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tinkerbrielle
“Masterful, elegant, I am charmed and delighted.” Brielle snickered, clapping her hands together once in both delight and applause. “Now, if you’ll just swoon into my arms, you’ll have outdone yourself.”
He gasped, hand to his chest, and chided her with a poor – very poor – mimicry of high class diction.
"Pray, keep yer slander to yerself. A lady of my standing does not swoon."
coldwindscutclean
“Well, I don’t think they’ll complain so much should I kill you, but I’ll try to go easy on you.”
He guffawed. “I get it. Yer with a comedy troupe.”
wandererfromthenorth
As much as she disliked him, she could not help but admire the skill with which he cleaned the hide. There was something almost graceful about the motions, which clashed with his brutish demeanor. Had he been a friend, she might have simply sat and watched him work, but that seemed likely to grate upon his nerves, which she had probably done quite enough of already.
She fought back a frown, but said nothing more. She did not doubt him in the least, and was not yet convinced that he wouldn’t kill her the moment her eyes closed. It was troubling, of course, but the threat of death was not anything new, “It does a bit. Went down a bit like a stone too…may be time to toss the rest of it out.”
She was quiet for a moment, brows furrowing as she returned to patching up the shirt, “…Do you ever travel with anyone?” it seemed a stupid question, after all, it was perfectly clear that he didn’t care much for people, but surely even someone like him would have some need for company every now and then. Even if it was only for survival, “O-Or have you always been on your own?”
Yeah, that bread was well on the way to becoming a murder weapon. Still, she didn't need to toss it out. She could cut what was left of it in slices and fry it up with a dollop of grease in the morning. That ought to make it halfway edible.
By the time he’d let his focus on his work dwindle enough to say so, however, time had slipped away from him and she’d posed him a question instead.
"I've worked with people. Camped with them. Used to be they hired me for muscle or provisioning, on treks or expeditions and the like. That was a while ago." And by that, he meant several decades ago since the last time he signed on for something like that. More time than she or even her elders had been alive.
"At the end of a job like that, you really get to appreciatin' being on yer own, not having to tell every uppity little backyard-adventuring shit what and what not to put in their mouth or what and what not to wipe their ass with–..." He shot her a glance. “Why’d you ask?”
Axe to grind
tinkerbrielle
Seemed he’d had a similar idea to hers. He’d certainly brightened up her gloomy day, and it was about to get even better. She was going to get a look at that ‘thicket’, after all.
“If you’d rather not spend the coin and don’t mind dodging a little mud and rain drops, there’s a stable at my brother’s house, too. No stable boy to shoo off; just a horse who I know for certain won’t be fussed no matter how well we get to know each other.” Brielle licked her lips, biting down on the bottom one just a moment as what, exactly, they could get up to in a stable flitted through her mind. No time for fantasies when the real thing was right here. “Either way, I’m ready to be as distracting as possible.”
Truth be told, she was plenty distracting already. He pushed his tongue against his cheek, and grinned. Took him all of half a second to consider her proposal.
"Sounds good."
'Course, it could very well complicate his whole reason for being here. Fucking the blacksmith's sister in the man's own godsdamn stable might ruin his chances to wrest a good deal from the guy, but... Well, in the grand scheme of things, what was more important? Getting laid today, or getting a good deal on a new axe that would serve him well for the next few decades? Yeah, he didn't need to think long on that one.
"Lead the way, Red."
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reachvanguard :
More jokes. If that kept him from hacking in with his axe, she would simply have to suffer through them. Anluan’s growls grew softly, eyes focused squarely on this interloper, afraid. Rori kept her grip on his ear.
“We are.” A cautious answer, waiting for what he wanted. “We’ll leave you be.” An offer of peace, if he would just move on.
"That'll be difficult, 'cause I'm headin' the same way when I break camp."
He’d figured it would come to this.
"I think I'd rather have you and your boy well ahead of me than somewhere behind, so...” He nodded at the cat’s hind leg. “D'you want help with that?"
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askdusty :
That quick to forgive and forget? Her brows arched. That was a positive trait, at least. And perhaps - she chewed her lip in thought for a moment, although his comment made her smirk. Yes, she was very much still alive - she had a business to run, after all.
Hmn.
“I suppose not. Either way, I may have a proposal for you, if you’ll hear me out. You’re still hunting, I assume? Any skill with taking apart an animal in pieces, preserving the organs rather than hacking the meat off a carcass?” She shifted to lean her weight on her cane. “At removing teeth, claws, antlers as whole as possible?”
