Sorry I forgot disclaimers, own squat
Pavati slowed to a walk as she saw the port's gates. She continued to walk as she stretched out her cramp in her side. Stopping in front of the gate doors, she felt a small bit of relief that the long run was over but also glad that she made it with a few minutes to spare. "Can I come in?" she asked the guard at the door.
"What are you doing in the port today?" giving this strange girl a questioning and annoyed look.
"I'm meeting a merchant. His name is Se'toe," she replied giving the guard an equal look of annoyance.
"Fine."
The doors opened to allow Pavati to enter, though just large enough to let her slip in. She walked down the narrow dirt streets lined with carts, venders and small stores. She has always enjoyed the sound of the people, but today is sounded different, it sounded louder. She noticed that the sound was coming from the back corner of Adanac, so she decided to investigate. She still had a few minutes until she had to go her meeting, and Pavati could feel the cramp in her side still, so she needed the walk.
As she neared the area that she thought she should be heading, the noise grew louder. She turned the last corner around a small building and was met by a large make-do stadium. She walked up to one of the doors, wanting to see what was inside. She squeezed her way through the small crowd around the door and stopped when she was in sight of the two fighting guymelefs.
They were good fighters, but Pavati could easily see the mistakes they made. She had taught herself how to fight after her parents were killed. She stood there, kind of dazed, thinking about her parents. They were killed by a bunch of drunk soldiers who decided to have some.. fun.. with the small village she had lived in, which was on the outskirts of Zaibach. They had killed everyone, burnt everything. Pavati had only survived because at the time she had been mad at her parents for some stupid reason, so she was in the woods relaxing. She had heard the screams and ran back to help, but it was too late. After that, she hated Zaibach, but couldn't afford to leave so she moved deep into the woods, where no one would find her. There she taught herself to fight just incase she ever met one of those Zaibach soldiers. Her only connection to the outside world was Se'toe. He had helped her get the few supplies she needed, and they had become friends over the past few years.
She was snapped out of her thoughts by a very loud clang of metal and the crowd cheer. She looked up and narrowed her eyes to see the fight more clearly. As she was watching the fight, Pavati got that feeling where someone is watching you. She searched the crowd, searching for anyone who didn't seem to belong. She found what she was looking for when she caught sight of a strange silver haired boy at the other end of the stadium. He was her age and had red eyes and the palest skin she had seen except for her own. She decided to go meet Se'toe and left, still thinking about the strange boy.
Pavati clamoured though the thickening crowd to the end of the street to Se'toes Tavern. The tavern was empty, except for a few regular drunks and Se'toe who gestured over to her.
" Pavati, hey… how's the match going, big crowd down there huh. This place will be crowded after the match and the gurlie fight, no offence." Se'toe cheerly spoke.
"None taken, and yeah you will be busy after the match. You got my supplies Se't?" Pavati spoke softly. Se'toe supplies her with food, clothing and some others things.
" Here I've put everything in this basket." He handed her the basket, "I put some cash in too, you know.. to spend."
" I know what money is for, I … I just… what would I buy, earrings or, or pretty pink gloves." Pavati snapped.
" Why don't you buy a sword, " He said timidly. By now the tavern was half full and still growing. From what the people were saying, the guymelef match had been won by Lord Kimra. He is a wealthy, pompus man who owns many businesses.
Lord Kimra enters the tavern with a large croud of men. Pavati turns her head slightly to see the crowd move towards the bar. Pavati slides to the last seat at the bar. Lord Kimra is a tall man with broad shoulders and short dark brown hair. He buys a few jugs of local wine to feed to his crowd.
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20 minutes ago
The guymelef match was short, there where a total of 4 guymelefs. The winner was the prominent Lord Kimra. He had a group of fans circling him as he was pronounced the winner. Dilandau stayed seated in his seat for the women's sparring tournament. During the period of time it took to get all of the contestants ready, Dilandau practiced his I'm-just-here-to-laugh face.
"Dilandau, are you actually considering staying to watch the sparring?" asked a voice from behind him.
With one jerk of his head, Dilandau was able to determine who the comment had come from, Thamos.
"Of course Sir Thamos, everyone needs some laughs don't they?" he replied with one eyebrow cocked upwards.
"Yes, of course, but unfortunatly I will not be joining you." Thamos answered with a slight chuckle.
"Suit yourself" said Dilandau.
With the last of the small talk, Thamos turned and left, the guards in the seats following him leaving just the dragon slayers and dilandau to watch the sparring.
It was a fairly uneventful match. Most of the women were not very well skilled. There were three girls that he considered worth while to bring back. One was a cocky girl, fairly short, kind of chubby but she had strength whose name is Pette. The other two were just as skilled. One was normal height, fairly thin and had black hair. Her name was Polly. The other was a little taller, with shoulder length blonde hair. She was called Coral. He had secretly chosen them while watching the match.
"Gatti! Chesta! I have chosen those three," Dilandau pointed to the three girls down on the ground, " you will go and bring them back to the fortress."
"Yes Lord Dilandau." They said in unison.
"Where will you go sir," Chesta questioned nervously.
"I feel like getting a drink."
With that, Dilandau left his dragon slayers to carry out his orders while he went to get drunk. He had never been to Adanac before, so he had no idea where a tavern might be. He caught sight of Lord Kirma, the winner heading down a street with a group following him. Dilandau felt it was safe to say they were headed to have a victory drink, so he decided to follow.
He soon found himself in front of a small tavern named Se'toe's Tavern. Dilandau let out a small mocking laugh at the name. With a deep sigh, he entered the building.
It was bustling with sound of the costomers talking about the tournament. Dilandau's ears could only pick up a few conversations, but they were all talking about Kirma's great win. He walked up to the bar and sat down.
"What can I get you?" asked the bartender.
"Wine."
"Sure." The bartender poured a glass of wine and set in front of Dilandau.
Dilandau took a large gulp of his drink. He turned in his seat to get a better look at the tavern. It was now full of people, talking and laughing. He noticed it was a fairly nice place compared to other bars he had been to. It was fairly large, full wood interior, and a sunken floor where tables and booths were, which were separate to the bar. As he turned to resume drinking, he caught a flash of blue out of the corner of his eye. He looked back and saw it was the girl! She was sitting at the end of the bar, by herself, talking to the bartender. Dilandau sat there, surprised that he saw her again. He watched her silently, looking at her more closely then before. She was even more pretty then he thought.
He soon noticed a small group of men heading towards the girl from the other side of the room. He could tell just by the way they walked that they were drunk. The leader of the group stepped out in front of the rest and sat down beside of the girl. I have a bad feeling about this. That drunken ass is going to cause trouble.