Old memories. (OPEN TO ALL)

[Darkmage4]

"Well Leon... I-It was n-nice mm...m-meeting you... But I have t.t-to go..." He stuttered after that tiring battle. He left the mansion and tried getting through the crowed, a lot of them were patting him on the back. It hurt quite a bit because of the little monsters overwhelming him. He finally got out, and headed to Mt. Nible.

[Genocide]

Genocide didn't care much about the names of his adversaries, but this one seems to stick out for him. "Leon, eh? You fight like a champion. You want to spar?" He had asked. "Go to the Inn, and I will pay for your room. You can get cleaned up and rest if you needed to. Room 3, just come on in."

[Leon Walter Deltova]

Leon smiled and shooks his head slightly. So eager to fight, and so young in the ways of dicipline. He thought quickly, looking towards the eager warrior. The mage made some excuse for himself before dissapearing into the crowd of people, who now had musterd more courage and were applauding the efforts of both the mage and of Leon.

"I appreciate it, friend. I think I'll head there now. No sense in smellin' of dead rat all day." Leon said, nodding his head towards the warrior, a smile playing on his lips.

It was the prudent course of action, as Leon began to walk towards, and through the crowd of on-lookers, all of whom wished to congratulate and thank him on the battle fought. Pats of the back and handshakes were offered, though several people would probably regret offering them. It didn't take Leon long at all to get through the crowd and to begin to move to the Inn. The inn itself had a rustic but warm feeling, the outter walls white-washed and braced with wood. A germanistic architecture, from Leon's stand point, and it reminded him of home.

Inside was just like the outside, white-washed walls, wooden frameing, and warm colored carpets. Plants of different sorts sat in pots and on the sills by the windows, and the smell of wood smoke rose slightly into the air. The Inn keeper looked at Leon and gaped at the presence of his clothes. He immediately directed Leon to a room, after Leon explained that another would be along to pay for his room.

The room was cozy, and Leon made a bee-line for the bathroom. It was clean and effective, making Leon almost stop and admire the design. He closed the door and shut the blinds, and quickly disrobed. He took quite a long shower, allowing his muscles to relax and loosen in the warmth. Once he was done, he pulled a white linen robe on, and took his clothes un into his arms. His underclothes, such as the undergarments, his shirt and pants were all still clean, so he pulled those on. Then, he turned to cleaning his jacket and hat. Lucky for him, the remnants of the fight washed quickly off of the cloths and Leon hung them up to dry. Pulling his socks and boots on, Leon walked into the main part of the room and kicked back on the couch. He flipped on the television and reclined as the general news came up.

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