festivities. Tomorrow she would go to see Ignatius to request an assignment. Perhaps something out of region—talking to Tiketh and Tea, she’d realized it had been a while since she had gone beyond the borders of West Hyrule Field.
     
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    The trek from Hera had seemed longer than usual. Perhaps it had been that his favorite cushion for the cart had worn thin enough to actually warrant a replacement or perhaps it was even the thought that some of the festivities of Hero's Day would be missed, in any case the merchant had little choice in the matter. When it came to trading you went where the coin was and during festivals there was always more to be made in Rauru compared to the smaller outlying villages.

    Thankfully though he had made exceedingly good time and had been making this journey long enough that the company had a standing agreement with Thomas for room and board this time of year. After ensuring that the horse and cart had been stabled Efim realized just how exhausting the trip had been. There would be plenty of time to hawk wares and make deals after the celebrations of the night, for now though he could at least get some rest to ensure some fun on his own part. Making his way into the Stag, the customary little pleasantries were exchanged with Thomas before rupees were traded for his room key...

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    By the time she woke up Alexis could hear that celebration had already begun from song in the streets below. It was going to be a beautiful night, hopefully filled with beautiful people to share it with. After taking a few minutes to get properly dressed for the festival she was once again thankful that her families name had assured her refuge in one of the finer establishments in the city. Here, at least, she knew that there would be good food and drink even if the rest of the night were relatively uneventful.

    For tonight she had decided on a simple red dress that helped to accentuate what little curves she, it was short enough to display her soft skin without bringing too much attention from your standard fare of party-goers. To accompany it was her usual black choker with gold trim, a few bracelets on the right wrist, and her customary bow that accompanied any time she decided to dress fairly nice. This one was a deep crimson to match her dress.

    Making her way down stairs she quickly noticed Thomas at the bar and gave a quick wink. One thing could be said about business, repeat customers rarely asked question about the things they had seen. To her surprise though she also noticed a familiar looking bard, a pretty one at that, seated at one of the larger tables of the Stag. Unfortunately she also seemed to be accompanied by an older gentleman who wore axes as though they were a part of him and a rather mangled looking Zora.

    Hoping that she would grace her with a song Alexis decided that with current company, alongside the fact that they seemed to be mid-discussion, was not the proper place for such requests. Instead, she sat a nearby table waving over the serving girl. "Your warmest bread and whatever jams you have in stock lass," extending a pair of blue rupees, "there'll be more if you can find me a bottle of aged wine as well." It seemed as only moments had passed before the simple fare was brought back, though she knew it would take longer to find the wine when most asked for various ales and liquors...
     
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    "Yup." She repeated, with the same strained smile as the Zora gave her thanks and sat down. Really, she was a perfectly nice sort! For a stick in the mud. She looked over at Rook briefly, long enough to take a deep breath and adjust herself. The shock of the moment was beginning to pass over. Now only if she could master the not-staring thing, she'd be great.

    "I'd say this entire day is unusual, in Rauru." Moving the conversation forward. "I wouldn't know 'fun' was in the list of things the order knew how to do, or allow, if it wasn't for these celebrations." A giggle escaped her. "Without knowing any more, I'd want to say that was what Rook here was really on trial for: Having fun. " She made mention in passing to the event, but kept going. She'd do some digging later, one way or the other. "Doesn't sound like him though."

    "I'm still hoping to get to work tonight. Entertainers are in demand right now, after all!" The concept of a day off wasn't something that particularly applied to her. Given that her work consisted of when she wanted, and doing something she thoroughly enjoyed, with either of her occupations.

    "On an adventure, he says. It's where he always goes."
     
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    Rook sat quietly, content to listen to the two women speak until he was addressed. The hylian didn't seem bothered by either Caitlyn's awkward manner or Zimo's appearance. His eyes only roved from either of the two when the door would open to allow newcomers in, managing to catch a glimpse of entering musicians. It heralded the more lively festivities that were to follow, more relaxed than what had taken place during the day and outside. Rook blamed the alcohol, and thought it a thoroughly safe bet.

    His attention was drawn back to the conversation at the mention of his name, drawing a quirk of his brow in Caitlyn's direction. The words processed after a short moment, and elicited a shrug from the male.

