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Submitted: 20 October 1999 Respect... by Trentbac Kri'Sect (Crossing, Zoluren: 162 Uthmor 359)The door swings open, a tall Prydean stalks in. His furr, what can be seen from under the Senious Leathers, mask and gloves, is a dark black. His mane cropped and clean. He steps further in to the Tavern, shutting the door behind him. A slow and steady step brings him to the bar, a final adjustment to his leathers brings him to a halt. He removes the mask and gloves, putting them in his Forest Green Pack. "A mug of ale, I care not what kind it is." Dusting himself off in the moments it takes the barkeep to serve the drink, he quickly drops a few kronars on the bar and takes up the mug. "Tell be barkeep, what do you think of this city? This, Crossing?" He looked over the rim of the mug as he guzzled the first bit. Without reply he went on. "You easterners puzzle me. There is no respect shown to those who deserve it." Leaning into the bar the Prydean finds a more comfortable position. "I came to this land in hopes of escaping the horrors befallin to my home...and I have." He sips the ale, apparently in deep thought. "I have made a home of this eastern civilization. I have joined the Barbarian's Guild and made my mark within it...or so I perceive. Yet I don't speak of respect for myself. I've not known many of you Easterners as of yet, but most seem fair enough." He sips at the ale, nursing it along with his random thoughts. "I find it odd, that those who most revear, your 'Great Mages', are also those who recieve little in the way of respect. It truely puzzles me. These 'Great Mages' and 'Grand Heralds' as I've heard them called, work diligently for the betterment of your provinces, and yet all I hear is upset and disdain." He sets the now empty mug on the bar, awaiting a refill. "Mind you, the occasional thanks or praise will slip through someone's lips, but I hear it so little. You'd think for race's that depend on these 'Great Mages' and 'Grand Heralds' so much, there would be more thanks and respect for the work they do." He picks up the now refilled mug and draws from it. "I might add that in my time here, I've been aided by a few of these 'Grand Heralds' and even a 'Great Mage'. I've found them to be worthy of my respect and thanks. Perhaps the next time one of you Easterners begins to take your Mages and Heralds for granted, you think upon where you would be without them." With that he guzzles the rest of the ale, belching loudly afterward. The Prydean pulls his mask and gloves back onto his slender body and makes his way out the door. |
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