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Scorto glanced up to see Bishop walk into the tavern, it had been a while since he'd seen Bishop. Putting down his cleaning rag he was cleaning a table with he took off running, and hugged Bishop, smiling up at him. "Bishop! Love you're home I missed you!" He excitedly said, hugging Bishop more.
Bishop grunted and wriggled. "Give me room to breathe, princess." Rolling his eyes, he patted Scorto's back in a manner almost resembling affection.
A rugged stranger with dark circles under his eyes skulks over and slams his mug of ale down at Ryl's table. With golden brown eyes he stares down his nose at the drow, apparently unimpressed by what he sees and refusing to even tilt his head lower to address him properly. "Move," he challenges. Without even raising his voice there's something of a threat present in his apathetic tone. (oocbishop)
Ryl looked up lowering his glass of water from his lips to the table. The man was dishevelled, appeared tired, and Ryl could tell that he was a man who would follow through with threats. Of all of the people present in the Sunken Flagon, Ryl suspected this was the man everyone called 'Bishop.' Strange as the name seemed to be to give to a human, like naming a child 'priest' or 'bard,' Ryl understood he was a person to take seriously. "As you wish," Ryl acquiesced, sincere in his politeness, and shifted his seat back to stand to his feet, grabbing the colorful coat from the back of the chair, and lifting his glass to take with him as he stepped away, gesturing that the seat was free for the man to take, while he turned mithral eyes away to find a new place to sit.
Bishop scoffed at his retreat. "Good. Glad to see those large ears of yours aren't just for decoration."
He settled down unceremoniously into his chair and narrowed his eyes at Ryl, apparently not satisfied quite yet with the way he felt he came out on top. "Are all you drow this much of a pushover?" He raised the mug to his lips and paused only long enough to continue mockingly, "Not that I'm complaining, of course. I appreciate when someone like you knows their place."
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Scorto smiled and rubbed his eyes more.
“Yes please let’s do this again…but without any fighting please? At least not anymore black eyes,”
Scorto stopped for a moment looking at Bishop, his voice soft and gentle.
“Bishop, love when you left me to those men was it because you were….”
Scorto stopped for a moment trying to think of how to put this, he got up and walked back to Bishop he reached out and gently stroked Bishop’s cheek. He looks at Bishop, his eyes filled with concern and love.
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Scorto blinks him scary? Had they not met Malice? She was a lot more scary then he could ever be.
Scorto smiled at Bishop again moving over to him again.
“I’m not that scary really, just if someone hurts those I care about I killed two men that tried to kill Casavir and threatened worse on the last one if he ever tried to hurt my brother again. I killed my own niece to protect my sister Because Briza was trying to kill Mal. I’d do it again to protect them….I don’t enjoy killing but I will if I have to…I’ll do the same for you love. I don’t want anyone hurting you. I’ll protect you promise”
Scorto smiled at Bishop.
Scorto looks at Casavir.
“I don’t kill unless I have no other choice but if someone I love is being hurt ill kill without thinking I might not be in the underdark anymore but I haven’t forgotten everything….your house is everything down there family is the most important your mother Matron’s word is law if she said kill you kill if she said sleep with someone you do it.”
Scorto stopped for a moment he moved at sat down he spoke softly.
“That is very scary,” said Casavir. He thought about throwing up but he didn’t. “I couldn’t do that. That is terrible.” He thought about throwing up again no he didn’t want pie. “I’m good thanks” he said.
Bishop blinked “What’s the matter? What’s wrong? I think Casavir is sick. Don’t be rude Casavir Scorto made this. Don’t throw up because Scorto’s food is good. Isn’t it Scorto?” Bishop smiled at Scorto. “Thank you for cooking for us.”
Bishop in full hunting gear, bow, and quiver, walked towards the door leading out of the inn, but paused in his steps. He did not turn. "I'm going out," he said. Turning his head only slightly, he regarded Scorto through his peripheral vision. Golden wolf eyes trailed up and down the drow. "...Well?" Bishop asked gruffly without preamble. "Are you coming?"
