nini was walking past the front of mondstadt city gates, hand on the high of her sword, gripped tightly in case anyone decided to do something funny. with a gentle hum, the petite woman made it past sara's good hunter restaurant, pausing slightly as she inquired the tall shadow that loomed before her. "hello?" she called out catiously.
TWO VERY DRUNK SCOUNDRELS had been lurking at the gate harassing passerbyers that dared to be out so late at night. When the moon was content to dip low and fireflies fluttered about searching for each other. Unfortunately, Nini's gait had taken her into their zone of 'tormenting decent town folks with their presence.' Catcalls and whistles ensued between delirious bouts of laughter, boyish shoves and whispered, juvenile dares. After her spoken greeting, the duo relied purely upon the liquid courage that alcohol provided, as fuel to make their grand entrance from the shadows.
BUT TO NO AVAIL.
Someone or something, moved swiftly between the shadows of night and slinked up behind the questionable citizens. Both were immediately shoved, simultaneously. One good-for-nothing face planted against the brick fence, face meeting stone. Poor chap probably broke his nose? No matter. The second stumbled forward and was able to capture some degree of balance before Grimulf clutched at the hem of his britches and hoisted his frame clean off of the ground. Like a sack of potatoes. The drunkard was held and flung into a nearby trough full of murky, drool-laden water meant for livestock. A sobriety christening. It left the man flailing about in confusion which was just enough time for the hooded hilichurl to step forward, bow and offer his arm ever so elegantly.
❝ M'lady may I 'ave the PRIVILEGE of escorting you home? ❞ He teased, warmth tinting his gravelly syllables, enhancing the humor of what had just transpired.
❝ For the path is long and dangerous, full of inebriated imbeciles. ❞ Grimulf could not help the snicker that escaped him, he was being entirely too facetious.
