by C S » Thu Jan 27, 2011 2:21 am
A while later, the cart pulled up to a large wooden construct beside the cobblestone road. The path meandered and wrapped around corners, diverged at some places and intersected at others. The trip was quite long. Desrium looked to Syria and said "I thought you said it wasnt far" She shrugged and hopped off of the cart, proceeding to unfasten Perioul. "Im sure a wanderer such as yourself has walked farther. It could've been a lot worse. We could have been heading uphill if Daaven wasn't founded in this valley" She said as she undid the lizard's restraints. "Very true" Desrium replied. He thought soon after "I could have been in the ocean again" His first memories came up at the thought, and Desrium quickly forced the unpleasant images aside. When the last of the leather straps were undone, the lizard like animal shot off, quickly moving to the door of the inn. The front of the building had a deck and a slanted wooden awning stretching out over it, thin wooden supports holding it up. On the deck were a few chairs and tables, and on the end of the awning were many curved carvings, like the settlement's walls. Perioul's claws clattered across the deck until he reached the door, where he reared up onto his hind legs. He had a slouching posture so his head wouldnt brace against the awning. He fumbled at the door with his right clawed hand, hooking the door knocker with a talon and raising it up. The door knocker was made of black metal and it was in the shape of a Frondfoot's head. In its open jaws was a silver ring, and it was being held at the curved end of Perioul's claw. The lizard flicked its wrist, letting the ring swing down and thump against the door before stepping back with an awkward shuffling motion. He looked as if he was waiting for someone to open the door. Syria simply laughed at him. "You know where you sleep, you silly Frondfoot!" She walked up to the door, slipping a silver colored key into a lock below the door knock and turning it. Afterwards she pulled the key out, tucking it into her coat pocket while pulling the door open. “Desrium, do me a favor and unload the cart, while I go put Perioul in his enclosure” Desrium nodded and wordlessly turned to the cart, reaching over the side and grabbing a crate. It was fairly large, but he got a solid grip on the bottom of it and swung it over the edge of the cart. He started walking up to the deck as Syria was leading Perioul off of it, the lizard now on all fours. She was heading to the back of the inn, a nagging uncertainty bugging her. Could she trust the armored wanderer wouldn’t steal anything? So far he seemed trustworthy and seemed harmless, but things arent always what they seem…
