((Mind if I drop in? If not, let me know and I'll delete delete delete! Was bored and was browsing RPs! ^_^))
It had been an interesting few days for Jack. Interesting in that somehow he had managed to end up with a travelling troupe of revellers that had nothing better on their minds than to party, in the most medieval sense of the word...which meant wenching, and drinking, and dancing, and singing, and wenching, and eating, and eating and wenching at the same time...
And then they had been kicked out of town, and now they were lying listlessly around a campfire in the middle of nowhere, stinking of Zantaric's finest booze.
Jack was an easy going man of morals. Indulging in a bit of mindless fun every now and then didn't hurt. Winning the cards was his thing- nothing beat sitting around a table with a tankard in one hand and a pair of aces in the other, but a series of losses had convinced him to branch out a little. After all it had been a good fortnight now since he'd had any work.
All around him, the others – various merchants, a knight or two, a soldier, a bard – were nodding off drowsily, preparing the way for slumber. He shifted against the warm flank of his steed, causing the horse to whinny in disgruntlement.
"Pssh," he murmured, letting the plosive sound roll off his tongue lazily.
Where would they go next?
Jack mused over this sleepily, eyes drifting, following the grey trail of the smoke fire upwards, to the heavens where the stars twinkled and winked at him. He really needed to make something out of this life. That was a start.
Just then, there was a kafuffle a few metres away from him. Bolting upright, Jack made out a figure against the glow of the campfire. From the silhouetted proportions this was no doubt a woman, but they were nowhere near the town...and they hadn't taken on any women had they? Jack scratched his head, before giving up on that thought.
"Hey," he called, but she had dropped whatever she was holding and had bolted off like a colt.
Scrambling to his feet, for right now he was the most alert out of the troupe, he made chase, wanting to know what she was doing here. It was dark as he ran through the forest. Many a time he almost let the branches snag him, but as his eyes grew more accustomed to the gloom he was able to dodge more efficiently. In his right hand he clutched the flame sword courtesy of his grandfather- the weapon that often drew more attention to him than was worth.
"Stranger?"
He stopped when he realised that he could no longer see her. This was a sly one. He knew she was hiding somewhere. Behind him, he could hear two more of his companions, but they were slow and sluggish from being overtanked on drink.
"Tell you what, you come out of hiding after I call off the others OK?" He thought for a second on the logistics of this. "Throw a stone at me or something if you understand and say yes."
((Oh, the image of Jack is here:
http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b34/b ... kValle.jpg ...my character profile pages screwed up when they stopped accepting HTML and I haven't gotten round to changing it yet! >.<))