Chapter 2

The Cleric

Laucian woke with a start and looked around. He was at the inn, and he had talked with a few people the day before, trying to get some more information on his quest. Pondering what the dream was about, he stood up, wearing only boxers. He sighed and rubbed his face. Maybe he was feeling homesick. The man grabbed his pants and yanked them on, also slipping on a t-shirt. He didn't want to put all of his gear on right now. All that stuff is hard to put on in the morning. Especially the leather armor. Oh god, he really hated putting on that armor. Anyway, he opened the door to his room and walked downstairs to the bar, stumbling every so often because of his recent drowsiness. He sat down on one of the stools right in front of the bar and tried to blink away his tired. He looked at the person next to him through narrowed eyes and saw that they were staring at him. Once he had looked at them, they snapped their head back to their drink, blushing lightly. It was a she-elf. Looking as if she'd just stopped to take a quick rest. He tilted his head slightly and chuckled.
"G'morning to you milady," He chuckled more and bowed as much as he could while he sat on the small, uncomfortable stool. She looked at him and smiled a little, blushing still, but it wasn't apparent. Her cheeks were just a little rosy, that's all.
"Good morning sir," She said in a small, innocent voice. Well, there goes THAT idea of picking her pocket. He sighed and took his hands away. Well, it's how he lives. He's a bard. Which isn't too common for his folk, but he liked the idea of this specific class. They were deceitful, yet cunning and amusing. Like foxes, and plus it fit his personality perfectly. He smiled at the elf yet again.
"My name is Laucian, what is yours, fair she-elf?" He chuckled and looked at very, VERY pretty elf.
"Mine? Oh, mine is Lúththea Ealotaur. But you can call me Luth, because I know my name is a mouthful," She giggles and looks at the bartender, and nodded.
"The usual, please," The bartender smirked and nodded, pushing a small martini towards her. Laucian seemed surprised. An elf that drank. That's new. He'd never seen an elf drink, let alone a SHE-elf that drank, and a martini. Wow. They might be able to get along. He sighed and stood up.
"Well, it was nice meeting you Luth, but I need to run. Not literally, but I have a quest to do. So, I'll see you around," He smiled again and started heading towards the stairs. Luth didn't know what to do, she thought about that thing he just said. A quest… quest... hm. She gasped.
"Laucian, wait!" She stood up and ran over to him. He stopped and looked at her with surprise.
"What is it?" He was a little shocked by her actions. He wasn't used to this kind of person. One of those energetic people.
"What kind of quest are you doing? Is it the robber one?" She stared at him expectantly, willing him to answer her right this second. And he did.
"The one that stole the two crowns from the Seven Mounting Heavens of Celestia? Yeah, I'm doing that quest. It's actually quite hard." He shrugged like it was no big deal. It was just a thief, how hard could it be? She smiled.
"I was actually on my way to accept a request someone sent me. It was that quest Do you mind if I join you on this journey?" She put out her hand for a shake. He smiled and gladly shook her hand.
"But of course, milady. Anything for you," He bowed before her. "You have me sword,"