Scorto blinks while he’s guessed Bishop was going out by how he was dressed. He’d not expected to be asked along… Bishop hadn’t before he’d always just left…leaving Scorto to worry and wonder if he was ok.
Scorto looks at Bishop with wide eyes, but quickly nods, he gose upstairs to his room just long enough to grab his cloak and to leave Malice a note incase they are not back. He’s soon back down stairs, cloak on.
Scorto smiled at Bishop and moved to stand by him.
“I’m coming lead the way my love. What are you hunting?”
Scorto has to stop himself from hopping around in exitment…and from climbing on the nearest table to kiss Bishop in front of everyone. He’s so happy Bishop asked him to come with him! Now he can make sure Bishop is safe! And no one’s hurts him! Or is mean! Scorto smiled up at Bishop.
“I love you, love thank you are letting me come with you. I miss you when your gone.”
He could be the only one in Neverwinter who did miss Bishop.
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Scorto stopped walking, he’s eyes wide he looks up at Bishop. He didn’t expect this…..and people kept saying Bishop was mean.
Scorto blushed more he’s sure his ears are probably purple from how hot his face is. He swallows Scorto moved and hugs Bishop he let go of Bishop’s hand and grabbed a fistful of Bishop’s shirt he looks up at Bishop.
“I try to be nice to everyone…I really do…I’m so happy to be with you…I’m so happy that you’re happy Bishop, you being happy makes me happy”
Scorto stopped, he blinks it seems its not only his mind that happy at Bishop’s words but he’s gotten hard downstairs. Scorto blushed more he’d never felt like this with the training he’d got with his mother…sure he’d gotten hard but not like this, not by nice warm fuzzy feelings that Bishop made him feel. Scorto leaned into Bishop he’s sure Bishop can feel what’s happening though his clothes.
Scorto blinks up at Bishop giving puppy eyes he givesa small smile.
“Kiss me please Bishop? This feels wonderful to me too….please can I have a kiss? Just one?”
Bishop smiled “Sure you can have a kiss.” He leaned down to give him a kiss on his mouth. “I didn’t know I really could be that nice to someone.” He gave him another kiss and smiled. He put his hand on Scorto’s pants and laughed. “Already?” he said. “Wow that was quick.” The man kissed him again and blushed, everyone could see.
Bishop in full hunting gear, bow, and quiver, walked towards the door leading out of the inn, but paused in his steps. He did not turn. "I'm going out," he said. Turning his head only slightly, he regarded Scorto through his peripheral vision. Golden wolf eyes trailed up and down the drow. "...Well?" Bishop asked gruffly without preamble. "Are you coming?"
Scorto blinks while he’s guessed Bishop was going out by how he was dressed. He’d not expected to be asked along… Bishop hadn’t before he’d always just left…leaving Scorto to worry and wonder if he was ok.
Scorto looks at Bishop with wide eyes, but quickly nods, he gose upstairs to his room just long enough to grab his cloak and to leave Malice a note incase they are not back. He’s soon back down stairs, cloak on.
Scorto smiled at Bishop and moved to stand by him.
“I’m coming lead the way my love. What are you hunting?”
Scorto has to stop himself from hopping around in exitment…and from climbing on the nearest table to kiss Bishop in front of everyone. He’s so happy Bishop asked him to come with him! Now he can make sure Bishop is safe! And no one’s hurts him! Or is mean! Scorto smiled up at Bishop.
“I love you, love thank you are letting me come with you. I miss you when your gone.”
He could be the only one in Neverwinter who did miss Bishop.
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Scorto nods “Ok..so you don’t need poison I understand…I’ll be good and watch.”
He paused for a moment giving Bishop a smile.
“Thank you for teaching me love. I hope I can make you proud”
Scorto blinks frowning.
“ We have Deep Rothe they are used for meat..and milk..we get some food from the surface..mostly we eat mushrooms and we do have some small fish but not like up here…there’s so much more difference in food here. We make mushroom wine. And you can roast and dry them and we have a mushroom called shriekers they are used as alarms but those to big or unruly get eaten…they make a screaming sound….my favorite mushrooms are the blue top ones…they taste good…and you can grind them down into a powder and make a bread with them.”
