Patrols, Pooches, and Palaver

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Lamora
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Character: Erilian Lamora

Patrols, Pooches, and Palaver

Post by Lamora » March 25th, 2021, 10:13 pm

First impressions, Rat knew, were the only impressions that mattered. They stuck in one’s memory, seeping into each thought and notion long after they had passed. The wrong one could set a path awry, clouding the truths of character without warrant or reason. Keen was the man who made certain such impressions were done right, with proper preparedness and forethought. Lucky for him, Rat was keen as they came.

He skimmed the board listing the various contracts available, struggling to understand the occasional word he had previously judged too long to commit to memory. In truth, he had never been one for reading, or writing for that matter. Setting words to ink added a finality to them that sat uneasy with him. Anything worth knowing, he figured, should be spoken aloud; free to shift and change with the wind. To live as any man would and die upon its last whisper. But Rat knew well the ways of the world and so he made no gripe or gab about it. First impressions and all.

After a long moment, his interest settled upon one titled “This is the Way”. A patrol, easy business the way he figured. A nice brisk stroll and fresh air to clear the mind, to ease the soul. And, luck giving favor, just enough to put old Rat’s name in good grace with his new kin.

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The route was simple enough to follow, he thought. He hadn't taken it himself so he knew not the way by memory but could find it easy enough. He had never been a tracker but hoofprints fell heavy upon mud so finding them proved no task.

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A fine cully Rat met upon the road, as often was the case in his recollect. Trig in dress and strange in speech, Rat had taken a liking to him. He seemed a man who shared the same distaste as Rat with the quietudes of folk in these parts. A fast friend, a right pal.

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He had warned the pooch off, last thing Rat wanted was the thought of a trampled pooch seeping into his dreams. It was best to leave things clean, he knew, free of guilt and regret. Unfortunately, it seemed it's maw had misunderstood the exchange and went on and got nippy. He took no joy in putting her down. It wasn't the first time he had bled a maw for a misunderstanding and it wouldn't be the last. Such was the wicked ways of the world and it was not Rat who made it such.

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Rat could always respect honest men doing honest work. Sweat set to drying upon their brow. The meekhood brought upon by servitude burned into their eyes and, with enough time, it would burn into their very souls. Leaving them not men at all, but dogs to be set to leash. Good lads, right pals.


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And as he had notioned, it turned out to be a easy enough trek, say true. Roads safe. Nary a bandit or brigand, not on Rat's heed.

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