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@xarakaas continued from [X]
The long seconds slide over her sweat slick back under the light studded armor. ‘Did they go into shock?’ Not that she could actually tell with the mask, but when their voice does come her brow twitches because unlike her expired companions, this one could actually articulate. A rare luxury in the northern forests. Uncommon enough that her free hand stayed dangling near the dagger tucked out of view inside her boot. At least they aren’t trying to kill each other. “Small victories keep ya breathin’,” as Shivers would say. She nodded back at them.
As northern tradition dictates, the kill was hers and therefore so was the first pick of the spoils. And her pick had the the rest of the dried meat she is gnawing on along with a water flask to keep her till she found the next stream or river. She jerked her chin in the direction of a corpse with a short sword sticking out of the back of his head. “Leave that one be,” muttered the Nephilim around a mouthful, “so long as that needle of yours doesn’t find itself in my hide, the rest are yours.”
With an all too unfitting bow given to the author of such a grisly scene, Nix would comply with the ‘demands’ of their little transaction. One body held aside would prove no issue in finding what they wanted.
“I assure you nothing I desire here will be of any value to you, and you will be free to continue your...claiming shortly without any hassle. I simply neeeeeed- ” A pause, an odd demeanor given as they slowly wandered about the scene, with all the curious glances behind porcelain that would fit a customer browsing wares. “-his clothes, his boots, annnnd...perhaps a bit of odds and ends cobbled together from their...’accessories’ and such.” As they spoke, a wide pack of sorts would be pulled from within their cloak, only to be simply held for the moment as the hidden eyes behind their mask inspected the fallen. The faintest sound of moving and twisting flesh slipping out from beneath the false face and scarves as they scanned.
