09-08-2016, 04:02 PM
Murasaki rose from his seat in the monitor room. He really needed a break from this. Rose stepped in to take his spot for awhile while he head back up the tunnels. The young man sighed and rubbed the dust from his dark brown hair. The construction of the tunnels were going well, but they could always be better. The tunnels were currently being held up by thick wooden support beams that were cut down from the trees in the forest of the fields. Although Murasaki seemed like a simple and calm guy, but inside he was constantly worried about the state of everything here in the Fort. With Amber gone, that put him in full charge, and he would see this fort at it’s best 24/7.
The cold air that hit Murasaki’s face was like an oasis in a desert. While the tunnels were efficient for their purpose, the air was rather dense in the third tier. He took a deep breath and savored it, walking around the tents that traveling merchants had set up looking at their peculiar wares. Odd trinkets like necklaces and jewelry, and weird weapons and foods Murasaki had never seen before. It was interesting to see many new things, especially in a new world like this.
After his walk around in the courtyard, Murasaki returned to the tunnels, stopping in at The Barrow. The inn was already a social hub. It was not as busy as would be if they had chosen a more populated area, but nevertheless it had people coming in and out enjoying a mug of ale, or a can of soda. The alcohol was an addition Murasaki only saw for benefit. He himself did not enjoy the thought of alcohol, but it is hardly a settlement if your settlers are unhappy. On that note, morale looked extremely high. Many of the people in the tavern seemed to be having a good time in The Barrow. It was a sign that this might turn into a larger settlement with more time and care. Although the inn had a more tavern type of look, it still had some technology and modern additions. Things such as coolers for their drinks, and stoves to cook their food, even a relaxing tune played from the speakers above them. Who needs to hire a bard anyways?
‘Saki sat down in front of the bar and called for the innkeeper, Bianca. The woman approached him and leaned up against the counter, “Hey, how’s it going? This place is a dirt hole right now, but it’s our dirt hole I guess.”
Murasaki nodded with a grin. “Yeah,” he replied with a soft chuckle. “The snow reminds me of home. Did we get anything new?”
“Some travelers that recently departed traded us some coffee beans for only a few silver coins.” She replied.
“Coffee, hunh? I'm not a fan myself, but I assume you took the deal because of your fascination of the stuff?”
“Yeah, but I bought enough to sell to the inn guests as well, so we can make a profit off of it.” Bianca explained, handing the man a soda. “On the house.”
“Of course it is, I run this place.” He said.
“I always wanted to say that though.”
Murasaki silently judged his companion, but took the soda anyways. “You’re weird.” He took a gulp of the caffiene goodness and stood up. “Thanks for the drink but I should really get back down there.”
“No problem, keep us safe.” She replied as he walked off. Murasaki headed back down to the lower tiers and switched places with Rose again, resuming his day-to-day work.
The cold air that hit Murasaki’s face was like an oasis in a desert. While the tunnels were efficient for their purpose, the air was rather dense in the third tier. He took a deep breath and savored it, walking around the tents that traveling merchants had set up looking at their peculiar wares. Odd trinkets like necklaces and jewelry, and weird weapons and foods Murasaki had never seen before. It was interesting to see many new things, especially in a new world like this.
After his walk around in the courtyard, Murasaki returned to the tunnels, stopping in at The Barrow. The inn was already a social hub. It was not as busy as would be if they had chosen a more populated area, but nevertheless it had people coming in and out enjoying a mug of ale, or a can of soda. The alcohol was an addition Murasaki only saw for benefit. He himself did not enjoy the thought of alcohol, but it is hardly a settlement if your settlers are unhappy. On that note, morale looked extremely high. Many of the people in the tavern seemed to be having a good time in The Barrow. It was a sign that this might turn into a larger settlement with more time and care. Although the inn had a more tavern type of look, it still had some technology and modern additions. Things such as coolers for their drinks, and stoves to cook their food, even a relaxing tune played from the speakers above them. Who needs to hire a bard anyways?
‘Saki sat down in front of the bar and called for the innkeeper, Bianca. The woman approached him and leaned up against the counter, “Hey, how’s it going? This place is a dirt hole right now, but it’s our dirt hole I guess.”
Murasaki nodded with a grin. “Yeah,” he replied with a soft chuckle. “The snow reminds me of home. Did we get anything new?”
“Some travelers that recently departed traded us some coffee beans for only a few silver coins.” She replied.
“Coffee, hunh? I'm not a fan myself, but I assume you took the deal because of your fascination of the stuff?”
“Yeah, but I bought enough to sell to the inn guests as well, so we can make a profit off of it.” Bianca explained, handing the man a soda. “On the house.”
“Of course it is, I run this place.” He said.
“I always wanted to say that though.”
Murasaki silently judged his companion, but took the soda anyways. “You’re weird.” He took a gulp of the caffiene goodness and stood up. “Thanks for the drink but I should really get back down there.”
“No problem, keep us safe.” She replied as he walked off. Murasaki headed back down to the lower tiers and switched places with Rose again, resuming his day-to-day work.
"I've been neglected, harassed, beaten, and diminished all my life. What motivates me to continue? The glory of proving people wrong. Being worth more than the numbing existence offered me. To be a hero." - Amber