    "They have fun in their own way," Rook said lightly, "but I'd agree that it's not usually as enjoyable for me as it seems to be for them. By the same token, I doubt they'd find as much enjoyment in what I'd usually call fun." He paused for a moment, reaching for the open bottle of clear liquor again as he added, "At least not in public anyway." The hint of a smile touched at the corners of his mouth, but offered little other insight as he refilled the pair of empty shot glasses again.

    "But yes," he said as he sat back down, "Adventure, or something like it anyway. I'm headed back into the Haunted Forest. I usually use Rauru as my last real stopping point before going each year," he explained, "The Haven is nice, but it's not really designed for normal sized people. Hard to get a lot of things." Rook shrugged at the words, raising his glass briefly before dumping the liquor into his gullet again as though it were water. He would need to slow down soon, of course, but he could still poke at the young woman across the table in the mean time.

    "I take it you're...an inquisitor then?" Rook asked Zimo, turning his attention her way. "Or a guard? Is it actually enjoyable?"
     
  15. The faint outline of a scowl grew on the zora’s scarred face as she listened to the hylian woman speak. Zimo was well aware that Rauru carried a less flattering reputation in some of the less orderly places of the country, the rival village of Kasuto being the most vocal of the lot. Whatever anyone’s personal opinion on philosophy or religion, there was no hiding the fact that the West side of Hyrule Field had fared better in recovering than the East since the war ended twenty years ago. The woman—Zimo realized she did not yet know her name—might think ill of the few restrictions in place, but Rauru had never been a stifling place to grow up in to the zora’s mind. On the contrary, she found a sense of security and order in the place that she found lacking when she travelled. Indeed, she had been to Kasuto on several occasions and found their idea of fun somewhat perturbing at times.

    “Entertainers?” Zimo repeated, doing her best to ignore the first part of the woman’s words. “Are you a musician or performer then, er, I don’t think I caught your name?”

    She took note of another patron entering the inn, a young woman by the looks of things. Zimo didn’t recognise her, taking her for another visitor come for the festival. Nothing out of the ordinary, she turned back to listening to Rook.

    “An inquisitor,” she confirmed, vaguely wondering how the two would take it. It certainly was no secret, but certain visitors took to the information with more open minds than others. Oh, no one had ever openly admitted to not wanting to drink with her, but the revelation left the odd stranger with tight lips and a nervous expression. “And it’s more enjoyable than you might think. A degree of autonomy in what you choose to do, not many dull moments when you’re out in the field, and the sense of fulfillment in keeping the region safe.”

    Rook’s earlier comment about heading into the Haunted Forest peaked her interest. From what she understood about the man’s occupation, he was something of a hunter, though that didn’t necessarily mean that he only hunted wild game. “So, you’re headed to the Forest, huh? Gathering up the pelts of woodland critters, or have you got something more interesting in mind?” The question was innocently phrased, more idle curiosity than inquisitorial digging.
     
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    In only a moments time the warm bread had taken a pass through with the pocket knife stashed away in her belt, and soon it had been slathered with the peach jam that had been brought out with it. The young lass had to stifle a laugh when the black haired bard commented on the lack of fun in Rauru, a sentiment she most certainly shared considering her normal forms of pleasure. Fortunately the timing was well and good as the serving girl returned with a bottle of wine and an appropriate glass.

    After extending another blue Alexis took the time to hand off another blue before noticing that a handful of musicians had also decided to enter the Stag. There may be hope for entertainment yet. Taking the opportunity of the door opening once more she reached out to the winds, on them the other groups words could travel more easily to her own table.

    Whatever was going on, it seemed that the axe-man was a hunter of sorts while the mangled Zora was an inquisitor for the Order of Rauru. If he was headed towards the Haunted Forest either he was mad or there was some profit to be made. In either case, Alexis found that she was interested in whatever adventure may be had at least as much as the emerald eyed beauty that she still couldn’t quite place a name to.

    Even as the Zora continued to speak she made her way towards the band of musicians that had entered. A few whispered words and the almost invisible passing of coin gave rise to a simple but lively tune sounding through the inn. Satisfied with her work she crossed the floor once more, this time towards the trio mid-discussion.

