Dark Ages (Private for me and Rye)
 

The pattering of hooves on dirt broke through his dream like a knife through warm butter. Jack's eyes creaked open, and he sat up with a loud yawn. Practically 12, and he was already waking up with a sore back. Wood floors aren't very comfortable. Jack looked around, and groaned. He was in a bed room, which he figured was part of the Inn from last night. He didn't remember a damn thing. He had at least slept on a small pile of pelts on the floor, and had a straw pillow. But one of the beds was still open... Jesus he was so dumb sometimes. "Luke?" Jack called out from the floor, not looking up enough to see if his friend was in the other bed.

Luke was on the bed , an empty bottle in one hand , what little was let dripping out onto the wooden floor. He mumbled in his sleep and opened his eye "hmm , it's too early...what it it" he said rolling over to face out the window. Raining today, the window was streaked with rain , blurring the outside world. Rolling back over to look at his friend he sighed "How did we stumble in here , where the hell are we more to the point?" he asked , looking for his coin purse , having a sneaking suspicion he wouldn't find it , either stolen or spent last night.

Jack stood up shakily, head pounding. "Ah... Drinking is never fun the next morning." He groaned, clutching his stomach. He went and sat on the bed next to Luke, staring out the window. "Where are we?" He asked in a quiet voice. "Hold onto my legs." The boy said, opening the window and leaning out. "Ack!" He sputtered as rain pelted down on him. he could barely make out the name on the sign outside the building. "The Blue Moon Inn..." He mumbled, reading slowly, before repeating himself for Luke to hear and popping back in the building.

"Well that's helpful. I'll need to know which king to cry for if attacked" he laughed as he got up , nearly falling over again and letting the bottle drop. "At least we made it to an inn this time and not crash in a church or brothel , can't say I liked the touching hands. In both places" he laughed and ran a hand through his hair He stumbled about looking for a wash basin or something to clean his face for the day and try and sober up. "What's with all the noise , who's riding in this weather?" he asked

"I don't like the touching hands either. It's flattering though." Jack said sarcastically, with a snicker. "But seriously, it's gross." He said rolling his eyes. "I... have no clue actually." Jack said, now very curious. "Let's go see! I just hope we paid for this room..." He said, trailing off. "Don't wanna get ran out of here. Or get caught and beat." He mumbled the last part worriedly, now slightly terrified that they'd get their asses kicked by an old, angry tavern keep, who could probably get away with killing the both of them.

Luke put his hand to his chest "oh lord for it is a sin to give in to the temptations of flesh" he mimicked "lest you burn me to be just a little medium rare" he continued "I hope so , I don;t wanna get wet , although we should probably find out where we are" he said undoing the latch "maybe he has my bag under the bar. It certainly wasn't with me" he said as he staggered down the hall to the stair and peeked down to see if anyone was about. Hopefully they spoke a language he recognised. He tried to remember how they got here. Most likely they fell asleep on a cart too long and just threw the out.

"Yeah yeah whatever." Jack said, laughing as he followed Luke. Jack was a bit shorter than Luke, a little on the short side for his age in general, but not puny. He had short, thick shaggy brown hair, different from his friends bright blonde hair. But most peculiar about Jack was his brown eyes, which were flecked with gold. It made him stick out in a crowd, if nothing else. Jack bounce down the stairs behind Luke, throwing his arms over his friends shoulders when they stopped at the bottom, and looking over Luke's shoulder into the bar. "Hello there?" He called out. "Oi! Anyone there?" he called again, this time imitating a thicker more gruff English accent and laughing. He hardly took things serious in this world, which had kept him happy so far. And more importantly, hadn't gotten them killed. Not yet, at least. Jack heard more clattering outside, and frowned. Something felt off. "You first." He said to Luke, before his friend even suggest they go look.

Luke went down a couple of steps , keeping a tight grip on the banister , steps could be hazardous without depth perception. "Oh sure send me in first , what could possibly go wrong" he retorted as he made his way down "you do;t even know if we're in England!" he hissed back as he went down and looked around , he would do his usual chant like a priest and hope there's no orthodox, heretics pagans or muslims angry enough to take your head off. He tried a sweeter approach this time , trying to make his voice higher "hewwo , mister, anyone there. I'm scared and alone. Please help me" he sobbed , seeing if there was any reaction.

"I don't think we got on a boat, so we're probably not in England." He agreed with Luke. Jack shook his head with a nervous grin. He might be the voices guy, but Luke was certainly the better actor of the two. Not that either of them were particularly old, they could act and make themselves look pretty young. Jack had the height to be a 9 year old, even though the boys were soon to be 12. And Jack was relatively hairless and skinny, with a tell tale high pitched voice. So all in all, he couldn't pass for a day older than he actually was. It came in handy just as much as it played against him. Age was a funny thing like that. Jack's thinking, however, was interrupted by a loud smashing from behind the counter. A huge, behemoth of a man came thundering out from behind the counter. "What in the fuck are you doing in here?" He called out into the darkness, obviously not seeing them. "Huh? Come out then!" The man challenged, obviously still drunk and swinging his fists in anger.

"Oh it's fine , just a drunk" he said heading down the stairs , not all that worried. He was thankful for the dull blue light from the windows , it was too dark and dusty, wisps of grey candles that had been put up filled the air. He ignored the man and had a look around for any dropped coins he could take , not wanting to start looting ,he did fins his bag though. A grey leather knapsack and put it over his shoulder and taking a seat. Ignoring the man , now if he could just find his stick he would have everything. He found some silver coins and a couple of bronze ones lying around but nothing more.