[o] shuffle your feet

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:300px;][style=height:380px; overflow-y:auto; overflow-x:hidden; text-align:justify; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; padding-top:0px; padding-bottom:0px; padding-left:15px; padding-right:15px;]Bran stared at the map clutched in one hand and scratched the back of his head with the other. He looked up at the street sign before him then back down. He sniffed, gave his head a final scratch, and folded the map carefully before shoving it in his pocket. Well, he had finally made it. And boy, was it hot. He craned his neck back and squinted at the bright blue sky as a trickle of sweat rolled its way from beneath his shaggy hair and down the back of his shirt. One would think that he'd be used to hot temperatures, what with working in a smithy. Really, though, there was something quite different about working in a forge and being outside in the sun. At least when he was working he could always take a break from the heat and cool down. There was no cooling down from this, unless he decided to go take a dip in the ocean. There was no time for that, though. He needed to find a place to stay until he could find himself a home and workplace. His stomach rumbled. Or at least a place to get a nice meal... He drew in a deep breath, let it out heavily, and took his heavy pack off, dropping it on the ground beside him gracelessly. He pressed his hands into his lower back, then one vertebrae at a time, bent backwards until there was a satisfying pop. He then let out a bear-like grumble, then looked down the road. There had to be some place to rest his feet for a while and cool off. Maybe one of the locals walking around would know where such a place was? He grabbed his pack and hoisted it over one shoulder, looking for a friendly face. Spying what he hoped was one, he trotted up to the person, a large grin spread ear to ear. "Excuse me, hope I'm not being a bother here. Is there an inn or something around here by any chance?" [/style]

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[castra]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/bfN0Z.jpg); padding: 15px; width: 365px, bTable][style=background-color: #fff; padding: 8px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; -moz-border-radius: 5px; border-radius: 5px; -webkit-box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #333; -moz-box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #333; box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #333; height: 100%;][style=font-family: georgia; color: #333; font-size: 25px; text-align: center; text-transform: lowercase; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: -3px;]are you afraid of the dark?[/style][style=border-bottom: 1px solid #efefef; margin-bottom: 7px;] [/style][style=-webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; height: 100px; width: 100px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/Z8Onb.png);] [/style][style=float: left; width: 100px; border-top: 1px solid #efefef; border-bottom: 1px solid #efefef; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 3px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px;]BRAN[/style][style=float: left; width: 100px; border-top: 1px solid #efefef; border-bottom: 1px solid #efefef; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: -100px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px;]000 WORDS[/style][style=float: left; width: 100px; border-top: 1px solid #efefef; border-bottom: 1px solid #efefef; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 40px; margin-left: -100px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px;]SMALL BLURB[/style][style=border-left: 1px solid #efefef; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #333; width: 195px; margin-left: 115px; margin-top: -100px;]He was actually grateful for the heat. All around Iain were thirsty, whiny people griping about the heat. He could only hope Fallon was among them. It might help to keep her little blonde ass from getting into trouble. Or, well, too much trouble. He never got a full day off from her antics. Or at all really. This would be a perfect day to take a day off, but there was no day off in Iain's world. If there wasn't some new damn tourist then it was that new bar he was adding to the inn. Really people, days off. Get with the program. He sighed as he walked back from the lumber store on home, Lord only knew what he'd find, if Fallon managed to restrain herself from burning his home down. Shit he hadn't thought of that. Was that possible? ...He needed to hurry home. Iain was in such a hurry to get back, that he nearly missed the voice. "Eh?" He whirled around in search of the source, which wasn't really that hard to find. Iain raised a brow at the young man before him, and almost sighed. Yet more work. Ah well, work was money right? He nodded at the man in a quick response, shifting the load of lumber he was carrying to one shoulder. "Aiy." He said, not caring about his accent at the moment. It was far too hot to care. "The Caoimhe Inn be nearby. Come on, I'll take ye there." Sometimes he swore he sounded more British than Scottish, but it really wasn't that. He held up his free hand before the other could speak. Just in case a protest, was on its way. "I'm headin' that way meself. Name's Iain." He held out his free hand for a quick shake before turning, assuming the other would follow. Oh wait, maybe that was too much credit. You really just never knew. "This way." Hopefully, there was an inn to return to. [/style]

