“Where are the flowers?”
“I think I saw some back that way,” Rognar jerked a thumb over his shoulder, “Yellow ones I think. Were you looking for a certain kind...or just...any kind of flowers?”
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“Where are the flowers?”
“I think I saw some back that way,” Rognar jerked a thumb over his shoulder, “Yellow ones I think. Were you looking for a certain kind...or just...any kind of flowers?”
“You’re bleeding!”
“Again?” Halldis let out a irritated huff, and pressed her fingers to her nose, which came away bloody. She scowled, yanked a partly soiled handkerchief out of her pocket, and pressed it to her face, “Sorry. I’m fine, really...it’ll stop in a minute...”
“I love the sound of rain on the roof.”
“Aye, me too,” the Nord agreed with a nod. “Sadly, I don’t hear much of that here in Whiterun.” she added with a slight frown.
“What I miss?”
“Ollrod is helping Gunmar train some new trolls. The trolls don’t like Ollrod. One practically threw him across the room.” She paused and grinned. “It’s just a wonderful time to be alive.”
“You’re bleeding!”
“You don’t say?” she scoffed at him, tasting the blood running from her nose and into her mouth. She wiped at her noce with the back of her hand and furrowed her brows at the discomfort the movement caused.
“If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy.”
“Guys,” Elspeth responded, with emphasis on the plural s sound. “There were at least two. And you’ll have to ask Ollrod about that. I didn’t last long.”
“It’s thundering so loud!”
“And the trolls seem to be extra twitchy,” Elspeth replied. “Isn’t there a newer recruit who can do tonight’s chores?”
"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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