A Few Errands (Matt)

[Al Kinney]

Oh dear Lord, not again...

Albert Leon DeWayne Kinney glared at his dragon silently. The look he was giving her was clear enough to explain his feelings. She was beginning to get on his nerves every day now. Not that getting worked up wasn't a daily thing for him or anything.

"Give me the shirt, Tiamat. Right now."

The small silver dragon looked at him, curiosity gleaming in her dark optics. He seriously thought that she had taken his shirt? It was laying right behind him...

'You seriously believe that I would pull such a childish prank? Perhaps you're searching too hard. Your shirt is right in front of your nose.'

Al took a deep breath. Now she was lying to him. Deciding to humor her, he spun around, looking for the shirt. Sure enough, it was in an obvious place. Nature loved proving him wrong, didn't it?

The red head grabbed the shirt and slipped it on. He had been told to go to Jysperia to talk to some random man to see if his mother could purchase some of said man's crops. The whole thing didn't really make sense to him, considering how she could have just gone to the market. That seemed to simple for his mother, though, whose goal was to be difficult and put him through as much crap as she possibly could. That was how it seemed, at least. If he asked her about it, she would surely think of some excuse for him.

Avoiding that road was surely the best route. The young man had decided to take Tia to the man's house to ask him for crops on his mother's behalf. Seeing as he wasn't really a people person, it may not have been the best of ideas.

A few moments after he had gotten his shirt on, the pair took flight. It was much easier to fly than to walk, of course. If someone tried to shoot them down, however, it was a completely different story. Al would probably end up beating someone to a pulp. It wasn't all that likely people would see them as a threat. Tia was a rather small dragon, not very intimidating to the naked eye.

[Graham Argent]

A man draped in white robes stumbled along the rolling plains. He had been traveling for some time now but it was time to return home. Home being the word to describe where he should reside rather than where he was actually born. Since he and Mister Argent spent their whole life wandering, he didn't have a set place to call home.

The man looked to be a monk on a pilgrimage or something if not for the weapons he carried on his person. The only one visible at the time would be the long sword strapped on his back, over the cloak-like robe. Two other weapons were concealed. He was a trained warrior and could use them proficiently.

Damn, where was the cursed road?

So far, the main pathway has eluded him. He was a notable tracker, maybe it was the fatigue that had him off or maybe because he was hungover. Though it's a little strange since he hasn't had an ounce of ale for three days, must be a status ailment picked up from that rabid wolf he faced the other day.

Where's a white mage when ya need one?

Stumblestumble

[Al Kinney]

Al cracked his neck, ready to get to business. This farmer wouldn't like letting his mother down, that was for sure. Then again, it would be a rather bad idea to threaten the man who would provide them food. He was also a supposed friend, so it would be reasonable to be willing to sell a little something or another... wouldn't it?

'Feel free to land now. I have no idea where to go, so I planned on asking random strangers about where the guy lives.' Al thought his plan was a great one. He had not really thought it through, though, so the next thing Tia came up with surprised him.

'You do realize that when you ask people 'Hey, do you know where that farmer guy lives?' They're simply going to respond with 'which farmer?' and you're going to look like an idiot, right?' She began to wonder if Al's brain actually functioned. He typically didn't make much sense. He never thought things through, for that matter.

Al sighed and shrugged. 'Riiiiiight. I guess I should probably look... but that would be more time consuming. So I'm just going to ask random people.' Looking down, he saw a tiny figure. 'Hey, Tia! Down there! There's someone. Maybe they'll know.'

Tia, in turn, saw what Al was pointing at. She seemed to nod slightly in response and began her descent far enough away from the figure so that they wouldn't be startled.