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🧙 WHO: Din and You
⚔️️ WHAT: Quests and the general day to day of life
🕒 WHEN: throughout October
🗺️ WHERE: Camelot and around
⚠️ WARNINGS: potential violence?

A - New Digs

[With all the refugees coming in to the city, Din figures he can at least give up where he's been squatting for the past few months. He has enough funds from all the work he's done around town to purchase a caravan wagon. It's not big, it's a little run down, and currently it's not going anywhere from where it's parked on the edge of town, but Din likes it. It's familiar, and reminds him of the Razor Crest, as much as that still stings.

He's usually up early making repairs since the roof leaks, and the door's off its hinges, and it definitely needs a new coat of paint. But he's happy with it.]

B - Headless Horseman

[There's the sound of impact as Din dodges out of the way of the charging horse, his spear landing a few feet ahead of him. The Headless Horseman rides past, and he can hear the thundering hooves retreat. He does his best to stand quickly and grab his spear, readying himself for the next charge.]

I've got it distracted! Get them away!

[There's a slight tickle in the back of Din's head, which he's started to realize is the sense that he can bargain with the creature in front of him. But he gets the feeling that his opponent is not in a listening mood at the moment.]

C - Bunker Down

[Even though he's out of the inn, there's still more work to be done it seems, so Din is focusing on making beds. It's not difficult. Certainly not as much work as regular maintenance on his star ship. And he's pretty good at that.]

Hey, could you hold that part steady? These need to fit together properly if the bed's going to stand.

[He doesn't have three arms so that makes some of this more difficult.]

D - Wildcard

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[ Rarely had her past companions asked her to help out; Izutsumi had always been more interested in escaping employment than shouldering more work. Still, when the stranger addressed her, she cocked her head, eyes trained on the beam that Din had indicated, then reached out with two slender hands that ended in claws.

Wood: duly braced o7. ]

Why do they need so many of these?

[He nods his thanks, taking a moment to hammer in some of the nails.]

Guessing you're new? A dragon attacked some cities last month, leaving a lot of people without homes.

So we have to make space for them.

A dragon? Out here?

[ Her brow furrowed as she listened. Well, that would explain a bit, wouldn't it? Dragons were walking (or flying) calamities, apex predators. Most people wouldn't stand a chance against one, let alone your random townsperson. ]

How'd they get rid of it?

[ Also: should she be concerned? ]

Not here specifically, but in one of the other cities. Or former cities, I guess.

[He shrugs.]

We were able to drive it off, but not before it burned down a city. Haven't seen it since.

So it's still around somewhere, huh?

[ Even for a dragon, that was quite a lot of damage. Maybe it had been particularly enraged, which... come to think of it, didn't bode well for future dragon-free excursions. If it was that pissed off, wouldn't it come back? ]

Who's 'we'?

Most likely.

[Din assumes it will probably come back if it gets hungry or something. The Dragons here are very different from the ones he's encountered.]

People like us, Otherworlders. There's a lot of us here.

Oh. Not the people from here?

[ Well... someonehad to man the taverns and shops, she supposed. Actually, perhaps this place was more like back home than she'd thought. ]

Everyone keeps asking me what kind of magic I can do. It's weird.

They were mostly fleeing the dragon. I'm sure there were those that helped but for the most part, defence seemed to fall on us.

I'd like to say you get used to it, but it is weird.

[Oh good, someone who gets it.]

You figured it out yet?

Not really. I wasn't the magic user of my last group.

[ And who would be better equipped to sling spells, the storied elven magic researcher or the ninja cat? No points for the correct answer to that one. ]

But I heard there are people here who can break curses.

I avoided it as well. Magic isn't common where I'm from.

[And while he's gotten used to it, it's still very much in the camp of others are better at this I'll still to what I know.]

Should be. Might be someone in town, but there's also a network you can ask.

Where's that?

[ She had been getting the distinct impression that most of the 'out-of-towners', in fact, came from some pretty odd corners of existence. At least the others had occasionally bandied around talk of some theoretical other world. ]

I will. Someone around here's got to know what they're doing. Bet they'll ask for an arm and a leg, though. [ Ah, well. Such was the price of work. ]

Planet called Nevarro.

[He's spent enough time there and has enough people there that it currently works as a home base. Especially since he doesn't know where his tribe has gone.]

I can't say I know what the going rate is, but I can ask around.

Nevarro. [ She rolled the foreign-sounding name around in her mouth. At least it wasn't too hard to say. The bigger question was why this man was offering to help her. Surely not out of the goodness of his heart, right? ]

Huh? Are you part of a guild or something? [ Or maybe the man simply wanted to steer loose business toward his own network of connections? Well, as long as they were good at what they did! ]

[Technically yes, but not on this world.]

Not really, just been here a while. And it gets easier for everyone if information can be shared.

But not everything, right?

[ She assumed, anyway. Where there were people, there were secrets!! ] I bet there's still people who make their deals under the table.

