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- Joined
- May 8, 2011
Cadishmar was said to have giant's blood in him. It was hard to tell whether that was true, or if he was simply just tall for being a human. It mattered a lot, in battle. Though he was muscular, he wasn't really hulking like an orc or an ogre, but his human cunning and his almost inhuman reach lent him enough advantages that he could measure himself with the best of warriors. There had been talk of him becoming a guard at the castle, once. But anyone who knew him, knew he was averse to strict regimes unless he picked them himself.
The life he chose fit him much better, and it alienated him from his ambitious parents. He had started off selling his propensity and talent for violence to the cartels in the castle city of Oenbar. He climbed the ranks quick, since every challenger and ruffian who gave him half a chance, he'd beat or cut down. Now he ran his own little operation, but had to allocate a bit toward the countryside to do so. He may be scrappy, but he couldn't take on already established gangs without building his own. For now he "protected" a couple of taverns and even an emerging farm trade.
The criminal and bastard came into the Moo Moo inn. He was rather affectionate toward this place, and would come even on his freetime to enjoy it. The menu had any number a dairy-infused treats, and combined with alcohol content, Moo Moo was a popular local haunt. Of course, he knew their revenue stream and charged his fees accordingly. It kept the owner, or part owner, Joseph, on his toes. Lately Cadi's fee had been so high their payments had been coming in short. And today was interest day.
Cadi could smell the anxiety in the Joe as he was led into the office of the Moo Moo, and sat down with a glass of their warm milk, this one with a splash of whiskey and a wedge of the famous local fruit, which could give you a tritylating high if you dried the rine and powdered it before consumption. It was a trade Cadi was going to explore next.
After a short discussion with the husband and father, the Inn master knew, from heavy insinuation from the commanding man with the black hair and blacker eyes, that there'd be no leniency on todays collection, but that there might be something else worth money, except, well, money. Though Moo Moo was a beloved watering hole around here, people, mostly men, showed up for its staff, and it wasn't really the man who did the finances that siren called patrons from near and far. Joe was ashamed to call his wife and daughter in, that they may help with the debt, but he had no choice.
And when the two females came in, Cadi would be reclined, leather pant clad legs crossed and heels balancing on the floor where he sat. He had a milk mustache that he quickly licked off, his pronounced features amused and subtly excited to finally have a real taste of the Moo Moo.
The life he chose fit him much better, and it alienated him from his ambitious parents. He had started off selling his propensity and talent for violence to the cartels in the castle city of Oenbar. He climbed the ranks quick, since every challenger and ruffian who gave him half a chance, he'd beat or cut down. Now he ran his own little operation, but had to allocate a bit toward the countryside to do so. He may be scrappy, but he couldn't take on already established gangs without building his own. For now he "protected" a couple of taverns and even an emerging farm trade.
The criminal and bastard came into the Moo Moo inn. He was rather affectionate toward this place, and would come even on his freetime to enjoy it. The menu had any number a dairy-infused treats, and combined with alcohol content, Moo Moo was a popular local haunt. Of course, he knew their revenue stream and charged his fees accordingly. It kept the owner, or part owner, Joseph, on his toes. Lately Cadi's fee had been so high their payments had been coming in short. And today was interest day.
Cadi could smell the anxiety in the Joe as he was led into the office of the Moo Moo, and sat down with a glass of their warm milk, this one with a splash of whiskey and a wedge of the famous local fruit, which could give you a tritylating high if you dried the rine and powdered it before consumption. It was a trade Cadi was going to explore next.
After a short discussion with the husband and father, the Inn master knew, from heavy insinuation from the commanding man with the black hair and blacker eyes, that there'd be no leniency on todays collection, but that there might be something else worth money, except, well, money. Though Moo Moo was a beloved watering hole around here, people, mostly men, showed up for its staff, and it wasn't really the man who did the finances that siren called patrons from near and far. Joe was ashamed to call his wife and daughter in, that they may help with the debt, but he had no choice.
And when the two females came in, Cadi would be reclined, leather pant clad legs crossed and heels balancing on the floor where he sat. He had a milk mustache that he quickly licked off, his pronounced features amused and subtly excited to finally have a real taste of the Moo Moo.