Scorto smiled up at Bishop.
“ Do you want me to make you some mushroom wine? I can if you want love.”
The concept of a screaming mushroom was somewhat disconcerting and oddly absurd - the ranger smirked at the imagery. All the mushrooms he had to live off of when the seasons were especially lean had never even come close to matching that kind of description. Any environment to host things like that didn’t sound like any place he’d want to go, that’s for sure.
Bishop gave a short scoff of amusement, then looked down at Scorto without lowering his head. “Now you’re speaking my language, if you’re offering me a drink at some point.” He lowered his voice to a purr. “Try not to give me poison mushroom wine, Spider-breath; I might take it personally.” He playfully ruffled Scorto’s snowy white hair.
Scorto blinks up at Bishop, his eyes widened at Bishop’s words….give him poisoned wine? Who did Bishop think he was? He knew what kind of mushrooms to use and what not to…he knew. He blinks as Bishop ruffles his hair. He smiled and tried to lean into the touch. Scorto looks up at Bishop and smiles.
“Of course I’ll make you the right one…I’ll make the one Mother Matron loved. You’ll like it I’m sure! It’s got a bitter flavor but then it gets sweet tasting going down…but you can’t drink a lot of you can’t really remember things so only a glass of two…I’ll start on it tonight! It will take a few days to make! But you’ll be the only human probably to ever have some Bishop. I’ll make you as much as you want! Just don’t drink it all at one time love.”
Scorto kept smiling, Bishop really was kind, maybe one day everyone else could see that too?
Bishop looked at Scorto. “That sounds like my kind of wine” he told him with a smile. He kept walking with Scorto, it was a long way to the forest but it was a nice walk. “I won’t drink it all at one time. I want to enjoy it,” he said.
“What are you thinking about?” the ranger said. “You are smiling about something. What are you smiling about Scorto?”
Down the road they kept walking passing through a very quiet part of the city since it was still in the morning, not many people were up or doing business. It was only the both of them. They were alone and peaceful.
Scorto looks up at Bishop, he kept smiling.
“I’ll start on it as soon as we get home love”
Scorto blinks at Bishop’s question he felt himself blushing.
“I’m smiling because of being with you and because you’re really kind and sweet, and because of how happy I am you let me come with you on this hunting trip I want to learn from you and I want to do things you enjoy love. I want to make you as happy as you’ve made me, and….”
Scorto stopped talking for a second.
“I want to show you just how special you are to me. And I want to make you feel and see just how beautiful you are. I want everyone to see someday how sweet you can be, because you can. You’ve been really sweet to me I love you Bishop. ”
Scorto reached out and gently took Bishop’s hand in his. He’s careful in case Bishop doesn’t want to hold hands.
“You make me feel like the luckiest male drow ever. I want to make you feel like that to for you to feel safe and happy and for you to have plenty of food and ale and to get better at pleasing you in the bedroom. ”
Bishop smiled. “You are blushing. Thank you. I like being kind and sweet to you. You are the nicest person I met scorto. You are so nice to everybody I don’t think anyone can not like you not even me.”
“I am happy” said Bishop “and I want you to be happy too because this feels good to me”
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Scorto smiled and rubbed his eyes more.
“Yes please let’s do this again…but without any fighting please? At least not anymore black eyes,”
Scorto stopped for a moment looking at Bishop, his voice soft and gentle.
“Bishop, love when you left me to those men was it because you were….”
Scorto stopped for a moment trying to think of how to put this, he got up and walked back to Bishop he reached out and gently stroked Bishop’s cheek. He looks at Bishop, his eyes filled with concern and love.
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Scorto blushed more, he couldn’t help it…..he got up and walked over to Casavir. He gave Casavir a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Before moving over to Bishop, he gave him a kiss on the cheek and a hug. Before moving to sit down.
Scorto smiled “Thank you both. I’m so happy…”
He starts on his mashed potatoes. He grinned at Bishop and Casavir.
“Please eat"
Scorto paused before asking.
