Dec 29, 2018 9:59 pm
Altrix entered the raucous tavern, pulling his hood as far over his face as it would go, keeping his head down and darting between the legs of the other patrons. He let out a sigh as he saw the single table in the back of the room with heavy shadows cast across it, thanks to the roaring fire. He made his way towards the table and he seemed almost clumsy, bumping into a number of patrons and a one point tripping and falling onto a table. Altrix apologised hastily to the owners of the table and continued on his way. Reaching his table, he reached into his cloak and pulled out a number of coin purses freshly cut from the belts of their owners. As he placed his order, he idly flipped a foreign coin between his fingers, with a grin on his scaly face. In short order, his meal arrived and the meat was so rare that it was still bloody. As he ate, he surveyed the other patrons and he was disappointed when very little caught his eye.
As he ate, his thoughts turned to why he had come to this town. Perhaps this would finally be the town? His mind drifted back to when Garu had cast him out of the warren, bloodied and beaten. The King had decried him as an abomination because of the colour of his scales, though if Altrix was honest with himself his constant pranks against his warren mates had probably not helped his cause. As he thought about the King, his claws clenched and he let a faint growl. There would come a day when Altrix would slip a blade between his ribs and it was a day he was looking forward to. After he had been cast out, he moved from city to city following the same pattern wherever he went. He would set up a bolt hole and emerge at night to steal whatever he needed and whatever took his fancy.
The tavern door being flung open boldly pulled Altrix from his thoughts. An aquamarine tiefling that was richly dressed made their way into the bar and began to speak with the bartender in hushed tones. Altrix realised that this was some sort of travelling musician. He had already been run out of one town and lost almost everything, he didn't need it to happen here, especially when this was the most solid lead he had in months but the urge was almost overpowering. As his internal debate raged, he kept his eyes affixed on the tiefling. He was up out of his chair and making his way towards the figure before he had even registered the golden ring with a small ruby on his finger. Once again, he tripped as he approached the Tiefling and grabbed his hand on the way down, slipping the ring from his finger and hurriedly making his way from the tavern.
When he arrived back in his bolt hole, that was strewn with detritus, much of it worthless he began viewing the ring. After a few moments, he growled and threw it in the corner. The ring was a fake, no doubt worn for appearance sake. As he settled down to sleep, Altrix was glad that at the very least, he had slipped the stolen coin purses into the musician's possession on the way out the door and had a quiet word to the bouncer. That should make his night plenty interesting. Altrix grinned widely as he drifted off to sleep.
As he ate, his thoughts turned to why he had come to this town. Perhaps this would finally be the town? His mind drifted back to when Garu had cast him out of the warren, bloodied and beaten. The King had decried him as an abomination because of the colour of his scales, though if Altrix was honest with himself his constant pranks against his warren mates had probably not helped his cause. As he thought about the King, his claws clenched and he let a faint growl. There would come a day when Altrix would slip a blade between his ribs and it was a day he was looking forward to. After he had been cast out, he moved from city to city following the same pattern wherever he went. He would set up a bolt hole and emerge at night to steal whatever he needed and whatever took his fancy.
The tavern door being flung open boldly pulled Altrix from his thoughts. An aquamarine tiefling that was richly dressed made their way into the bar and began to speak with the bartender in hushed tones. Altrix realised that this was some sort of travelling musician. He had already been run out of one town and lost almost everything, he didn't need it to happen here, especially when this was the most solid lead he had in months but the urge was almost overpowering. As his internal debate raged, he kept his eyes affixed on the tiefling. He was up out of his chair and making his way towards the figure before he had even registered the golden ring with a small ruby on his finger. Once again, he tripped as he approached the Tiefling and grabbed his hand on the way down, slipping the ring from his finger and hurriedly making his way from the tavern.
When he arrived back in his bolt hole, that was strewn with detritus, much of it worthless he began viewing the ring. After a few moments, he growled and threw it in the corner. The ring was a fake, no doubt worn for appearance sake. As he settled down to sleep, Altrix was glad that at the very least, he had slipped the stolen coin purses into the musician's possession on the way out the door and had a quiet word to the bouncer. That should make his night plenty interesting. Altrix grinned widely as he drifted off to sleep.