"I can do that, easy."
Any halfway decent hunter could, surely, but he didn't need to tell her that. Looked like that bag of gold he was hoping for had just stopped by.
"What're you gettin' at? You need the barbs of a mountain lion's dick to make an elixir for some noble's sad sack son who can't get hard in front of a woman?"
askdusty:
“Now, what’re you implying about my figure? I eat just fine, thank you, even if I’m not as well-endowed as I imagine you like your women, if you like your women anything like how you like your meat.” Her nose screws up for a moment and she makes a face. “… What an awful sentence. Cider’s a little stronger than I’d thought. Would you like an apple cider caramel, speaking of?”
Was the cider that strong, or was she a fucking light-weight? He'd already made his mind up about that one, but figured he'd keep it to himself for the time being.
"Sure. I'll have one."
bloodiedfeather replied to your post:
She clicked her tongue and winked at him in a confirming gesture, before disappearing into the crowd. Moments later she emerged with two mugs filled to the brim with a sweet-smelling, frothy dark brown liquid. “I have no idea what this is, but it smells good,” she declared and sat one mug down in front of him, then took a seat opposite him.
He watched her go, gaze trailing down her back to her rear as she went. He smirked to himself. Pretty little thing, wasn’t she? And she was getting him a drink. He wasn’t complaining.
He heralded her return with a large, cheeky grin. “Good ‘nough for me.” He drew the tankard closer, and came forward, propping himself up with his forearms on the table, “So what brings ya here?”
vvardenfellcat replied to your post:
The Khajiit grinned, despite the ‘scrawny’ bit. He was a little drunk, too happy to let it ruin his good mood. “Food, booze, whatever looks fun. Might try the archery contest if m'not too drunk by then.”
“Eh...” He shrugged. “Wouldn’t worry about it. Everyone else will be.”
wandererfromthenorth replied to your post:
“It seems I’m mostly here for the food,” she admitted, taking a quick glance around to make sure she wasn’t in the way, “But no…I suppose it isn’t really my thing. My friends were wanting to go, so I just came along.”
"Yeah?"
The sound that left him could best be described as a mix between a drunk giggle and a snort. What'd she mean by 'friends'? He had a large swig of his ale, burped, and craned his neck to make a show of looking around and behind Halldis. He gestured into the empty space on either side of her.
"What? All five of you?"
coldwindscutclean replied to your post:
“A shame, isn’t it?” Shey grinned at his expression, barely managing not to laugh. “I suppose they don’t want the festivities brought down by an unfortunate death or six.”
“And here I thought Nords knew how to celebrate.”
tinkerbrielle replied to your post:
“Excuse me, sir, I am a lady.” Brielle replied with overdone offense. “I always clean up after my kills.”
“So do I, after I’ve skinned and butchered them. Guess that makes me a lady, too. Hold the fuck up–” He put his tankard down, and put one foot in front of the other. Arms out, a little bob of the knees. “How’s that for a fucking curtsy?”
“How did I get so lucky to be the one to attend this event with you?”
“Hey, Red.” He grinned, raised his tankard in greeting, then craned his neck and made like he was looking intently at something behind her. “Gimme a moment. Lemme count the bodies of all my admirers you had to shiv and step over to get to me, ‘fore I answer that.”
“Wanna be my opponent in the sparring event?”
His jaw shifted, picking at one of his molars with his tongue. She thought she could take him, huh? What? With one hand, and one eye? He’d have asked her just that, ‘cept... well, no one was gonna be more aware of it than her, right? Stating the obvious wasn’t gonna do anyone any good.
He shrugged, had a swig.
“Dunno. Heard ‘em say somethin’ about–” and here he scrunched up his nose, as if his tankard was filled to the brim with maggots rather than ale. “...rules.”
“Would you like me to get you a drink?”
He slammed his empty tankard down on this rickety table. He couldn’t remember if it was rickety before he got here, or not.
“Won’t say no to that. Don’t forget to get one for yerself.”
“So, are you here for the excitement? Or only the alcohol?”
“Got the booze covered. Just waiting on people to start cracking skulls and breaking arms. Is this a Nord party, or what?”
Yeee. Thanks for the replies to my ask answers, guys! I’ve put them in a text post in my drafts. I’ll get to them tomorrow. I want to write more, but they wake us up early, here. Gotta sleep.
