Last Resort|Raynham | Reave

[Darastrix]

Liom staggered tiredly into the city. Her feet were wrapped with ragged strips of cloth, and the girl's small frame was covered by a thin, dirty dress that could not afford her much protection from the cold. Her face and hands were covered in dirt as well, and her green eyes seemed overly large in her thin face.

A series of coughs wracked Liom's frail body, forcing her to brace herself against the wall of a building. She sank to the ground once she had the coughing under control, wrapping her arms tightly around herself.

"Please," she called hoarsely to passers-by, "spare a little coin?"

[Devon]

Solomon Royce walked through Reave with a small smile on his face. He wore a fine gray suit with the R emblem that stood for his family name affixed to the right breast of the suit. Brushing a blond lock from his brow he paused as he heard someone call out into the ground. Looking over to Liom he casually walked over and took a few coins out of his pocket. Kneeling down in front of her held the coins out in his left hand. "Miss, I hope this is enough to help. Are you okay?"

[Darastrix]

"Th-thank you sir," she replied weakly, accepting the coins before turning to cough into her other hand. "Could...could you tell me where I can buy some food?" Liom asked, ignoring the man's question.

[Devon]

Solomon stands up and looks around in Reave while he answers Liom's question. "Well there are plenty of places to get food, I suppose it depends on what you want to eat." He completely turned his back to her for a moment to point at a place, absentmindedly remembering he that he wasn't made of glass he stepped to the side. "Sorry, there is a bakery there, and an inn over there. I'm Solomon Royce by the way. The bakery makes some wonderful pies, oh and there is a tavern that serves food!"

[Darastrix]

"I don't care how good the food is," she murmured, clutching the coins to her chest. "Just, please, where is it cheapest?"

[Devon]

Solomon pauses and looks at Lior, "Oh right right the cheapest. That would have to be the inn in that case, but are you sure you want to try the cheapest? The tavern really makes good food, you'd love it."

[Darastrix]

Liom looked at the man increduously. She was sick, half-starved, and reduced to begging and he was making food reccommendations? The Clears must be very strange people, ineed.

"I don't care--" She broke off, coughing. When she managed to stop, she closed her eyes and leaned back against the building to catch her breath. "I don't care how good it is." Slowly, Liom struggled to her feet and began to stagger toward the inn.

[Devon]

Solomon frowned and quickly followed Liom to help her in case she fell. "You're right, I'm sorry. I'll help you to the inn, then we can get you a healer. You do look pretty sick."

[Darastrix]

Liom nodded tiredly. "I-I walked here," she paused and coughed again, "from Ilyamen. Couldn't get work...nobody wanted to hire a gardener in winter."

[Devon]

"It must have been a terrible journey," Solomon commented as the two headed towards the inn. "You're a gardener, I don't know if that makes you lucky for meeting me. I design and help with the construction of buildings. Come spring I could use a gardener around, but that isn't the most pressing matter right now. Let's get you fed!"

[Darastrix]

"I'm not very good," she murmured, wrapping her arms around herself. "But it's all I really know how to do."

Liom stepped into the inn hesitantly, looking around with a fretful expression. The warmth was inviting, but she feared the innkeeper might send her away, what with her ragged appearence.

[Devon]

The inn keeper stared at Liom long and hard, she was right in fearing that he might turn her away, but Solomon stepped forward and vouched for her he begrudgingly nodded his head in approval. Solomon turned his attention to her and asked, "Are you getting a room or just something to eat?"

[Darastrix]

"I...I can find someplace else to sleep," Liom said softly. She didn't want to spend what little she had on a room. "I just want something to eat. I'll take whatever leftovers you have," she murmured to the innkeeper.

[Devon]

Solomon shook his head in protest. "That will not do Miss Liom. I'll take care of the inn room you get yourself something to eat."

[Darastrix]

((She hasn't given her name yet. ))

For a moment, it seemed as though she might protest, but finally just bowed her head and nodded. It would be stupid to resort to begging and then be too proud to accept someone's help, after all.

"Th-thank you, sir," she mumbled.