Spradlin
Posts : 4
Join date : 2011-11-20
Age : 37
Location : North Wales, UK
 |  Subject: Cornelius Spradlin  Fri Nov 25, 2011 1:44 am | |
| - The long journey had exhausted his purse and he had finished the last of the cheap wine that he'd pilfered before setting off from Pinelyn. Upon his arrival at Knoxwater for the first time, he naturally sought a drinking establishment to quench his thirst. A few inquiries with the locals led him, of course, to the tavern. His beggary was ill-received by most but that was to be expected. Resigned to his fate, he decided to try his luck at the tavern. Had he not been able to persuade someone to buy him a drink, there were other ways of earning coin. It wouldn't have been the first time that he'd resorted to underhanded methods. Cornelius didn't enjoy mugging people, but he wasn't above it.
- As luck would have it, the first person he'd met at the tavern (an old man who introduced himself as Cylas) accepted his offer of company in exchange for a tankard of ale. Then another. And another. The unkemptly dressed stranger seemed so fabulously wealthy that he ended up buying a bottle of brandy and sharing even that with him. Cornelius didn't remember much after that. He awoke in a puddle of drool on the hard cobblestones outside, in great discomfort but oddly cheerful. What an evening!
- After a full day of fruitless panhandling his mood had soured and by nightfall he had once again resolved to steal what he needed. He returned to the tavern only to find the man he had befriended the previous night sitting exactly where he had left him. Oh what luck! This time he opted to buy him a hot meal to go with his brandy, served to him by a very attractive bar wench who even joined them in a toast! After the meal, Cylas unveiled a musical instrument and they enjoyed yet another night of merrymaking. What a marvelous place Knoxwater was turning out to be. If only Cornelius had known that the man he had spent two nights accosting without constraint was in fact, King Cylas Robarthe himself, he would probably have disgorged the contents of his stomach against the tavern wall.
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