” Do you like your tea? I made it useing the last of the ingredients I had from the underdark….so it’s very special…I hope you both like it….and thank you love for apologizing…it was very sweet….also thank you both for haveing lunch with me…“
Scorto stopped suddenly, blinking at Bishop.
“Casavir said you got a black eye and some bruises….do you need more cream? I have more….and Casavir? Your not hurt right? Please don’t fight anymore… please”
He looks worridly between them both.
“I’ll live. Thanks.” Bishop paused from digging in to his meal to regard Scorto flatly. “And I’m not responsible for what this paladin does to me. I won’t apologize for defending myself - you both better remember that.” Those bruises still stung - not with pain, but with damaged pride.
Casavir responded curtly, glowering down at the slouched ranger, “And I will not apologize for defending Scorto’s honor, Bishop.”
“Oh yeah?” Bishop grinned, sharp as a blade, eyes glinting like daggers. “If his honor is what’s at stake, I say let him defend it himself. You’re barging in where you don’t belong all over again.”
It looked for several moments like the paladin would shoot him a scathing reply, but he held his tongue instead, mixing his mashed potatoes and practically mashing them further with the intensity of his brooding look.
“Besides!” continued the rugged man brightly. “You and I are the best of friends now. And look at dear Scorto, he’s happy to be with me. Aren’t we all one big happy family.” That phrase delivered Bishop’s underlying message with complete clarity to the paladin: Try and stop this - but you’ll be the bad guy.
Casavir’s grip on his utensils tightened. His appetite withered, but still he showed Scorto proper appreciation for his cooking as he carefully worded his reply. “I will not compromise my values for the sake of keeping the peace - I fear I can only offer my best efforts to avoid conflicts, Scorto, but to forego them entirely would mean straying from my divine vows.”
Bishop shook his head. “Oh, so now suddenly your vows matter to you when they align with your own goals and interests. And here I thought you loved your brother. I thought you wanted to see him happy.”
“Do not doubt that I do, Scorto. Please.” There was a slight clatter of silverware on the table as he set his instruments down. Despite his measured demeanor, his tone was fierce, provoked by the ranger’s challenging words. “I simply cannot promise something that will clash with the path that my faith dictates.”
Scorto opened his mouth several times to say something. But shut it and kept quiet as they kept arguing…. He didn’t say don’t argue… Scorto couldn’t help the soft whine that left his lips. He pushed his plate out of the way and put his head on the table, and shut his eyes. Maybe if he wished hard enough this would all be a bad dream. Finally he opened his eyes, he’s still here…he whined again and sat back up, looking between Casavir and Bishop, his voice soft. “Ok if you can’t stop fighting then please come to me afterwards, so I can help you if you’re hurt…I’ve got plenty of healing cream…and I can help just to hear you both vent. I’ll do what I can as a big brother and as a good partner should. I’ll try my best just please don’t fight anymore then you have too….is this some kind of bonding thing up here? Is that what this is…” Scorto looks at Casavir, he also asked if it was mostly because of what Bishop had done, but he stayed quiet he’s sure that would upset Bishop. Scorto then remembers Bishop’s words. “You and I are the best of friends now. And look at dear Scorto, he’s happy to be with me. Aren’t we all one big happy family.” Scorto’s eyes feel with tears and he sniffles, he looks at Bishop. “You really want to be friends with Casavir? And of course I’m happy to be with you love, I’m really happy and grateful you’ll have me. And…and..” Scorto got up and hugged Bishop before softly and gently kissing Bishop on the lips. Scorto is still crying. “Of course I want us to be a happy family. I’ve always wanted a happy family. I’m so happy you do too love.” Scorto moved and whispered so only Bishop could hear him.
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“Why are you crying?” asked Bishop. He smiled at Scorto and grinned meanly at Casavir. “Did he make you mad? I can tell Duncan on him if you want.” And then Scorto came in close to tell him in a whisper. Bishop’s smile got bigger. He gave Scorto a sly look. “Sounds like a good time. I want you to do all of that for me. And more.”
