[i She looked to Jarod, she honestly hadn’t been expecting so much so she wasn’t very sure where to start. The tree seemed the obvious and she had always been told to start by colour.]
Well... [i She looked to the boxes and found some rather pretty, frosted effect ornaments.]
How about these?
::[i Jarod followed her gaze to the tree that still sat undecorated, nodding to himself and clapping his hands together as if it was a symbolic gesture that indicated an end to a break from work. He stepped back over to the boxes and started to unstack them from eachother for easier access, being mindful in his movements to not cause himself further pain]::
So milady, where do we start with all of this?
[i The barkeep smiled a little. Maybe doing what needed doing made him a hero and he just didn’t want to acknowledge it. However, she didn’t press it as she looked to the festive tree.]
Alright well, I suppose this place won’t decorate itself!
::[i Jarod held up his hands as a gesture of surrender and shrugged, for naturally everyone had different beliefs on what a Hero was. He also couldn't deny that others viewed him as such in more places than he could count, even despite his insistence of simply being an adventurer]::
That much is true. Though I've seen being called that turn people arrogant and foolish, and become self-centered and fall to ruin as a result. Perhaps I'm shallow afterall, but I just do what I believe needs doing, Hero titles or not.
[i Again, Tasia was patient and understanding. Everyone had different views and she of course would not be the one to argue with him. But she did stick to her belief.]
Maybe you’re right, maybe I’m right.
But I’m sure numerous people see you as a Hero whether you like it or not.
That may be so, but Hero means more to me than just looking after people. Being a heroic and compassionate adventurer may be akin to being a Hero, but I don't believe it to be the same. To me, a Hero is so much more than that.
::[i Jarod shrugged apologetically and scratched at his head as he attempted to find a good way to word it, but nothing of an exact nature came to his mind. He'd just have to stumble along the explanation however he could manage]::
Slaying even a dragon, to a Hero, is no big deal. Now, if it was a threat to a country that someone defeated rather than just to a town or village? Now that makes someone a Hero, to me. Another difference, in my opinion, is this; Heroes don't go out of their way trying to be a Hero. They just do what they believe needs to be done. No catches or tricks or self-interests or demands of conditions. They just do it.
[i The barkeep actually rolled her eyes at him and shook her head.]
I’ve heard everyone come into this place and talk about how they rescued villages, damsels in distress, people and slayed mighty monsters that most of us folk believe to be simple old folks tales.
And besides, hero is broad term. If you bandage up a skinned knee, you’re a hero to someone in their eyes. I highly doubt I’m the first person to Grace you with that term.
Hero? I'm just another adventurer who originally became one out of revenge. I never really had it in my mind to stay like this, but after I finally got that revenge it just kinda happened. There are good times and bad times, but I've traveled around, helped more people than I can count and have more than I know what to do with. I don't think I qualify as a Hero, but I appreciate it.
::[i Jarod chuckled sheepishly at the thought of being referred to as a Hero. Even for all his outwardly confidence, he was a humble man at heart, always trying to do right by the people around him. He chuckled once again and scratched the back of his neck, an honest smile gracing his features as he looked at the barkeep]::
There's alot of people out there doing all the things I do and more. I'm really nobody special.
[i The barkeep leaned on the counter and watched him as he spoke. She was as patient as ever and took in each detail with a tepid smile on her lips.]
You know, Jarod, and I’ve noticed it a lot in this place over time. The more you speak and tell stories, the more you sound like a hero.
Everyone here does if. Sometimes I think about putting a mirror up in this place, so people might see themselves.
No, I did not. I knew the basics of fighting from my father, before the dragon..
::[i Jarod paused for a moment and looked up at the ceiling. He had explained it many times, but despite that he still had times where the recollection pained him. He took a deep breath and shrugged, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he shook himself from it so he could continue]::
My father was a swordsman in the army, so what I first learned was from him. After the dragon, I decided to become an adventurer so I could slay the beast. I ended up getting picked up by a veteran adventurer who taught me everything he knew. I was lucky, so I've been doing what I can to help others the way I was helped. These days, more Guilds than not have hired retired adventurers to serve as teachers for the rookies, but there's still many that don't. They'll teach you the basics about Guild rules and all that, but combat and the rest is left out. I've been trying to change that as best I can. You're not entirely wrong on that, by the way. There's alot of people who start out as an adventurer before ever going to a Guild. Technically, that's how I started out if I'm being completely honest.
[i Tasia watched the orb and tilted her head a little. Often she pondered what it must be like to have powers or a skill set or even to be an entirely different species but given her nature she doubted she would use them.]
You trained at a guild? I always thought adventurers just sort of... happened. You know, they start in a small village and vanquish some foe and then go on in their life to become heroes.
I think I’ve been reading too many stories.
::[i Jarod shook his head in response to her offer to fix him something to ease his pain, his left hand brandishing a small, multi-colored orb to her for a moment before he lightly dropped it into his mouth. There was a dull cracking that could be heard if one listened closely enough as he bit into it, then shifted it into the back of his left cheek before flashing her a grin to reassure her]::
Already got it covered, but thanks. And yes, I can teach people to be an adventurer despite my looks. Sure, the Guilds teach the basics, but they don't teach much else. Especially when it comes to combat. Lot of greens don't even know how to fight.
[i Tasia listened to him and smiled to herself.]
Lost people? That must have been nice, reuniting them and such. And you can teach people to be an adventurer?
[i A flash of concern crossed across her features when she saw his discomfort.]
Are you sure you don’t want anything? I can whip up something for the pain from one of the books.
I've done lots of small jobs over the years, too. From deliveries to escorts, finding lost people, hunting materials down for others, and teaching others how to fight and be a proper adventurer. I've been so busy I can't tell you how many times I've lost track of time, day and even where I am. But I guess it all adds up, eh?
::[i Jarod closed his eyes and stretched out a bit, a gentle yawn attempting to escape his lips was cut very short by a sharp inhale in reaction to a moment of pain. His body recoiling in as he just barely mouthed a swear, before standing straight again, now sheepishly chuckling for a moment as the pain passed]::
Man, that hurt. Ouch.. But yeah, I mean.. That's what it's about isn't it? For the most part anyways.
That tends to be what happen when you go off vanquishing monsters and saving people.
[i She flashed him a smile at that.]
I’d imagine the amount of things you’ve done a lot of people feel in debt to you.
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