Inn, Fling, Thing, [Galaeron, Dimel]

(Go for it e ve I'll follow your lead)



Part of the job?



It was the one thing that weighed heavy on Galaeron's mind as he journey back downstairs to Dimel. The young dark elf opened his mouth to give the other the prices of the different rooms, but Galaeron was stumped by his words. "Tell me where to go?"Galaeron moved closer to the table and grabbed the back of a chair. "You really traveled to all of those places sir? I mean...I've traveled to Tusa once with Alias before but.....that didn't go so well.” He paused for a moment and then decided that it would better to move the conversation along. “Alais, said that depending on the room you what, it can range from 5 to 15 silvers. Of course, 15 being the best room they have, and with the meal that would be 6 extra coppers.” Galaeron finished with a sigh, as the people of the inn started to glare at the two.



Not that Galaeron disagreed with the older man. Reluir was his home; he was born here, grew up here, and will probably die here. But Galaeron’s view of Alva was so small, and he’ll like to change that soon.


(//weeps sorry if this response is crap, i'm going through some more stuff and i have a lot of homework.)

"Okay..." the young male said with a shrug. Galaeron cared very little about which room people bought,and how much they tipped others. It was really none of his business. The elf reach over to take the coins from the older male, but Galaerson suddenly lowered his eyes and pursued his lips together after hearing Dimel's words. "In all my years, this inn is the furthest I've traveled from home," he found it...a little embarrassing now. But in the past Galaeron really had no reason to leave his estate, he had everything then.
 
Suddenly the door swung open, and Galaeron pulled his hand away once he saw the boy stepped into the inn. Gal saw the blood, "fuck! What happen to you!?" and immediately ran over to the younger one. He took a small look at the other's wounds then furrows his brows after hearing about the horses. The older male ran right past him, and Alias stormed out of a room from the second floor. "WHAT!??!" she snapped glaring at Galaeron and the teenager, "I leave for 10 minutes an-- Nym! Care for the boy! Galaeron, Go to around to the back, use my horse and get those fucking horses back," she grumbled her last couple of words just making sure he got the message. Get those horses back, or don't come back the business did not need a thievery.

And with that the elf was gone.

Galaeron galloped at full speed doing his best to catch up to Dimel. Soon enough the older one was in sight, "OI!!" Galaeron shouted from behind. He lead over to the right of the horse and outstretched his hand hoping that the other would grab it. They'll be able to catch the thieves if they were both on horseback, they just needed to keep them in sight.

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//weeps sorry for the wait, Homework was hard this week ; 7;
Um tell me if this doesn't make any sense or if I should change anything //papmings

"!!!" Okay this man was heavier than he incapacitated, but Galaeron held out and granted the support Dimel needed to get on. He flicked the reins of the horse to encourage her to speed up, and quietly listened to the other elf. “Alright,” Gal replied as he made the horse turn right down the block. He paused of a moment then turned to the elf behind him,” you know………You should cut down on Nym’s soup.” And could stand to lose a couple of pounds…Gal left his last thought unvoiced, considering the fact that the man was right behind him.



As the other stated, they did comes across a couple of alleys. He ran past a couple of them hearing nothing until—“Here!” Gal pulled on the reins, and charged the horse down the third one they passed.

“All in the sword…?” the elf mumbled in confusion, what the hell did that mea--- “!!!!” Galaeron was ripped from his confusion as the other decided to whisper into his ear. It made the young one gasp and jerk and press his ear against the top of his shoulder. “For Atros’ sake! There’s no need for that—I’m right here just speak to me normally,” god damn it! Gal internally snapped as he waited for the other’s signal.



And once directed, Galaeron leaned, and was grateful for following orders for once. But once the thief lost control of the horses, Gal couldn’t help but smile at the sight before glancing at Dimel. “Ideas? Ha, you mean something besides picking him bare and leaving him to rot?.....Hrm I do like his vest.....”

"Good choice, it's a good vest," Dimel responded. He didn't care if the thief ended up clothes less after this. He shifted in his seat, keeping a hand on Gal, to keep steady.  The rough riding was a sore reminder of his age. It only made his ire worse but rather than letting the culprit rot he said, "Rather than rotting, bring him to Alais. Watch Alais get his piece out of 'im."

With more practice than grace, Dimel pulled his sword. The weight was hardly what Dimel had hinted at. Longswords were fairly light, and fairly effective.

The thief had struggled to maintain control of Dimel's horse, which he rode, but failed. Grasping for the reigns, Gal and Dimel caught up to the dark elf. He searched desperately for something to defend himself after catching sight of DImel's sword, and yelled, "Don't kill me!"


((Gal can do something to stop the thief if you want. He doesn't have to listen to Dimel give orders. I figured whatever you wanted to do is what stops the thief and they can do whatever they want with him at this point.))