Cerberus grinned, flipping her dagger around and catching either the blade of the hilt. She then proceeded to slam it hilt-deep into the wooden table in front of her, and turn to the jester beside, "It's often the lunatics that are the geniuses, they say. Did you know that? I didn't. Which means that not all of us know everything... Or perhaps they say we know nothing? I know not. Say," she continued to flip her other dagger, "Wanna play a friendly game of throwing knives?"
He eyed the girl with a crooked smile. “Ohhhh, Cicero hasn’t meet one as strange as you for ages. Tell me, little girl, do you dare throw knives with a lion? For one knight may go astray and land in someones back…” A soft giggle left his mouth but he smiled and got up from his seat. “So, lets get this started.”
She cocked an eyebrow, “You underestimate me. The back is a cowards target,” the Bosmer pulled the other dagger out of the table, “I go straight for the face.” Blackbane, her ebony dagger enchanted with frost, went whizzing past the jester’s face, a mere millimeter away from slicing his ear open. Instead, it sliced a few loose strands of hair and sent them floating to the floor tranquilly. It landed with a thud in the wooden rafters behind him. "Before you say that I missed, turn around." The jester did, to be greeted by the sight of the dagger lodged directly into the red dot in the middle of the target. With a smirk holding manic undertones, Cerberus retrieved Blackbane and twirled it in her hand, “I do believe that’s fifty points for me.”
His eyebrow was crocked up in a “You bitch” Face. “Going for the face seems to cut your life short.” He took out his own dagger out, marvingling at its shine. He then took his aim, and let the dagger softly slide from his pale calloused fingers. It hit exaclly on the end of the board, scorning a zero. Yet a soft smirk came onto his face, the smirk of a hidden plan. "You go, my lovely." He said, stepping back to let her go. "Fifty for you, 0 for me. Seems like where going of to brilliant start."
She giggled slightly, “Not to show off, but…” With a flick of the wrist, her other dagger, Shadow’s Mirth, went flying through the air… Straight towards his. The honed and polished ebony was no match for the lesser metal, and cleaved it right in two. "I dare say, you need a better dagger," she said, feigning sweetness, "Or, perhaps, simply better aim." When she pulled Shadow’s Mirth from the ruined mess that was the jester’s dagger, she threw the ebony blade to him, beaming. "You can’t throw air, now can you," her voice was sweet and honeyed, and her face calm and set into a uncharacteristically non-insane smile, "Though, keep in mind, if you break my baby I will cut off your dick and shove it down your throat, then proceed to slowly wrap you in your own intestines and feed you to Frosty." She gave a little curtsy, “My name is Cerberus, by the way. But, feel free to call me Wolf. Most do,” twirling her dagger again, she gestured to the target, “Take your throw, jester.”
He made no reaction, and he made a point not to say his own name. “Nice to meet you, Cerberus. But poor Cicero tires of this game” He picked up his dagger, staring at it with a frown. “Cicero must find some better daggers, correct. Maybe I will have to kill a very unfortune soul in her sleep and steal theirs….” He left the sentence hanging, a very deadly and accurate threat. But he then smiled widely. "But for now, can I buy you a drink?"
Cerberus laughed, a tinkling, mad little sound, “Oh? An appropriate reaction to a murderer seriously threatening to castrate you and feed you to her spider. And, it’s your gold you’re wasting, sweetheart, but I won’t complain,” she looked at him through her eyelashes, “And just so you know, my room is defended by my three pet frostbite spiders, various traps and me myself. Good luck killing me in my sleep…” Her voice lowered to a whisper, and her eyes widened slightly, “I don’t sleep.” The Bosmer stood, stretching her back with a sigh, “Give me ten minutes, then we can head to Falkreath. The taverns there are nice, unlike the watered down skeever shit that Astrid tries to give us here. May want to change, if you don’t want those pesky guard trying to pin us… Once again, in that situation, aim for the face. Eyes, especially. They’ve learnt to recognize Brotherhood armor,” she gestured to her own shrouded armor, then to his jester’s outfit, “Because a girl dressed in infamous guild armor and a jester won’t draw any eyes at all.”
He nodded in approval, but then laughed. "Oh dear, you do not get me at all. Cicero is insane. Past insane. Cicero is dead." His smile turned crocked as he drifted of into mermoies, then shook himself. "Come on, hurry up." He then stalked into a different room and looked around. There was the sounds of a muffled fight, silence, then cicero walked out wearing normal traveler garbs. "Now, get yours." He said, jerking his head to another room.
