Battling the Storm

Pass Along

I have selected 25 people instead of 15 due to the amount of people who actually had stories on their accounts.

The way this was done was I made sure I started from the very first person all the way into I made the list notifying you all I had made the selections. I put everyone who had 1 work (that wasn't a tag book or them rambling) and 400 or less followers onto the list. After assigning the username a number I used a number generator to randomly give me 25 numbers

Here are the 25 Hellians who've been randomly selected.

1) Morgan_Herondale1234 2)JayGilmore17 3)CrispyAsian 4)Genderfluid_Assassin

5)zieeziana 6)Muckinabout 7)JiJi_corrales23 8)SAM_S_KIM 9)josie5624

10)Breezo_A5ap 11) giggs101 12)nalonyn 13) wyellchow 14)CryogenicAngel

15)kitothecat11626 16) ZoneNeZeyCro 17) Liafaith_11 18)baebae2424

19)Lulita_vanRooyen 20)danjobellebambabalan 21)JustRussia

22)annabvbby 23)little_applecakes 24)Pamdary2 25) kota_hyung

"Alright Gale," Ronan sighed as he settled back onto his stool. "Where can I find Levan?"

Gale paused in his task of cleaning a mug and discreetly looked around them. Ronan knew he was making sure there were not any eavesdroppers and he appreciated the gesture, but with the event that just took place in the tavern he doubted anyone would dare breathe in his direction.

Gale leaned across the counter and Ronan had a flitting thought that the man should hire a busty barmaid, but the thought was gone as quickly as it had appeared.

"I saw him down near Shawna's inn." Ronan blinked at the older man in slight confusion.

"Shawna?" He asked as he wracked his brain, trying to put a face to the familiar name. "Gale I do not remember a woman named that."

Gale stopped in his task of putting away the mugs and smirked at the young pirate with a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Lad, she only chased ye throughout the town a half dozen times as she asked for her hand in wedlock."

A cold chill shot down Ronan's spine as he remembered the youngest daughter of Abigail and Rupert Marlo, the couple who ran the local inn. Well, their family ran it anyway. Ronan narrowed his eyes at Gale who was smirking as if he knew a wonderful secret.

"You sent them there you old geezer." It wasn't a question, though more of a straight forward accusation.

Gale merely laughed at Ronan and shook his head.

"Quite the contrary," he assured. "I offered your brother and his lover lodgings here but Levan told me that he had already gotten a room at the Marlo's."

Ronan gritted his teeth at the thought of his brother enjoying his pain. "Annoying brat," he muttered as he stood to his full height. He dug around in his pocket and fished out a few coins before plopping them down onto the counter.

Gale opened his mouth to protest but Ronan cut him off before he could utter a single word.

"To pay for the lad's drinks in the corner." He nodded discreetly toward a figure that sat in a table nestled in a corner that was half covered in the shadows. The figure tried to hide themself  from prying eyes by wearing a cloak with the hood drawn up but their face was not fully covered by the cowl, revealing a young but manly looking face.

Ronan rested his elbows on the bar and leaned toward his friend, beckoning him forward.

"Do you by chance have a piece of parchment of gentleman could borrow?" He inquired as his eyes stayed focused on the mysterious person.

"I would let you know when a gentleman walks through those doors."

Ronan shot him a look along with a mischievous grin as Gale handed over a quill and parchment. He patiently waited for the young pirate to write out his message before he took it and read it over once.

you've asked for obscurity but were rewarded with the prying eyes of a predator. Perhaps you should rethink your dealer.

Gale's eyebrows shot up toward his hair line before he simply shook his head at a grinning Ronan. "Not exactly tryin' to woo the lad are ye?"

"Pass this along for me to the gentleman we just spoke of my dear friend," Ronan said as he did a poor impression of a Royal Guard, one that made Gale laugh.
Bidding the man farewell, Ronan stepped out into the sunlight that was quickly turning to night and mentally prepared himself as he began the walk toward the Marlo's Inn.