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Name: Vlad
Personality: Fiercely determined to restore his honor, he hides the pain of defeat under a tough and angry shell.
Bio: stated above
Position: Seme

The wind whipped through the dark streets as Vlad strode purposefully to the bar. A storm of thoughts thundered in his head. He was physically and mentally primed, ready to fight at a moment's notice. But not just any opponent would do. He needed to find Kail. Unfortunately he had been frustrated in his quest by the untimely disappearance of his foe. The warrior had been searching for months now, following every rumor in order to track down the one who had stolen his honor. This town seemed to be the end of the trail, but he had yet to locate Kail. The black haired warrior pushed open the bar door. The interior was suitably dim and smokey. Here he might find another clue, or at least drown his frustration for the night. Vlad seated himself at an empty table in the corner and took in his fellow patrons. The typical ragged lot was scattered about the place. He doubted they would be of any use, but the staff might have a better idea of who's in town. The warrior banged his fist on the wooden table top, "A drink here!"

Vlad ignored the server as he picked up the heavy mug and drained the dark brown ale in one go. He glanced at the man as he shoved the mug back across the table. The filthy specimen before him stared at the floor, his matted hair obscuring his face. His stance clearly marked him as a slave and not just a sever. Vlad held back a snort of disgust. Slaves were pathetic humans with no sense of pride or honor. The warrior would die before letting himself become a slave. Even if somehow captured he would have fought until his last breath. Some people held the opinion that slaves merely had a strong survival instinct that caused them to submit rather than die, but Vlad didn't hold with that notion. He dismissed the slave in front of him with a wave of his hand. "Just keep the drinks coming and tell your master I would appreciate a word with him," the warrior ordered as he tossed a handful of coins to the man. There was more than enough there to pay for any drinks he might consume this evening, whoever this man's master was would be sure to notice and take the hint that he would be rewarded for coming to speak with Vlad. The dark haired man was not concerned with displaying his wealth here, any would-be thieves would be no match for him. Hopefully the master might have some information for him about Kail.

Vlad eyed the heavy set man that seated himself at his table. His bald pate sweated and shone in the light of the bar. The slave hovered behind him. Vlad hesitated to speak in front of the slave, but it wasn't his place to send him away while he was attending his master. Something tickled in the back of his mind as he looked at the slave, but he quickly returned his attention to the master sitting expectantly before him. "Thank you for joining me," Vlad began, but then hesitated once more. He took a few swigs of the ale as he tried to put together exactly what he wanted to say. The problem was, the warrior knew who he was looking for, but not what. Kail was the best warrior in the land, besides himself of course, so it was nigh on unbelievable to Vlad that his opponent could indeed have become a slave. But if that's not what happened, then where was Kail? No warrior would shirk his duty willingly, and if he had been slain... Well, that didn't really seem possible either. The warrior pinned the master down with his eyes with the message that not being completely truthful would not be worth his while. "I'm looking for a man and heard he may be in this town. Given your position you might know something about it. He was a warrior, but I'm not sure what he's doing these days," Vlad stated flatly. "He would be known as Kail."

Vlad was surprised when the slave stepped forward. Before the man could speak however, a vicious blow from his master sent him sprawling to the floor. One dark eyebrow rose. Just another case of an overcompensating slave owner, or did the slave have information that the master was going to try and keep from Vlad unless he could pay the right price? It quickly became clear that it was the latter case when the owner hedged his bets and spoke in a round-about fashion. Vlad sighed inwardly, his irritation rising. He leaned forward across the table, putting his face right into the other man's. "I may or may not be willing to pay handsomely if you share everything you know. And I may or may not be willing to break your arms and legs if you deceive me," the warrior growled in a low voice. He sat back with a wide smile as he awaited the owner's decision. This could go many ways, but however the owner decided to handle it, there was always the slave. The slave had given away that there was information to be had here, and Vlad would have it either from the owner or the slave.

Vlad had to admit that the owner had balls, but it pissed him off royally. The fat b*****d was actually taunting him. He needed to be taught a lesson, and the warrior was only too happy to provide him with one. Vlad eyed the slave next to him. He had already been planning to interrogate the wretch if the owner hadn't coughed up the goods. "The next one I see eh?" he said with a laugh. In one swift movement Vlad stood up and grabbed the slave, tossing the man over his shoulder. The slave was actually heavier than he expected, he must have dense muscles for all that they weren't developed, but it was nothing the warrior couldn't handle in stride. Fishing one more coin out of his pocket he dropped it at the owner's feet. Between that and what he had paid earlier it covered about one half the normal price of a full grown male slave. "Thank you for your time," Vlad grinned and strode out of the bar. He didn't put the slave down until he had returned to his room at the inn because he didn't want to risk the man panicking and running off. The warrior had no intention of keeping the man as his slave and planned to free him as soon as he had his information. He would never own a slave himself because he thought slaves were only for those who couldn't or wouldn't do for themselves. It was dishonorable for one such as himself to keep a slave. Hopefully the man would remain free once Vlad released him, but once one submits it is all to easy to do so again. The dark haired man sat heavily on his bed and looked at the other standing before him. The man was filthy, poor, and beaten looking- the standard pitiful fair for a slave. Something tugged harder at the edges of Vlad's mind, but he brushed it away so as to concentrate on the task at hand. "Tell me what your old idiot of a master withheld from me," the warrior demanded with clear authority but no harshness.

Vlad scowled darkly at the slave's impudence, but then surprised himself when it turned into a barking laugh. "That's a fairly presumptuous statement for any stranger to make, especially coming from a slave!" he waggled his finger at the wretch in front of him. "There may be a man left in you yet!" he said as his laughter died. The warrior sat quietly waiting for the slave to go on, but the other just stared at him. "Well, come on now, can you tell me where Kail is? I'm more than a little impatient to find him and finish our business and be done with you as well. Do you understand what I'm saying? Take me to Kail and you will be freed," Vlad pressed the man before him.