OOC: Tags
@DragonSong "So we have a deal?"
He chewed on his cigarette and gave a curt nod.
"Well, the moneys right. Wife might be none to happy... but you said it's just temporary? I'm sure we can all adjust for just a few months, eh?" He flicked his cigarette to the ground, stomping it out before producing the next. He was jittery. He was trying to kick his alcohol addiction after the last... incident, and cigarettes weren't much better. He was smoking like a chimney now.
"You sure this Chase guy will be alright with all this? That's.. a lot of money."
"The idea is no one will find him here. Your place.. no offense, is one of the last places his fans.. and well, these crazies, ought to look. The guards are looking into it but his entire home was destroyed. Man was lucky to be alive. No burns but the smoke did a number on him. Can't let him perform for a while as that voice needs to heal. We don't want him to damage those pricy vocal cords."
Smoke curled from his nostrils. He hated the burn, but was internally gnawing over his decision. But money was money..
And it was
a lot of money. Maybe his wife would forgive him for it. She could buy a lot of new things for her bakery...
"I have to travel most of the day for my job.. now you're certain I don't have to be there to protect him too? Just offer up my home, a bed... and just ensure we keep our mouths shut?"
"That's the idea."
He nodded firmly. "Very well. I'll get horses. Just be sure he... You say he's very recognizable?"
"Apparently to everyone but you."
He made a face.
"I don't give a rats ass about musicians. Famous or not, I have better things to do than fawn over a pretty voice."
The man laughed. "I'd say you and me both but it makes me a pretty penny. So.. you're in?"
"Yeah, yeah." He turned to look at the tavern this famous singer was staying.
"Just.. be sure he's dressed none too fancy. And something to obscure his face. We'll be traveling at least an hour and even with the sun setting..."
"Don't worry. I'll be sure he's prepared."
The sun was low by the time they rolled down the dirt street labeled
Hicock Lane. It was a small street with just a handful of plain houses, with little plots of land large enough for small gardens and yard. Most had their own barns. They weren't poor folk that lived here, but they were also not the richest. They lived mostly quietly here, the majority traveling to the city for their jobs.
Javen Rolx was no exception. He normally got up early and was home late. Today was no exception. He was late, as usual, but this time not because he was at the bar. His wife was never pleased, and today.. hopefully she wouldn't be livid.
He paused to observe the man behind him. Bright blue eyes shined as he smiled, his grin, lopsided with cheeks dimpling. His hair was a bit of a mess. Javen didn't understand the appeal. I mean sure, he was good looking- but why all the fuss?
"Just remember, don't mind my wife." He paused, hand on the handle. "These arrangements were last minute."
Chase nodded and looked at the door, waiting quietly as Javen opened the door and stepped inside, Chase following soon after.
"Hey, Nyla.. where you at? I got someone for you to meet... and some news I need you not to scold me about."
Chase stood back, closing the door behind him and leaning against it. His hands were empty, Javen insisted on carrying his bags. He was never really used to that- people constantly wanting to treat him like near royalty. There was a lot of personal things in that bag... at least that what was left to him after the fire.