Casavir did not like Bishop’s smile. It was a fake one, he knew, but Scorto did not know. He did not want Scorto to be surprised when he finds out it’s fake. But he said nothing and continued with lunch waiting for Scorto to talk to him again. “It is good that you are not really sad,” said Casavir. “I want to be in your family for you. I think Bishop does too. Don’t you Bishop.”
Bishop nodded smiling. “Yeah I do.” He gave Casavir another mean grin. “This is nice” he decided, “let’s do this more often.”
Bishop in full hunting gear, bow, and quiver, walked towards the door leading out of the inn, but paused in his steps. He did not turn. "I'm going out," he said. Turning his head only slightly, he regarded Scorto through his peripheral vision. Golden wolf eyes trailed up and down the drow. "...Well?" Bishop asked gruffly without preamble. "Are you coming?"
Scorto blinks while he’s guessed Bishop was going out by how he was dressed. He’d not expected to be asked along… Bishop hadn’t before he’d always just left…leaving Scorto to worry and wonder if he was ok.
Scorto looks at Bishop with wide eyes, but quickly nods, he gose upstairs to his room just long enough to grab his cloak and to leave Malice a note incase they are not back. He’s soon back down stairs, cloak on.
Scorto smiled at Bishop and moved to stand by him.
“I’m coming lead the way my love. What are you hunting?”
Scorto has to stop himself from hopping around in exitment…and from climbing on the nearest table to kiss Bishop in front of everyone. He’s so happy Bishop asked him to come with him! Now he can make sure Bishop is safe! And no one’s hurts him! Or is mean! Scorto smiled up at Bishop.
“I love you, love thank you are letting me come with you. I miss you when your gone.”
He could be the only one in Neverwinter who did miss Bishop.
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Scorto nods “Ok..so you don’t need poison I understand…I’ll be good and watch.”
He paused for a moment giving Bishop a smile.
“Thank you for teaching me love. I hope I can make you proud”
Scorto blinks frowning.
“ We have Deep Rothe they are used for meat..and milk..we get some food from the surface..mostly we eat mushrooms and we do have some small fish but not like up here…there’s so much more difference in food here. We make mushroom wine. And you can roast and dry them and we have a mushroom called shriekers they are used as alarms but those to big or unruly get eaten…they make a screaming sound….my favorite mushrooms are the blue top ones…they taste good…and you can grind them down into a powder and make a bread with them.”
Scorto smiled up at Bishop.
“ Do you want me to make you some mushroom wine? I can if you want love.”
The concept of a screaming mushroom was somewhat disconcerting and oddly absurd - the ranger smirked at the imagery. All the mushrooms he had to live off of when the seasons were especially lean had never even come close to matching that kind of description. Any environment to host things like that didn’t sound like any place he’d want to go, that’s for sure.
Bishop gave a short scoff of amusement, then looked down at Scorto without lowering his head. “Now you’re speaking my language, if you’re offering me a drink at some point.” He lowered his voice to a purr. “Try not to give me poison mushroom wine, Spider-breath; I might take it personally.” He playfully ruffled Scorto’s snowy white hair.
Scorto blinks up at Bishop, his eyes widened at Bishop’s words….give him poisoned wine? Who did Bishop think he was? He knew what kind of mushrooms to use and what not to…he knew. He blinks as Bishop ruffles his hair. He smiled and tried to lean into the touch. Scorto looks up at Bishop and smiles.
“Of course I’ll make you the right one…I’ll make the one Mother Matron loved. You’ll like it I’m sure! It’s got a bitter flavor but then it gets sweet tasting going down…but you can’t drink a lot of you can’t really remember things so only a glass of two…I’ll start on it tonight! It will take a few days to make! But you’ll be the only human probably to ever have some Bishop. I’ll make you as much as you want! Just don’t drink it all at one time love.”
Scorto kept smiling, Bishop really was kind, maybe one day everyone else could see that too?
Bishop looked at Scorto. “That sounds like my kind of wine” he told him with a smile. He kept walking with Scorto, it was a long way to the forest but it was a nice walk. “I won’t drink it all at one time. I want to enjoy it,” he said.
“What are you thinking about?” the ranger said. “You are smiling about something. What are you smiling about Scorto?”
