Leto's Hovel

Leto Karme · September 8, 2008, 05:09 AM

Timestamp: Fifth brightening of the First Month of Spring, Era XV

A one room hovel? thought the young adult as he wandered into the Old Prime district. Making his way through the district, he looked upon his Visa one last time to see where his new address was. And there it was, a small one roomed hovel sitting on the right side of the street. Making his way through the crowded streets, the brown haired man pushed open the door, and then entered. Looking at the decrepit walls, he yawned for a moment, and then moved inwards. There was a bed on one side of the room, and a desk on the other, with a single chair.

Taking his time as he moved through the room, adorned in a white linen shirt, and brown leather pants with leather shoes, he took a seat upon the bed, having closed the door behind him. Taking off his shoes, he rested his feet on the bed, and laid back, looking up towards the ceiling. So, this is what it is like to live on your own? he thought, as he ran his right hand through his hair. Letting his brilliant blue eyes stare off into the distance, he began to snooze a bit, drifting in and out of sleep...

Romeo Navende · September 8, 2008, 05:29 AM

That very same day, time and place.

He had taken to wandering about the city's domicile areas, finding warmer and more sheltered corners to spend the night, not that he slept all that much. Yawing like a lazy lion, Romeo stuffed his hands in pockets, ignoring his growling stomach to the best of his abilities. He was still homeless, foodless and near penniless. Attempting to make his funds last, he could not afford to lodge in any inn, or eat at any restaurant or cafe. He missed Jaedaxia.

Ah, home had been something precious, everything he needed in life. Beautiful women no matter where you turned, all eager to listen to his fantastical stories. He had it all there. But something was lacking, there was a sameness to Jaedaxia he couldn't quite cope with. Besides, he was a wanted man for 'deflowering' the daughter of a noble. Romeo chuckled to himself lightly. She had been deflowered long before he got to her!

Standing now in the street, he watched the people move about freely. No one in particular caught his eye, however a falling object did. With his elvish dexterity and grace, he stumbled forward and picked up the small pouch. Shaking it, the rattle of a few coins was like music to his ears.

Knocking on the door of the one roomed hovel, he called through to the occupant in a silken voice.
"You dropped your purse outside."

Leto Karme · September 8, 2008, 05:39 AM

Sitting up abruptly, and looking towards the doorway, he wondered. Curious as to who might be at the door, when he had just gotten there, he stood up. Making his way over towards the doorway, he scratched the back of his head a bit, and then placed his hand upon the door knob. Pulling open the door, he lifted his head from looking downwards to forwards, and was a bit stunned. He had not seen anyone quite like this man, this elf before, at least from his experience. The man looked ragged, and unkempt, like he had not bathed in quite some time, or taken care of himself in a time. Perhaps he was homeless, as some of the people who lived in the old prime district were.

Lifting a hand forwards, he stared off into the distance, and then smiled a bit, and said, "Why thank you my good sir... erm... where did i drop it? I seem to be a bit clumbsy sometimes, and misplace things..." After he said that, he would allow himself to retrieve the pouch, unless the man felt like playing games with his head. Not to say it hadn't happened before, for he was used to cunning men doing things of the sort sometimes, but hopefully this wasn't one of those pranks he was used too...

Romeo Navende · September 8, 2008, 05:49 AM

With a broadening smile, the elf mix dropped the pouch of coins into the hand of the young man before him. Chocolate eyes could not help but notice the stark insides of the newly acquired hovel. It seemed all to be grey, except for some radiance from the man before him. Such stark eyes in dark features. Running a hand through his lank hair he leaded against the door frame, still struggling to keep himself going.

Half turning to look back into the street, he pointed to an arbitrary spot on the ground and turned back.
"Just out there, I heard it fall and saw you were closest. I assumed it would be yours." With a small chuckle he closed his eyes for a moment, waiting for the hunger pains to pass with a deepening frown. Eyes snapped open and a hand shot forward. "Romeo Navende.Its a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Should Leto take up the offer, Romeo's shake was strong and warm, much like his personality. "So, what reward do I get? I am hungry, a meal would be lovely, don't you agree?" No less than forward, Romeo was still smiling, eyes not wavering from Leto's. How could one refuse someone as charming as Romeo?