    Giving an emphasized curtsy towards the group she spoke up in a practiced tone of respect, “Pardon Lady Inquisitor,” towards Zimo before turning to Rook, “ser.” Satisfied with herself for showing proper respect, Alexis then turned her full attention to Caitlyn.

    Beaming an almost too innocent smile and putting on her puppy dog eyes, “Pardon my intrusion good lady, but I seem to recall you from somewhere past. With the eve being one of celebration I prayed you might grace us with a song.” With the question raised she waved towards the band that had just begun to play.
     
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    "Performer! Bard, actually." She replied as her cheeks raised, beaming the brightest of smiles at the Zora. She enjoyed talking about her work, and would gladly do so at all available opportunities. She was getting ready to reply when the rest of the Zora’s sentence registered, smile petering into something not quite discernible. ”Caitlyn, my bad. I might have had just a bit too much too drink," reflexively moving her hands up above her with hands interlocking behind the neck.

    That might be, Rook, because their enjoyment seems to be derided from denying others theirs, standing around looking all mean-like, and being on their knees.” Her eyes rolled halfway around, a thought sparking that led her to show signs of laughter. “Although, one of those things can be fun for everybody.” The premature chuckle released. It didn’t register to her that there might have been some level of offense taken by the Zora. ‘She has to be one of the cool ones,’ she thought. Now that the entry factor of the scars had worn off, she began wondering about how they played into Zimo’s words.

    Autonomy? Field work? What exactly does an Inquisitor do when not holed up in this place? I’ve seen them marching around the country side, but you don’t seem the type to gear up and march in formation.” She rambled while her eyes wandered in a way she had long since perfected. Seemingly hovering over the field but taking into account every detail they could garner from the target. In this case, it was an attempt at deciphering if Zimo would have once been target for her. She’d never had a Zora before.

    It was with these thoughts and wandering eyes that she noticed a cuti-girl, approaching them. It was more to her surprise when she girl spoke, asking for her to sing. Her eyes opened wide, cheeks reddened ever so slightly by both excitement and liquor.

    Yes!” She replied. “Sit hun, I’ll sing just for you.” Singing for cute girls always made her day. Without hesitation, she bolted up and made her way to the front, extra kick in her step. The band was in the middle of some forced-upbeat and hymnal version of what sounded like a re-hashed choir song.

    The band was clearly taken aback when she jumped up on the stage, but some unintelligble mumbles later, their current set had ended and the Hylian woman had taken central stage. Her dark vest with golden-encrusted adornments glittered as it reflected off the what light there was focused on the stage. With a soft hum to signal to the band to start, the music changed. Still slow, but distinctly and naturally upbeat, they began on a new song.


    "In my dreams I hear your voice call out to me
    Saying "Darling come here"
    And then I wake up, feeling my heart begin to ache.

    Somehow I can see your silhouette in the dark
    Coming closer to me.
    When I close my eyes and wait for you."

     
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    Rook sat quietly and listened as the banter went back and forth, hardly seeming bothered by the increasingly antagonistic banter that was passing between the two women. He didn't have a bone to pick on either side of the discussion. There wasn't a vested interest in doing anything other than visiting Rauru, so there was no need for him to draw too much issue with they way they did things here. There were things he didn't like or didn't agree with in every town, but the only thing complaining about them was going to do was annoy the people he needed to trade with.

    He was about to answer the question about his purpose in the forest, but noted the approaching woman and gave pause at the look of intent she wore. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but her address actually managed to force a smile onto the hylian's features. Being referred to as 'ser' was an oddity that even in normal circumstances bordered on the humorous for Rook. The hunter didn't laugh, but he did shake his head as she set about putting Caitlyn to work.

    As the hylian woman scampered off to make her wages for the evening, Rook shifted his attention back towards Zimo. "To answer your earlier question, no." Rook chuckled a little at the statement, "If it were business as usual, I'd be here in a month and a half to do just that. But I actually have something pressing I need to get done there." He raised his eyebrows as the music began to change and Caitlyn appeared to ready herself, "Unless you know someone else who can translate old hylian."

    Rook's attention shifted fully to the stage as Caitlyn started to sing, at least paying his friend the courtesy of listening to her first song before moving back towards conversation. The hylian didn't have a large preference for any one particular type of music, for the most part choosing just to enjoy what he was able to when the chance actually arose. Living mostly in the wilderness, that wasn't exactly a common occurrence.
     
