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[alvinius]

"What is this? Why are you giving me this?"

Oh no, had he done something wrong? Was this not hers? Vialgo’s hand closed around the coin pouch just slightly. “I swore I thought I saw this fall behind you, miss. I thought it was... well, yours and I know Riften is not exactly the best place for money to be lying about so I—” 

He shuts himself up, clearing his throat. “Is this not yours, then?”

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[alvinius]

"Get down!"

“Why? What’s goin—” An arrow suddenly whizzing by a few feet away from them answered his question. Without another second of hesitation, Vialgo followed the man’s advice and got behind a tree, kneeling down and pulling his crossbow out, a bolt already loaded.

He pulled the string back, setting it into place and peeking around the tree to see just who was shooting at them. “Bandits, I’m guessing?”

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[alvinius]

"Do you like taffy? I don't want these."

“Well, who am I to refuse free food?” The Imperial took the offered candy and bit off a piece without skipping a beat. He gave the half-mer a grateful nod, chewing a bit before speaking again. “’S good. Thank you.”

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[alvinius]

"Do you need help getting to a room? You look like you might have had one too many." (Is she flirting or sincere? YOU BE THE JUDGE! xD)

He was leaning against the tavern’s bar, smile spreading nearly from ear to ear. The bottle in his hand held the last of the whiskey he had yet to drink, and Vialgo swirled it as he studied her face. A very pretty face, he noted.

“I don’t know about that. I’m still standing, aren’t I? Besides, shouldn’t you introduce yourself before dragging a poor man off to a bedroom? Shame on you, miss.”

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[alvinius]

"Do you like sweetrolls, sweetie?" The Nord asked, holding up a small basket of the treats. "I'm not much of a fan, but I don't want them to go to waste."

Vialgo blinked down in surprise. All of them? Was she going to give him all of them? He had been planning on having lunch down at the local inn when his business was done, but the rumbling in his stomach was suddenly too much to ignore.

He beamed, reaching out to carefully take the basket. “Really, you’re giving all of this to me? This is too kind of you, ma’am, but I won’t refuse.” A pause as his stomach growls impatiently. “I assume you want your basket back?”

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[alvinius]

"Could you help me with something quick? It won't take long, I promise."

“Hm, I’m not sure. I have a very full schedule. Cleaning my shield, poking fun at the trolls, get some bolts from Sorine, sparring with Thias, eventually find the time to tick off Isran again and probably end up cleaning out the dog pen...” 

He gives a dramatic sigh, wistfully looking off to the side. A second later however, he turns back again, grinning. “Sure, I can fit you in. What is it you need help with?”

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[alvinius]

"You know, you're gonna hurt yourself doing that."

The Imperial waved away his concern, remaining focused on the branch in front of him. “I’ll be fine. Did this a million times back home. Nothing to it. Just need to... get close enough.” 

Vialgo took a few cautious steps forward, listening as the wood creaked under him, then turned his gaze to the item he was retrieving from the tree. Slowly, he reached out, trying not to shift his weight too much. A second later, he beamed as his hand wrapped around it “Got it! Shi—” His foot suddenly slipped as loose bark broke away underneath the sole of his boot, making him slip. Fortunately, however, he had enough time to react, grabbing the branch as he fell. The silver amulet he was holding, however, dropped to the ground below.

A chuckle. “That was close.”

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