<blockquote><div><cite>Wave Drakon wrote:</cite>Kaim's hands slowly wrapped around the glass of somewhat unclean water, he brought the rim up to his lips, normally he would smell such unsanitary water to check for any differences in its eventual taste, however the ten years apart from any meaningful friendly contact has caused him to become..not so much careless, but uncaring in any dangerous actions that befell him. With several small but urgent and desperate sips Kaim slowly gulped down the clear liquid, his dry and sore throat being soothed calmly by it. With a small gasp of the refreshment he was experiencing he tilted his head back taking the entire tankard of water down his throat greedily, a small lock of his dirty brown hair fell out from under the cloaks hood and hung down his chest.<br/><br/>With a silent tap Kaim placed the now empty tankard back onto the wooden bar area, he glanced up as he noticed the open palmed hand of the barman, flexing his fingers in a beckoning manner, <span style="font-style: italic">"Your payment..sir.."</span> Kaim quickly shuffled a hand inside his tunics left lapel to withdraw a mahogany shaded leather bag, dirty like the rest of his attire and tied at the top with a once golden thread now blackened. With a mournful grimace on his lips Kaim released the top and dropped two gold coins onto the bar, clattering as they fell and soon silenced by the barmans hasty hand, scooping them into his other and biting on them to check for authenticity.<br/><br/>Kaim sighed slowly, he was running low on money and his inheritance wasn't accessible from this town either. He stood up slowly with his knees buckling for a moment he slammed a hand onto the bar surface, his other hand accidentally brushing the soft fabricated leg of another patron, "I..I apologize..ma'am." He had to assume it was a woman, he was too weak to lift up his head for any quick glances. Picking hmself up properly he raised a hand to pull the hood further over his face, he aimed for the doorway to leave. He was moments away from the rainy environment outside, but a sudden snapping sound caught his attention and caused him to halt, a loud double clatter soon to follow as his blade fell from underneath his cloak, the hilt hitting the ground first and then flipping so the scabbard tip soon followed. Kaim sighed depressively and crouched down to pick it up, the unmistakable shimmer of his family crest and elvish runes shining through with a dull silver colour amongst rust glazed remnant of the metallic scabbard. <br/><br/>Kaims hand grasped around the scabbards middle, the cold but rough metal making his palm tingle. After a few short breaths he used both of his hands to tie together the broken strap, slinging the sword over his shoulder, another grimace on his lips and his teeth clenching as the metal clacked against his aching back.</div></blockquote>