Down the road they kept walking passing through a very quiet part of the city since it was still in the morning, not many people were up or doing business. It was only the both of them. They were alone and peaceful.
Bishop in full hunting gear, bow, and quiver, walked towards the door leading out of the inn, but paused in his steps. He did not turn. "I'm going out," he said. Turning his head only slightly, he regarded Scorto through his peripheral vision. Golden wolf eyes trailed up and down the drow. "...Well?" Bishop asked gruffly without preamble. "Are you coming?"
Scorto blinks while he's guessed Bishop was going out by how he was dressed. He'd not expected to be asked along... Bishop hadn't before he'd always just left...leaving Scorto to worry and wonder if he was ok.
Scorto looks at Bishop with wide eyes, but quickly nods, he gose upstairs to his room just long enough to grab his cloak and to leave Malice a note incase they are not back. He's soon back down stairs, cloak on.
Scorto smiled at Bishop and moved to stand by him.
"I'm coming lead the way my love. What are you hunting?"
Scorto has to stop himself from hopping around in exitment...and from climbing on the nearest table to kiss Bishop in front of everyone. He's so happy Bishop asked him to come with him! Now he can make sure Bishop is safe! And no one's hurts him! Or is mean! Scorto smiled up at Bishop.
"I love you, love thank you are letting me come with you. I miss you when your gone."
He could be the only one in Neverwinter who did miss Bishop.
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Scorto nods “Ok..so you don’t need poison I understand…I’ll be good and watch.”
He paused for a moment giving Bishop a smile.
“Thank you for teaching me love. I hope I can make you proud”
Scorto blinks frowning.
“ We have Deep Rothe they are used for meat..and milk..we get some food from the surface..mostly we eat mushrooms and we do have some small fish but not like up here…there’s so much more difference in food here. We make mushroom wine. And you can roast and dry them and we have a mushroom called shriekers they are used as alarms but those to big or unruly get eaten…they make a screaming sound….my favorite mushrooms are the blue top ones…they taste good…and you can grind them down into a powder and make a bread with them.”
Scorto smiled up at Bishop.
“ Do you want me to make you some mushroom wine? I can if you want love.”
The concept of a screaming mushroom was somewhat disconcerting and oddly absurd - the ranger smirked at the imagery. All the mushrooms he had to live off of when the seasons were especially lean had never even come close to matching that kind of description. Any environment to host things like that didn’t sound like any place he’d want to go, that’s for sure.
Bishop gave a short scoff of amusement, then looked down at Scorto without lowering his head. “Now you’re speaking my language, if you’re offering me a drink at some point.” He lowered his voice to a purr. “Try not to give me poison mushroom wine, Spider-breath; I might take it personally.” He playfully ruffled Scorto’s snowy white hair.
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Bishop in full hunting gear, bow, and quiver, walked towards the door leading out of the inn, but paused in his steps. He did not turn. "I'm going out," he said. Turning his head only slightly, he regarded Scorto through his peripheral vision. Golden wolf eyes trailed up and down the drow. "...Well?" Bishop asked gruffly without preamble. "Are you coming?"
Scorto blinks while he's guessed Bishop was going out by how he was dressed. He'd not expected to be asked along... Bishop hadn't before he'd always just left...leaving Scorto to worry and wonder if he was ok.
Scorto looks at Bishop with wide eyes, but quickly nods, he gose upstairs to his room just long enough to grab his cloak and to leave Malice a note incase they are not back. He's soon back down stairs, cloak on.
Scorto smiled at Bishop and moved to stand by him.
"I'm coming lead the way my love. What are you hunting?"
Scorto has to stop himself from hopping around in exitment...and from climbing on the nearest table to kiss Bishop in front of everyone. He's so happy Bishop asked him to come with him! Now he can make sure Bishop is safe! And no one's hurts him! Or is mean! Scorto smiled up at Bishop.
"I love you, love thank you are letting me come with you. I miss you when your gone."
He could be the only one in Neverwinter who did miss Bishop.
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Scorto looks up at Bishop as Bishop spoke. Taking in what Bishop told him.