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[bramble]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:100px; background-image:url(http://i41.tinypic.com/s67p7b.png)][atrb=vAlign,top][style=border:10px solid #3b3b3b; border-radius:5px; height:100px; width:100px; margin:7px; background-image:url(http://i50.tinypic.com/331gdhh.png );][/style][style=background-color:#3b3b3b; padding-top:5px; padding-bottom:5px; padding-left:15px; padding-right:15px; font-family: times new roman; font-size:10px; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:2px; width:220px; transform:rotate(-90deg); -moz-transform:rotate(-90deg); -webkit-transform:rotate(-90deg); -o-transform:rotate(-90deg); color:#fff; text-shadow:1px 1px 2px #000; margin-left:-60px; margin-right:-160px; margin-top:100px; margin-bottom:-70px; border-radius:10px 0px 0px 10px; text-align:right;]you can grow but remember [classy=tyrannicide]empires always fall[/classy][/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:300px;][style=height:380px; overflow-y:auto; overflow-x:hidden; text-align:justify; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; padding-top:0px; padding-bottom:0px; padding-left:15px; padding-right:15px;]Bran frowned a bit and shifted back. The red haired man seemed annoyed. He hoped he hadn't bothered him... He pushed the worry aside as the man nodded. The frowned lessened, almost turning into a smile, and the large man gave a nod of his own. That was good to hear. He had the feeling he could do with a bit of a nap instead of just a simple rest. The Caoimhe Inn, eh? What an interesting name. He was about to speak up and tell the man he only need directions when he was stopped by the red head. He grinned a bit sheepishly and nodded again, reshouldering his pack. "That's mighty kind of you. I'm Bran. Nice to meet you, Iain," he replied, grin growing larger as he shook the man's hand. He followed in silence for a few moments, taking in the scenery, before he examined the man and his load. "Would you like some help with that?" What with the heat and the man's kindness, the least he could do was offer. Not to mention there was the fact that he had strength to spare, considering his pack contained only clothes and a couple of tools. He was never a fan of heavy packing, even if he was planning on starting over completely. Somehow, if felt more true to start on a clean slate with as few belongings as possible. [[ooc: sorry it's a bit short; i wanted to post before i headed to bed and i'm getting rather tired.]] [/style]

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[castra]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/bfN0Z.jpg); padding: 15px; width: 365px, bTable][style=background-color: #fff; padding: 8px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; -moz-border-radius: 5px; border-radius: 5px; -webkit-box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #333; -moz-box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #333; box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #333; height: 100%;][style=font-family: georgia; color: #333; font-size: 25px; text-align: center; text-transform: lowercase; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: -3px;]are you afraid of the dark?[/style][style=border-bottom: 1px solid #efefef; margin-bottom: 7px;] [/style][style=-webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; height: 100px; width: 100px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/Z8Onb.png);] [/style][style=float: left; width: 100px; border-top: 1px solid #efefef; border-bottom: 1px solid #efefef; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 3px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px;]BRAN[/style][style=float: left; width: 100px; border-top: 1px solid #efefef; border-bottom: 1px solid #efefef; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: -100px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px;]000 WORDS[/style][style=float: left; width: 100px; border-top: 1px solid #efefef; border-bottom: 1px solid #efefef; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 40px; margin-left: -100px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px;]S'OKAY C:[/style][style=border-left: 1px solid #efefef; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #333; width: 195px; margin-left: 115px; margin-top: -100px;]Iain raised a brow slightly at the other's initial reaction to him. Truly he couldn't be that terrifying? For a man of this size, he should not seem threatening. A little intimidating maybe, but despite being older than the other he was outmatched build-wise. But his face relaxed as the seconds ticked by, he didn't want the other to think he was being judged. Iain wasn't judging, just made curious by an observation. At the very least, the other male's reaction showed respect for his elders. Ah yes, he knew that little protest was coming. Well he certainly seemed pleasant enough. At least he didn't seem annoying or anything. Iain figured he might get along rather peacefully with this man...but he pitied him. He had yet to meet Fallon. Handshake over with, the Scottish man shifted the weight more evenly, so he wouldn't have one sore shoulder in the morning. He blinked at Bran when he offered to help. That he wasn't used to. Mostly because everyone knew he could handle himself. But he didn't want to risk ruining the peace by inciting continuous offers, so he shrugged and nodded. "Sure." He figured Bran wouldn't offer if he couldn't handle it, so he didn't bother asking. Instead just handing him and even half of the lumber. "Thank ye." He was used to foreigners asking more questions by now. About the innkeeper or his accent. Especially if they didn't know Iain was the innkeeper. But the silence was enjoyable too, Iain wasn't a particularly social person. He could handle it, so long as the other didn't banter annoyingly. He could only deal with one Fallon in his life after all. "Are ye passing through or moving into town?" He asked, more on instinct than for the sake of smalltalk. Every innkeeper asked their clients that. It was like some unwritten rule. Some annoying unwritten rule that he diligently followed. [/style]

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