The Crooked Cane Tavern, Hyrule Castle Town
15 Blood Moon, 9990
Solid sat at an old, slightly sticky table at the far corner of the noisy bar. It was bustling with the normal weekend night crowd of drunk merchants and workers releasing their stress from the week with a few bad pints and good company. Solid stood out from the crowd, despite the simple brown cloak he wore to cover his pristine clothing, causing many glances in his direction. He sat a bit too upright, his back straight and his legs crossed as he tapped his manicured finger restlessly against the table. However, he didn’t appear to be uncomfortable here, as he had worked at this tavern when he was younger, and knew many of the workers and the frequent guests.
The barmaid set down a cup of cider down in front of him before slipping away to serve another table. Usually a wine drinker, this particular bar didn’t carry anything so refined so Solid had to settle. He took a sip, winced, but licked his lips. It wasn’t the best grade, but it would do for now.
His eyes were trained on the door, waiting. He had put out a request through his channels for bodyguards, of sorts.
Solid had made an instinctual decision of stealing a certain item out of petty revenge and was currently paying for it dearly. He never would have thought that the old and tattered looking sheath he had taken from a wealthy client would have been worth so much that the client would actually send people to come after it. There wasn’t even a sword attached to it, after all. The paint on it was chipped away and there were no gold inlays or jewels to be found on it.
Solid had managed to slip away from his pursuers now, but without any sort of skills of his own for protection, he knew he wouldn’t last long. He was safe here, among all his old friends, at least for now. He needed to leave town though, and his first thought lay with his parents. Though there was the added danger of bring his pursuers to them, he rationalized it was better to try and go there to protect them, since he saw already how petty this man could be.
Thankfully he had a rather strong connection in town, a previous client, who dealt with some of the shadier parts of business. A request for a bodyguard was sent out along this channel and Solid was to meet potentials here at this bar tonight.
“Hello there, gorgeous.” A man with a pint in his hand collapsed into the chair across from Solid, a grin on his face. He was obviously completely wasted and had trouble sitting upright, his words slurred. Solid’s eyebrows rose, amused. He doubted this man was looking for a job. Solid leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on his hand and smiling back at the man.
“Hey there sugar, what brings you to my little dark corner. Did you lose your friends?” He asked, slipping a loose strand of hair behind his hair with his free hand. The other man was obviously very out of it. He had a flushed face and was swaying slightly.
“You’re my new friend!” The man exclaimed a bit loudly with a sleepy smile. He downed the last of his pint before it dropped onto the ground and the man slumped forward onto the table, passed out.
Solid chuckled at the unusual situation, reaching over and poking at the man’s head, getting no response.
“Well I suppose this is better than no company at all.” He mused out loud, picking up his cup again and taking another drink.