  19. Oh, this Caitlyn was a laugh, wasn’t she? Zimo grumbled silently to herself as the woman made the crude joke about the Order’s followers ‘being on their knees.’ She got all of zero points for originality with that one. The way the hylian woman seemed to think herself the inquisitor, interrogating the zoran warrior with a rather disconcerting gaze. Not the same half-gawking stare as when Zimo had first approached, but no less annoying.

    “The job description isn’t very cut-and-dry,” Zimo replied, perhaps a little on the curt side at the perceived slight. “The Evil King still has his devotees, including those that continue to harass well-meaning folk just trying to eke out a living. Poes, Stalfos, demons and demon-worshipers. There need to be safeguards in place to keep the population safe from these threats, by investigating them, routing them out, and bringing them to justice.” Zimo shrugged, taking another sip of her ale. The woman she had noticed earlier than approached their table, greeting them and asking Caitlyn to sing. “Acolyte Inquisitor, actually, but hello to you as well.” Lady Inquisitor. Zimo liked the sound of that, but she could hardly put herself on the same level as Lord Inquisitor Ignatius. It was only out of a sense of duty that she even made the minor correction.

    Caitlyn stood up to take the stage, turning Zimo’s attention to Rook. “It’s not limited to just hunting down ne’er-do-wells though. Investigations can be somewhat looser at times. A lot of knowledge was lost in the fall of Castle City and the burning of the Royal Library, and I’m sure you can understand why the Order would have an interest in recovering what it can.” His comment about translating old hylian had taken her somewhat by surprise, for that reason. She was about to speak, but Caitlyn’s song had begun and Zimo followed Rook’s lead in paying the courtesy of listening in silence.

    The song itself was surprising, to say the least. Zimo was perhaps inexperienced in matters of romance, but the song Caitlyn had chosen for the other hylian woman was not in the least bit subtle about its intentions. The zora nearly choked on her ale at the subtext she sensed in the lyrics. Perhaps a little more gauche than a Rauru citizen was used to. Well, it was a festival, so Zimo supposed it was only natural for a bit of flirtation to pass around.

    When she song was over, she turned back to Rook. “You were saying something about translating old hylian. I could probably hunt someone down, but it sounds like you’ve already got a person in mind.” Regardless, the information was certainly intriguing. “So, what kind of text do you need translated? Some musty old tome, or maybe an ancient tablet?” The zora was clearly eager in wanting to know more. Zimo was hardly an academic in the purest sense of the word, but history had always been a subject of interest to her.
     
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    Rauru. Stuffy, frustrating Rauru. Of all the places she had to spend hero day, why Rauru? Skylar sighed and ran a hand through her hair, shoving the loose golden strands out of her face. Alright. Perhaps Rauru wasn't so bad. Perhaps Skylar only disliked it for... other reasons. Still, why Rauru? She was supposed to have been in Kasuto. Some bandits had tried overtaking the traveling merchant she had been guarding, however. While Skylar had dealt with the bandits, the encounter had caused the merchant to lose his taste for traveling, and he had decided to end his journey in Rauru.

    At least he had paid well. Well enough for Skylar to find a tavern and get very, very drunk. She was on her way to do that now, as she strode into the Silver Stag. She knew the place well enough. It was a decent tavern. As a youth she had spent a good amount of time lurking around the village's taverns, looking for drunken brawls and trouble to join in on. As a grown woman, she now found the taverns a much better place to drink and stay than other familiar parts of the village.

    The warrior woman walked at a brisk pace, crossing the taproom and heading straight to the bar. Although she seemed to move with a single minded focus, her eyes still did a quick sweep of the room, marking the exits and those folk currently in the bar. Habit, old habit. She spent so much of her time fighting that it was a habit she could not easily break. Still, she let herself relax slightly as she sat down at the bar, waving for a drink to be brought her way.

    Perhaps it wasn't so bad. Yes, she was back in Rauru, bit it wouldn't be for long. A night of drinking, a day spent seeking jobs, and by tomorrow she could be out of here once again. She didn't have to encounter any family, face down any unpleasant memories. Not this visit, anyhow.
     

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