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Escorting a drunk soldier - D-tier [job/solo]

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Lexiara

Lexiara
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Job Name: Reliving Glory Days (Repeat)
Job Rank: D-Tier
Job Location: All Major Cities
Job Rewards: 50 XP, 3000 Huang
Job Overview: An old soldier is drunk at the local tavern, telling bawdy stories of his better years. The customers are getting annoyed and the tavern keeper wants him out. Either escort the man home and listen to a story or put him out of his misery.

Night had fallen several hours ago, her trip to the market had taken longer than expected and the elderly merchant purchasing her leather goods had invited her to dinner after the money matters had been settled. Grateful, she had accepted. She did not mind cooking over a campfire, but a meal served on a table, made by someone else, would be fantastic. The merchant had taken a liking to her and the good condition leathers she brought in every week. He took her to a local tavern which he proclaimed had the best food in this part of the city.

The dinner crowd had mostly dispersed and the drinking crowd was already well into their cups, creating a loud, boisterous environment when she and the merchant arrived. They took a relatively quiet table in the corner to avoid some of the noise and a young woman came to take their order. The merchant ordered for both of them, assuring her that she would adore the roast he had ordered for her. His kindly manner reminded her of the elders in her tribe, always willing to help out anyone they could and ready with a story of their younger years. He was no different and he filled the time until their order arrived regaling her with tales of his childhood. The stories continued as they ate, though it was becoming harder and harder to hear him over the din in the tavern. One patron in particular, an old soldier, was being especially loud, his voice getting louder as time went on.


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Lexiara

Lexiara
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He was telling stories of his younger years, of the women he had seduced from different countries and the women he had tried and failed to seduce. The merchant was becoming irritated at having to nearly shout to be heard and several other patrons had looks of aggravation and impatience with the man. When the tavern keeper came to deliver their bill, he was obviously beyond frustrated with the drunken soldier and quietly asked the merchant if he knew of anyone that would be willing to remove the man. Lexi overheard and offered a bright smile.

“I would be happy to escort this man home, sir. Where does he live?” The merchant tried to dissuade her, afraid for her virtue, but she laid a comforting hand on his arm. “I will be fine, just give me directions to his home.”

Reluctantly, the tavern keeper gave her directions to the man’s home and wrote out a crude map for her. With another smile, she thanked the elderly merchant for the meal and stood, approaching the loud man with an innocent smile. He paused in his story to give her a glazed look.

“Sir, I would love to hear more of your stories, but I fear I must head back to my camp. But it is rather dark out and I am scared that I may become assaulted on my way out of the city. Would you do me the honor of protecting me?”

The soldier could scarcely turn down the opportunity to escort a pretty young woman from the city, his sense of honor only slightly dulled by the libations. With a slurred tone, he nodded in agreement, many of the patrons giving a sigh of relief to be rid of his loud voice and bawdy stories. He stumbled to his feet and she gingerly took the arm he offered up in what she assumed he thought was a gallant motion. She gave a wave to the merchant before gently tugging the soldier for the door.

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Lexiara

Lexiara
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They were barely out the door when he dove into his next tale of some woman in Imuchakk, taller than him with brilliant blue hair. She discreetly checked the crude map the tavern keep had given her as she guided him through the streets, the soldier regaling her with the story of how he had attempted to seduce the blue-haired woman only to be turned down and then beaten to a pulp when he tried again. He was halfway through his next story of his time in Balbadd when they stopped in front of his house. In his drunken haze, he didn’t even stop to think it was odd when she led him through the door and to his living area. He was still telling his story as she brought him a cup of water, which he greedily drank down before seeming to finally notice that he was home.

“Wait, I was escorting you home!”

She chuckled softly and shook her head. “I think I can make it just fine from here. But please, tell me more about your time in Balbadd, I want to know what happened when the little boy stole your coin purse!”

He gladly continued with the story, telling of how he had chased the young boy through the streets and alleys before finally catching the troublesome boy near the river. “And then, from nowhere, a bunch of them street rat kids surrounded me! One of ‘em dropped a rock on my head and BOOM, I was out cold. When I woke up, the kids were all gone, along with my gold… and my boots. Dang kids, they took my boots!”

She was laughing throughout the story, making sure to refill his water cup several times while she listened. By the time the story concluded, he was much more sober and coherent. When she stood from her spot on the floor, he gave her a kind smile.

“Thank you, miss. I know I can get rowdy, but I’m not a bad man. Just lonely. My kids are all long from home, doing their own adventures. I miss them so. So thank you, young lady. You have eased an old soldier’s loneliness for the night. Are you sure you can get back to your camp safely?”

She gave a bright grin and nod. “It is not too far from here. I will be alright. Have a good night, sir!”

He gave her a thankful look and waved as she headed for the door. Once outside, she laughed softly to herself. The man had been full of tales of adventure and conquest and she had truly enjoyed herself. The moon was bright and lit her path back to her small camp and she was asleep within minutes of her head hitting her pillow.

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