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esp_dragonFandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Summary: Roland sneaks out.
Rating: K
Notes: Set in their training time.
Written for the 'Lies' prompt for 100rare.
I'm a little confused by how the currancy works. Either that or I was just trying to use WoW's system where 100 coppers = 1 silver, 100 silver = 1 gold. Which then... yeah. Carrying one-hundred silver pieces? =/ You have a seriously bulky pouch. So I'm going for thirty pieces to 'level up'.
Genre: General
Word count: 446
Status: Complete
Landing lightly on his feet, Roland glanced around, making sure no-one had seen him. There were a couple of people in the area, but none were looking at him. Good. Straightening out of his crouch, Roland brushed his knees and elbows free of dust and began to walk the familiar route to the baker's.
* * *
Kisdale smiled as he leaned on the counter, his sleeves rolled back and his skin covered in flour. "Same as always?"
Roland nodded under his cloak, making sure no-one was looking at him. The bakery was empty though, and there weren't that many people walking past the window.
"Your friend really does go through these quickly - how are his teeth?" Kisdale asked as he turned and ducked behind a door.
"Still white," came his usual response, because it was true. Grisia never suffered from toothache - Roland suspected that even if Grisia had three meals that consisted of sugar he would still be unaffected.
Kisdale came back through with a large grey box in his hands. "Some guy," he said, chuckling. "Twenty silver ducats."
Handing over the money, Roland took the box and left.
* * *
This was always the trickier part: sneaking back in with the cake. Getting out was easy when you could get over the wall, but the cake wouldn't survive the drop from any height and even before that, Roland wouldn't be able to have a proper hold on the box while climbing the wall either. He'd found this out the first few times he'd tried.
"And where have you been?" a voice boomed behind Roland once he had made it inside, and he nearly dropped the box. Damn, it was Captain Vikeo of the regular platoon. Roland briefly wondered if he should hide the cake but it would be too obvious if he began ran around a corner and then came back again so he turned around, the box on full display.
"Nowhere," Roland answered, only remembering that he should actually look at the Captain when talking to him after he'd said that.
Captain Vikeo's eyes flicked down and then back up again, his arms crossing. "So you haven't been outside the walls?" His bristly mustache moved as he spoke.
Tensing at the question, Roland shook his head.
"Where did you get the box from, then?"
Uh... Where was a good place that you could pick up boxes here? "In the dungeon...?" There was a lot of boxes in there, right?
Sighing, Captain Vikeo said, "Right." He motioned at Roland to carry on with what he was doing, turning around and shaking his head.
Phew, Roland thought, seeing Captain Vikeo walk away, he didn't think he'd believe him!
Summary: Roland sneaks out.
Rating: K
Notes: Set in their training time.
Written for the 'Lies' prompt for 100rare.
I'm a little confused by how the currancy works. Either that or I was just trying to use WoW's system where 100 coppers = 1 silver, 100 silver = 1 gold. Which then... yeah. Carrying one-hundred silver pieces? =/ You have a seriously bulky pouch. So I'm going for thirty pieces to 'level up'.
Genre: General
Word count: 446
Status: Complete
Landing lightly on his feet, Roland glanced around, making sure no-one had seen him. There were a couple of people in the area, but none were looking at him. Good. Straightening out of his crouch, Roland brushed his knees and elbows free of dust and began to walk the familiar route to the baker's.
Kisdale smiled as he leaned on the counter, his sleeves rolled back and his skin covered in flour. "Same as always?"
Roland nodded under his cloak, making sure no-one was looking at him. The bakery was empty though, and there weren't that many people walking past the window.
"Your friend really does go through these quickly - how are his teeth?" Kisdale asked as he turned and ducked behind a door.
"Still white," came his usual response, because it was true. Grisia never suffered from toothache - Roland suspected that even if Grisia had three meals that consisted of sugar he would still be unaffected.
Kisdale came back through with a large grey box in his hands. "Some guy," he said, chuckling. "Twenty silver ducats."
Handing over the money, Roland took the box and left.
This was always the trickier part: sneaking back in with the cake. Getting out was easy when you could get over the wall, but the cake wouldn't survive the drop from any height and even before that, Roland wouldn't be able to have a proper hold on the box while climbing the wall either. He'd found this out the first few times he'd tried.
"And where have you been?" a voice boomed behind Roland once he had made it inside, and he nearly dropped the box. Damn, it was Captain Vikeo of the regular platoon. Roland briefly wondered if he should hide the cake but it would be too obvious if he began ran around a corner and then came back again so he turned around, the box on full display.
"Nowhere," Roland answered, only remembering that he should actually look at the Captain when talking to him after he'd said that.
Captain Vikeo's eyes flicked down and then back up again, his arms crossing. "So you haven't been outside the walls?" His bristly mustache moved as he spoke.
Tensing at the question, Roland shook his head.
"Where did you get the box from, then?"
Uh... Where was a good place that you could pick up boxes here? "In the dungeon...?" There was a lot of boxes in there, right?
Sighing, Captain Vikeo said, "Right." He motioned at Roland to carry on with what he was doing, turning around and shaking his head.
Phew, Roland thought, seeing Captain Vikeo walk away, he didn't think he'd believe him!
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Date: Feb. 15th, 2011 07:19 am (UTC)*grins* Please write it, eeeeeeee!
XD But of course!