“Thank you love…I’ll listen you know hunting better then I do…thank you for teaching me the right way to hunt…if you want one day I can show you how to make some poison? If you want love.”
He leaned into the touch, giving Bishop a happy smile. He moved and hugs Bishop very quick before letting go and walking with him.
“Thank you love. What part of the deer do you shoot at? The head? The neck? Where the heart is? Do they had some kind of armer on them? Like a hard hide? What do they eat? Grass? Meat? What do there tracks look like?”
He paused before asking softly.
“ Am I asking to many questions love?”
“Don’t need poison,” answered Bishop with disinterest. “As long as you learn how to survive up here, I’ll be satisfied. So pay attention to me and do what I tell you, when I tell you to do it.”
For several moments the ranger considered calling Scorto an idiot - but he was a cavern-dwelling elf with minimal contact with the surface-side world. How was he supposed to know what a deer looked like? Calling him an idiot wouldn’t help anything. Sighing, the ranger shifted his bow to allow more comfort as he walked, then answered, “I’ll tell you when we see a deer. How’s that? We’ll spend some time watching one and then after we kill it, you’ll tell me what you learned.”
The Luskan brute stared ahead at the path they took towards the city limits and frowned thoughtfully. “Down wherever you’re from. There’s no beasts to hunt or track? What do you do for meat?”
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Although the sun is long from setting, the One-Eyed Jax is already bustling. Even so, patrons continue to enter the establishment at such a steady rate that the front door spends more time open than closed. The nature of the tavern’s clientele doesn’t differ much from other such establishments along the Sword Coast, yet there’s something particular about the atmosphere in this place. Perhaps it has something to do with the ostentatious figure sitting at the bar, clad in fine materials and bright colors. Yet, unlike others who can afford to dress similarly, this individual does not shy away from at times literally rubbing elbows with the significantly courser patrons surrounding him. Laughing, bantering, and even at times clanging his fancy glass against the others’ wooden tankards, among other things, it’s quite the wonder that this person’s enormous purple hat doesn’t so much as clip anyone. Even more curiously, he appears to detect your entrance over the loud merrymaking hoots and bawdy songs, even though the commotion all but drowns out the creaking of the door and the sound of your footsteps. Turning about in his stool, he greets you with the smile that one normally lavishes upon a good friend, and hails you with a hearty wave.
The rugged man entered the establishment and stepped out of the way of the entrance, casting his gaze around the folk milling about. Most inhabitants did not pay him any attention - he was just one patron of many, as far as they were concerned. Bishop preferred it that way. Standing out was a fool’s game, especially in unfamiliar territory.
And a player of that game greeted him amicably.
Bishop’s eyes passed right over him, gauging each of the other faces he could spy. No wench here was worth a quarter of her weight in gold, he decided - and besides, he was rather bored with hopping from bed to bed. The ranger tilted his head and inevitably, his golden-brown eyes wandered back to the foppish drow at the bar.
Acknowledging the mercenary’s friendly greeting at last, Bishop sauntered past the ongoing commotion of mingling and laughter to join him.
“So,” he began sleazily as he approached, “how does it feel to be the most interesting looking thing in the tavern?” Appearing for all the world to be bored, the ranger settled down in a seat by the man that waved him over.
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Bishop in full hunting gear, bow, and quiver, walked towards the door leading out of the inn, but paused in his steps. He did not turn. "I'm going out," he said. Turning his head only slightly, he regarded Scorto through his peripheral vision. Golden wolf eyes trailed up and down the drow. "...Well?" Bishop asked gruffly without preamble. "Are you coming?"
Scorto blinks while he's guessed Bishop was going out by how he was dressed. He'd not expected to be asked along... Bishop hadn't before he'd always just left...leaving Scorto to worry and wonder if he was ok.
Scorto looks at Bishop with wide eyes, but quickly nods, he gose upstairs to his room just long enough to grab his cloak and to leave Malice a note incase they are not back. He's soon back down stairs, cloak on.
Scorto smiled at Bishop and moved to stand by him.
"I'm coming lead the way my love. What are you hunting?"
