<i>Arrowpeak. She was from the place where he had just ordered mercs to go after a fire elemental, and she was a fire Mage.... shit What had he done? He had taken her mentor away from her, or worse, her friend. An Elemental of fire magic. well that wasn't any good. He had to get it back, that's the only thing that  held no question in his mind. Especially with the book now in his possession. Fair trade his ass, if he had the Elemental, he could give it to her at the end of the conversation. How was he going to explain this....<br/>
</i><br/><b>"I think one of my travels took me through Arrowpeak, long ago, miss Crestbone." </b>He said ignoring the fact that he put  price on her mentor's freedom. He suddenly realized that the merc wasn't coming back. Good thing the tracker was on him. He'd chase him down to figure out who the Elemental really went to. And hunt them down, and take it back, as Deacon was part of a trade he had no idea about till after it happened. This made him sigh, as he looked at her join him,<b>" Common hospitality where i'm from, especially with someone aspiring to become part of the Magi." </b>He spoke after a moment, gripping the book as if it were all he had to his life. It wasn't very big, he would have been surprise if she even seen the black leather thing under his hand, on his black trench coat.<br/><br/><b>"I hail from Minioria, a kingdom in Gerastat. Far from here, several hundreds of miles." </b>He spoke simply, as if it was no small feat. Where as Arrowspeak was less than seventy five miles away, a two to three days walk at most. He realized maybe she thought blackstaff was a place, and not a title. With that, he watched as their food was placed in front of them. And he got to work with the knife and fork, cutting the chicken in half, and placing part in his salad as he diced it up. while the other half got mixed in with his potatoes. He took a bite of the chicken garnished potatoes, and gave a nod, before tearing into his bread. He opened it all the way in the center, before he started pushing the potatoes and chicken inside, and closing it around it, creating a sort of sub like sandwich with it, and began eating it all together, wondering when she was going to start eating, did she not want something that someone else paid for? or was she that worried about the Elemental. Deacon did not believe in coincidences. She was here, trying to track it.<br/><br/>That much, he was certain of. She may not be old, but she had a heart of a gold. And here he had ordered the kidnapping, even if he didn't get the rewards, it was his fault that there was an order anyways. He slowly ate his potato and chicken sandwich, making sure to enjoy it between drinks of the ale. Deacon took little notice To Gar, other than to say thanks, and kept eating his food. He was half turned to Emery, and half focused on the book in his lap, wondering what wanders lie further in. Supposedly it was everything he needed to know about water magic. If he opened it and read it, it would seal the deal. But it would also make him stronger. He would have to come clean with this stranger, and explain what he knew, and what he had tried to do. It would either show her to be mistrustful of him, or to take him for his honesty.<br/><br/>He turned and lowered his voice a little bit,<b>"What brings you to Lindham? Not exactly the most savory of places. A lot of shady people hang out here, as the story you heard showed."  </b>Deacon said with little remorse about it, before finishing the Potatoes, chicken and bread, and pushing his salad in front of him, tossing it lightly, he added the dressing, and began eating it slowly. enjoying the flavor the chicken gave everything else. House salad was good. All sorts of vegetables inside it, now which seasoned chicken, and a moist sauce, made it delicious as he slowly ate it, and waited for his reply.<br/><br/>He slowly finished the salad, and then took the final drink off his Ale, before turning back to the bar, but leaving his head angled towards her.<br/><br/>Tag:<a class="username" data-user-id="91" data-username="@Wren" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/91/">@Wren</a>