A Priest And A Smoker In Search Of A Puppy

Job: Find The Lost Puppy!
Rank:C
Player Requirements:
Minimum 1 C rank mage or 2 D rank mages. Minimum of 15 posts with 250 words each,
Job Requirements:
At least one C rank mage or equivalent too, defeat 5 vulcans minimum, bring back the puppy safely.
Job Location: Spooky Forests
Job Description:
Mrs Hammelten's puppy ran away from home. Last time their butler saw puppy running toward spooky forest. Save the puppy before vulcans do anything to him.
Enemies: Weak- Weak vulcans.
Normal/Strong/Boss- Strong vulcan.
Reward: 1,200 Jewels

A cozy evening was setting as an orange glow was lightning up the road. Dryaw was walking through the grass fields that laid around the dust road. A yellow flower bed was decorating the other side of the road and looked beautiful from here. Dryaw didn’t want to disturb them so he was walking here. Connecting to the earth the gods had shaped. Not made by man. Sometimes he just needed to be away from civilization things. The sound of wind filled his ears as it was completely silent. Even the animals started to fall quiet for the coming night. Celine was walking forward because she wanted to transform alone today. Sometimes a bit of privacy for that thing was for the better. Especially on a public road. Well not that there were many people around.

He was on his way to the holy castle. The centrum of religion in fiore. He was invited by the other heads of the churches. Well to be honest he was baffled that there were only two churches living in this region. And even those two were very small. Fiore was in a dark age on the plain of spiritualism. It was sad to express it lightly at the very least. There was a lot of work to do to gain a foothold here for his gods. And further more to make the power for the church rise. This land needed to be led by a hard hand. The number of dark guilds was rising. Fighting a dark guild the moment he entered this land showed this.

He shook the stress from him and looked at the Building that had appeared along the road. It was a normal looking tavern kind of building. The hang board of a smoking herring was hanging on the roof. While smoke was coming out of the chimney. Ah a place to rest. He really needed a drink. The gods provided for his needs he tought as he pushed the door open to the tavern. The door slammed against the wall as the wind was blowing behind him. Making his entrance known to everybody In the room. A sweat drop appeared on the back of the priests head.

A sudden silence fell over the patrons of the Snuffly Duckling when they all stared intensively at the newcomer. It was something that always happened when somebody walked in that they didn't know, but now especially. They have never saw someone like him before, a strange man with an attire that didn't seem from around this place.
And as the man walked down into the pub, their stares followed him. Until he had sat down, then the talking slowly started up again.

Some even started to approach the priest, towering a few inches above the man.
'huh, you got some golden bulbs in your head man! Thomas look over here!'
'They gotta be worth some pretty coin, wouldn't it!'
'Maybe he wants to get rid of them!'

A few meters away from them there was Denvyl, sitting at the bar and sighing at the sight of what was about to happen. Unlike most of the brutes in this place Denvyl had noticed that the man wasn't afraid when he walked in. Only just out of place. Which he couldn't blame him, most people felt that way when they entered a tavern that was filled with grotesque brigands and mercenaries. There were a few woman off course, but even though they weren't bad to look at. They were as rough as the other patrons. Except for their bartender, Anne Beth. The way she looked she could be just a man.
'Yo Birdie!! you gotta look at this! He got geld in his eyes man!'
An anime symbol of annoyance appeared on his head, when he heard them calling him by his ill nickname.
'Don't call me that thomas! And don't you have something better to do!'

Dryaw was walking through the bar as to be as normal as possible. He was here just for some food and drinks nothing else. He probably could take these guys all on if there would be problems. But he rather didn’t fight in a bar. They were just drunks and fighting harmless people was not a good thing to do. It wouldn’t be right for a blessed person to do. So he just sat down on one of the chairs and ignored the fact of the staring eyes. He pulled a chair back from the table and sad down as he motioned to one of the waiters.

He could hear log foot steps behind him and a sweat drop appeared on his head he already knew what was coming. Every tavern the same routine. First saying his eyes were from gold and they were a lot of money worth. Then asking if he would sell them. And lastly they would resort to violence. He was readying himself to attack them if necessary. But it seemed they first wanted a opinion of a guy somewhere back in the tavern.

He seemed like a bandit alright. With a scar on his face a cigar in his mouth and long hair. He was dressed In a long coat with fur on it. he seemed to tell them off. Hmm was it the rarely intelligent person he would find in a establishment as this. The waiter came close and was asking what he wanted to drink. He was dressed in a rather blunt way as his apron was full of beer stains and fat spots. A rather lousy bar man.

“Good day dear man, Give me the finest sense of the hair of ferinity and a sniff of the roughness of calinor to that man there. ”, dryaw said as he pointed to the man in the corner. Dryaw said as he gained a smile on his face as he explained what he wanted. The other man didn’t had a clue what he was talking about but his tavern experience quickly found out what he actually meant.

“So a wine for you and a whisky for the man right its coming up”, the man said and he walked away. Dryaw nodded in agreement to the order and turned back to his table as he hold one hand against his head and started praying some deep more. When the man came back and put the whisky in front of the other man he held his wine cup high and nodded to the man for the wisdom he had showed.

In one swoop Delvyn put the glass to his mouth and gulped down the whiskey, and in that same movement he forcefully put the glass back onto the bar and stood up. Only to walk over to the man who was kind enough to buy him a drink.

He shoved back the chair at the other side of the man's table, and took a seat. Only to glare at the oddly replacement the man had for his eyes. He had seen this kind eyes before, not that it was some important event from his past. But because of his work as a mercenary he had traveled around the world, fighting battles for countries who he couldn't even pronounce properly. But he always had a keen memory. And could remember with ease some of the oddities he had seen before. And he had come across this kind of people before, when he was fighting in a distant land.
'It's been a long time since I saw someone from your order so do. So tell me priest what brings you all the way to this country. What is it you want?'
Delvyn was his usual blunt self, and mostly always got immediately to the point. Which was probably not one of his most refined traits. And definitely not the way most people would speak towards a person of religion. But then again, where Delvyn and this priest were, was not a place were common folk gathered. And manners probably left this place a long time ago.