Scorto has to stop himself from hopping around in exitment...and from climbing on the nearest table to kiss Bishop in front of everyone. He's so happy Bishop asked him to come with him! Now he can make sure Bishop is safe! And no one's hurts him! Or is mean! Scorto smiled up at Bishop.
"I love you, love thank you are letting me come with you. I miss you when your gone."
He could be the only one in Neverwinter who did miss Bishop.
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Bishop pushed through the door and entered the morning light, pausing only to stretch in the sun and sniff the air, frowning as though taking note of the conditions. While walking along the street, he kept his eyes gazing skyward, squinting. No clouds. No coming rain. Slight breeze.
At last he answered Scorto’s question. “Deer,” he said striding along and not looking back. “When we get to the Neverwinter Wood, keep your mouth shut or you’ll scare them all off.” He sucked in air through his teeth, glowering ahead at nothing in particular - or perhaps at the world in general. “Been hunting before, Spider Breath?”
Scorto shut his eyes for a moment as they step outside. Before opening them and almost running to keep up with Bishop’s pace. He thought about asking Bishop to slow down that he’s got shorter legs then Bishop. But he kept quiet he’s just happy Bishop let him come with him.
“I remember deer you brought some before…it was really good…I’ll be quiet…I know when to be quite. I was the leader of my group when we came….”
He stopped talking, he’s quite for a few minutes scrambling to keep up with Bishop. Finally he spoke.
“I’ve never been hurting but it can’t be that much different then how I got away from the surface elves right? You wait for the opportunity to strike and kill correct? And in some cases act a certain way to fool the pray into thinking you unable to fight so they come close and you strike then right?”
Bishop scoffed. Scorto, leading? The very idea was almost laughable to the ranger, but he didn’t care enough to voice his doubt. I’ll believe it when I see it.
Ash-rimmed eyes stared dourly ahead. “If you do everything right, your prey won’t even know you exist until it’s too late. Acting weak isn’t going to help you.” He closed his eyes and exhaled harshly through his nose. When he opened them again, he turned his head to peer down at Scorto, hand placed on the back of the drow’s neck. An affectionate gesture from him perhaps? “You’re right about the rest, though. Good. You wait and watch, then shoot with confidence. Aim right, and don’t give yourself away - and it’ll be the only shot you need. Got it?”
Bishop in full hunting gear, bow, and quiver, walked towards the door leading out of the inn, but paused in his steps. He did not turn. "I'm going out," he said. Turning his head only slightly, he regarded Scorto through his peripheral vision. Golden wolf eyes trailed up and down the drow. "...Well?" Bishop asked gruffly without preamble. "Are you coming?"
Scorto blinks while he's guessed Bishop was going out by how he was dressed. He'd not expected to be asked along... Bishop hadn't before he'd always just left...leaving Scorto to worry and wonder if he was ok.
Scorto looks at Bishop with wide eyes, but quickly nods, he gose upstairs to his room just long enough to grab his cloak and to leave Malice a note incase they are not back. He's soon back down stairs, cloak on.
Scorto smiled at Bishop and moved to stand by him.
"I'm coming lead the way my love. What are you hunting?"
Scorto has to stop himself from hopping around in exitment...and from climbing on the nearest table to kiss Bishop in front of everyone. He's so happy Bishop asked him to come with him! Now he can make sure Bishop is safe! And no one's hurts him! Or is mean! Scorto smiled up at Bishop.
"I love you, love thank you are letting me come with you. I miss you when your gone."
He could be the only one in Neverwinter who did miss Bishop.
Bishop pushed through the door and entered the morning light, pausing only to stretch in the sun and sniff the air, frowning as though taking note of the conditions. While walking along the street, he kept his eyes gazing skyward, squinting. No clouds. No coming rain. Slight breeze.
At last he answered Scorto’s question. “Deer,” he said striding along and not looking back. “When we get to the Neverwinter Wood, keep your mouth shut or you’ll scare them all off.” He sucked in air through his teeth, glowering ahead at nothing in particular - or perhaps at the world in general. “Been hunting before, Spider Breath?”
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