Leto Karme · September 8, 2008, 06:08 AM

Sad to say, one could not refuse an offer from someone as charming or as handsome as Romeo. Staring into his eyes, he smiled, and then offered his hand to Romeo's and shook it, almost daintily, but with the strength of a man as well. As he pulled his hand away from Romeo's, he said, "My name is Leto, Leto Karme, and it is most certainly my pleasure to be meeting you, as you have found something of great importance to me... granted money isn't everything, but when one has to live on their own, it is more than important... Ah but yes, listen to me rambling, you do look starved..."

As he commented on this, he smiled, and then said, "The Crown Inn happens to be right around the corner... perhaps you would like to have a bite to eat there? i hear they have some decent food..." he smiled, and while awaiting a reply stepped back, offering a space between them, although he certainly didn't mind being close to this newfound aquaintance. Perhaps in the future he might even be able to call him a friend...

Romeo Navende · September 8, 2008, 06:32 AM

A sharp laugh came from the elf mix, stepping inside at the offer. He nodded approvingly at the space, the design, even if he had just moved in. Never having owned a home himself, Romeo was at a small loss at what to say. So, he continued to nod approvingly. The offer of food was indeed a great one, even if Romeo had been the one to suggest it himself.

"Would you mind, if before we go, I freshen up? I have been wandering around for sometime and have yet to discover water and soap." Slipping off the bag on his back, the long leather coat, he placed them both on the desk. His garments were ragged, the brown jerkin with the off white shirt underneath, long trousers that fitted loosely on his thin frame matched the fabric of the jacket. Worn leather shoes of light supple make finished the odd looking ensemble, which seemed to suit him to a tee.

He waited for Leto to say yes, assuming no would not factor in at all, and set about finding the water source for the hovel. Scanning the room he assumed there would be a pump outside, one where you could fill up a container of sorts. With a smile, Romeo removed the jacket, laying it down carefully. A hole in the back of his shirt, the area about it lightly stained, glimpsed a diagonal wound, three inches long. It was healing slowly, the rough edges telling of cauterizing. He fumbled in his bag for a clean shirt, while waiting for Leto.

Leto Karme · September 8, 2008, 06:42 AM

Leto smiled, and backed away from the door, allowing the man into his newfound home. Watching the man start to set his stuff down, he grinned, and then said, "Sure thing, i've only just recently moved into this hovel, granted to say you caught me on my moving in day, but i'm sure the watering pump is out in the back, you can take as much time as you need to freshen up..." As he said this, he watched him remove the jacket, and then noticed the wound that was upon his back.

Gasping a bit under his breath, he looked down towards the ground, and then moved towards him a bit, placing his coin purse upon the desk in the hovel. "Might I ask what happened to your back?" he queried. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to, but it looks as though it might hurt a bit..." he finished saying, and then stepped forwards to examine it a bit closer, but not getting to close for fear of invading Romeo's personal space...

Romeo Navende · September 8, 2008, 07:06 AM

Having stepped out and found the pump and filled an upturned bucket. Coming back inside, he noted Leto's movements and turned is head, looking down at the tear in his shirt.
"It doesn't hurt anymore." Shrugging he removed his shirt, examining the hole a little more carefully. He was covered in lots of little scars from various fights, scuffles and so forth. Deciding to use the shirt as a towel, Romeo quickly washed his face, the fresh youthful character shining through. His hair was scrubbed quickly and a comb was rescued from a pocket to slick it back. He looked almost presentable.

"Someone tried to rob me, but found I had nothing of value. I was found and healed by a family of gypsies." Putting on the fresh shirt he smiled, rescuing the rest of his clothes from the disorderly pile of his belongings. "To dinner! I'm famished, can't remember the last time I had a decent meal."