Lazarus Oathbearer
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❝ That was their way, their heathenish hope; ❞

» A man remembering himself
» Crusader, defender, combat healer

❝ ...deep in their hearts they remembered hell. ❞
wastedcrusade.bsky.social
"By the way - my companion and I, well, mostly her, she's smarter, but we're looking for someone named Eshenesra?" Sort of. She'd really only asked if he knew her.

Knowing [about] her might help something.

"Do you know anything about her? Or, uh, rather confused men she might know?"
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He counts out eight silver and holds it out to her, along with a single gold for the food - remembering Tabitha's earlier instruction.

...Broth and rice would, hopefully, suffice. But he has a feeling he'll be back again soon. Perhaps there were some way he make up for his potential blunder now...
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about politics, either.

He ends up clumsily pointing at two items on the menu at random, adding, "These, if you'd recommend them. Besides that, two single-bed rooms, one for myself and one for my companion. Is that... right?"
wastedcrusade.bsky.social
"Depends what you have." The dull rumble of conversation was a little overwhelming, he realized, after the calm of a night of travel and open air. His wings flexed slightly and withdrew without him really noticing, and it occurred to his vacant mind that he didn't seem to recall too much
wastedcrusade.bsky.social
Sounds rather uncomfortable.
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Fire that will burn and burn and burn until it burns through flesh to cauterize the heart and soul.
wastedcrusade.bsky.social
They enter and his eyes sweep the room until he finds the check-in counter, made apparent by the customer standing beside it with his luggage in tow.

"A table, I think. Let those drinking their fill tonight have the bar. If you'll find a table, I'll fetch food?"
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When he does, his long, black hair cascades down to fall just past his shoulders, rumpled and slightly flattened, but otherwise clean.

That had gotten itchy. He should have removed his helm ages ago, but the thought had not occurred yet. Beneath the helm, he bears no horns.
wastedcrusade.bsky.social
As they approach the tavern, he makes a note of the conversation, and for the moment, only responds to Tabitha's worry with a quiet nod. He removes his horned helmet, lest he duck nearly a foot just to avoid marring the ornate carvings of the door frame.
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WellIreallyshouldbegoingnow!
wastedcrusade.bsky.social
his belongings when he rests– ah.

"Do you know if this tavern has beds available, as well?" He follows just a half-step behind her stride. "I could always camp outside town, but some security would be nice."
wastedcrusade.bsky.social
"I do believe I trust your judgement, Tabitha. Lead the way." He tucks the rest of his money back into his coin purse, finding quiet relief that he won't have to worry about a meal for quite some time. It hadn't occurred to him to even consider that yet.

He makes a note to go through the rest of-
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I think you might be confused, too?
wastedcrusade.bsky.social
[blinks in tall twunk]

...Again, we're talking about [me?]
wastedcrusade.bsky.social
...Can I get back to you? My relationship status is very confusing right now and so is the rest of my life.
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–and a little scared.

Right now??
wastedcrusade.bsky.social
and pulls out a fistful of gold interspersed with silver and the rare bronze.

"What do you think? Enough for a decent meal?"
wastedcrusade.bsky.social
"I imagine I [have enough,] I just don't know what a fair price would be, or the names of them. Might be a small wonder I know how to put my boots on." He does, doesn't he? He woke with them on–

Thank goodness he found someone friendly. He reaches into a coin pouch at his belt
wastedcrusade.bsky.social
Might you help me with payment, and in return I'll cover a hot meal for each of us at a stall, or one of these establishments we keep passing?"
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But he glances at the basket full of her rations. Wouldn't she need them on the road?

He thinks quickly. "I could certainly eat, yes. I do have a fair amount of coin, but no notion of its worth.
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But after a moment, he shakes his head. "No, I cannot say it does. It does remind me of... something. Just not the sense Sundrinker's does, and no real familiarity. I know that's not very helpful."

He nearly accepts her offer immediately. He can't recall eating... well, ever.
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"I do mean those who [would] take up arms against such a disaster. I should have been clearer," he answers apologetically. "Though... I suppose there's something to be said for anyone holding onto that sort of hope.

I'm rambling. You were asking a question. Eshenesra..."

The name holds weight.