Wouldn't surprise me either. Especially when you look at the quest board.

[Not that he's ever opposed to the dark web quests. Some of them have brought good money.]

[Elza was making her way back to town after camping out in the wilderness. Even despite being in this city, this world, for the few months that she had the gunner couldn't let go of old habits. Even with the influx of refugees and the like it did little to dissuade her from her them.

Making her way up along the path, a wagon up ahead drew her attention. That seemed to be new...

The figure on the roof seemed familiar. Familiar enough for her to saunter over towards the wagon that had seen better days.]

I hope you didn't pay much for this. [She was amused. Mando didn't exactly strike her as the travelling merchant type. Giving the wagon a once over, she supposed that she'd seen much worse in her travels.] Going to get a steed to pull this thing?

Paid enough. Managed to haggle the price down.

[If anything, the fixer upper will keep him busy, especially with the cold potentially rolling in.]

Thinking about it. But it's fine where it is for right now. And not really in any shape to go anywhere.

Figured it was better than camping or sharing a room.

[Heh. Running a critical eye over the wagon, she couldn't help but think no matter the price it was too much. However some people did like having a project.]

Don't like your room partners snoring? [It was said in a teasing way. Then she stepped over to run her fingertips over the edge of the weather worn wheel before her attention ran up to the door hanging mostly from its hinges.] When do you intend to move into this thing?

Figured I'd just be in the way. And I'd been there long enough.

[And it was looking to be a bit more of a longer term situation than he was prepared for.]

I more or less have already. I've fixed up worse.

[Considering the constant maintenance of the Razor Crest, this is nothing.]

[She could respect that. And if he were anything close to her with his bounty lifestyle, he'd feel more at ease without having unknown factors in the form of others to consider. It's partly why she opted for the camping option. Beasts were easy to predict. Humans and the like less so]

Well, I suppose as long as you're happy who am I to argue? [It was said with an air of tease before she took a few steps back and glanced up. Well knew if she was serious though when she spoke given the twinkle of mischief in her eyes.] Need a hand at all?

[He knows what he's gotten himself into. And he's pretty sure the Razor Crest was in worse shape after the ice planet. This is nothing.]

The roof needs some reinforcement. If you could pass me some of the boards, that would help.

[She reached up to pull Sturm from her back. Setting the rifle against the side of the wagon, she reached over for the first board.

Pulling it into her grasp, she hoisted it up to Mando's waiting hands.]

Do you find the repairs of such vehicles therapeutic? Or are you just biding your time?

Honestly, I think it's both. My old ship needed constant maintenance so I'm more or less used to it.

Granted, I don't plan on this thing seeing much action once it's all together.

[And he'll take the boards, laying them over the hole.]

[Reaching out to bring another one up to him, Elza was quiet in thought.

The answer was honest. As he took the plank of wood, she regarded him in thought. There weren't many people in any world that she held any level of respect for, and yet (as small as it may be) she felt a small spark of it for this particular one.

Interesting.

Never mind the fact that the use of 'ship' brings forth the image of sailing battle ships. The thought of there being actual flying ships, let alone ones that went out into space, was a concept she hadn't heard of.]

Wagons rarely give much of a tactical advantage in battle anyway.

True. Usually knocking one over for cover's about the extent of it.

[Which he may have done the odd time or two.]

Thankfully there's other ways to get around as well.

[She supposed that he had a point there, especially in this world. There had been a number of times she had travelled by wagon in the past but she hated the lack of control over a situation while being within. The gunner had much preferred traveling by foot or horseback because of it... Still did even now despite the magic this world had given her.]

Knock this thing over and you'll probably end up with a pile of broken boards to hide behind. [She smiled in that teasing flirtatious way of hers before offering a chuckle to show it was all in jest.] It will make for a decent space to rest your head, handsome.

Although have you considered the troubles you might bring yourself for having it parked right out front of town? [Mando you are parked between whatever might attack in the future and the people in the Town. She's sure you've realised this so why put yourself in such a position?]

Decent's all I need.

[The fact that he's survived worse is probably a refrain by now. And well, cover's cover in an emergency.]

Figure I can probably handle it. Unless there's a horde attacking the city, but that's yet to happen.

[And this place seems peaceful enough.]

For now anyway. [She was certain that he could even if it wasn't a position Elza had in interest in putting herself into. Besides, she'd seen enough wars to know that trouble would eventually darken this city's doorsteps.

After the boards had been handed off, she turned her attention to the broken door. Like everything else to do with this wagon it had seen better days. The hinge pin seemed to have disappeared from one and the other seemed to be beyond repair.]

Have you already purchased replacement hinges for this door?

There should be a box with supplies in it. Figured I should at least get the roof dealt with first.

[There's a wooden box with tools, extra wood, hinges, and other bits and pieces that might be useful. At least until they're not or he finds he's missing a piece.]

I have a list.

[The phone's useful for that at least.]

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