Barroom Encounter

Rand dropped down from the stage. The crowd had gone silent and  all eyes turned to him as he made his way through the throng of patrons in the bar, over to the corner where the barbarian sat. 

"You care to repeat that?" Rand asked of the burly fellow. 

You could hear a coin drop on the counter, it was that silent. 

The barbarian turned to face the thin fellow walking towards him. He just shrugged his shoulder and turned back to his tankard. 

"Get back to your job, little man," the barbarian said. "Someone is going to get hurt." 

"You're damn right someone is going to get hurt," the bard said. "You take back what you said and I just might forget about it."

Tales of Yore

Chem stood with his hands clasped behind his back staring out the bay window, watching the ships come in and out of the harbours. He was dressed in formal grays, his hands in white gloves. He would give anything to be on one of those ship heading out to who-knows-where and exploring the other dimensional settings that the ribbons had to offer. But at the moment some other matters were more pressing. 

The door chimed as it opened; he didn't turn around to see who had entered the quarters. 

"Commander Finder," a young ensign said. "You ready, Milord?" 

Chem looked at his reflection in the window. He saw a reflection of a man who had seen so many friends come and go. 

"Commander?" the ensign said after a several long seconds. 

Chem snapped around and picked up his cap on the edge of a chair. "Sorry. I was just remembering a time when matters like these were rare." 

"I gather he was a close personal friend," the ensign inquired.  

"He was like family," Chem replied and followed the young ensign out into the hallway.

Citadel Portraits

Serisia

Chem Finder

Kitty