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CapObvious
A Rotten Scroungeral
Blind? Carenen had to make a double take, just to be sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him.
He swore he had seen eyes beneath the old man's hood, but Carenen thought about it, he wasn't quite sure.
"Not yet, but give it time." The old man said simply.
Carenen didn't know how to take this. He mostly respected wise men, for he could tell that despite his longer life-span, the old man most likely knew more than Carenen could fathom
"Boy, I'll be calling you boy as you elves age so slow, despite living many lifetimes of men, you approach your enemy in their own quarters surrounded by their men. Do you still consider yourself a soldier, or do you merely not want to spark a battle?" The old man grinned at him, and Carenen smiled at his words, chalking up his knowledge of his race to his voice and behavior.
Something about the man, off-putting as he was, made Carenen feel a bit at ease. He was used to the deep magics and intellegence that exuded from the man's every pore. It almost felt like home. The man continued, unaabated by Carenen's speechlessness. "Still... you can't be that simple, you seem to have that brute under control. Him and that tribal are on the edge of their blades when I'm around. People always challenge what they don't understand, don't they?"
Sounded like he had some history with the boy and Thorek already. More than likely it was why the boy was silent, and Thorek was displeased. Then again, Thorek was always displeased about something.
"Now I will give you a real answer, or at least a better one, as that did not please you. No, boy, you have not offended me. I'm simply going to travel with you to wherever you may go, whether you know where that lies or not."
Carenen listened to the man's words, tasting each with deep thought. Did the man just say joining the caravan? Just out of the blue?
Then, without warning, the man pushed past him, heading for the table.
Kaalys perked up at the sight of the man coming towads the table, her hand already twirling a dagger, her eyes already scanning the exits.
Kaalys didn't catch all of the man's words, but spoke rudely after the hungover Myra repsonded.
"What do you want you old fool?"
He swore he had seen eyes beneath the old man's hood, but Carenen thought about it, he wasn't quite sure.
"Not yet, but give it time." The old man said simply.
Carenen didn't know how to take this. He mostly respected wise men, for he could tell that despite his longer life-span, the old man most likely knew more than Carenen could fathom
"Boy, I'll be calling you boy as you elves age so slow, despite living many lifetimes of men, you approach your enemy in their own quarters surrounded by their men. Do you still consider yourself a soldier, or do you merely not want to spark a battle?" The old man grinned at him, and Carenen smiled at his words, chalking up his knowledge of his race to his voice and behavior.
Something about the man, off-putting as he was, made Carenen feel a bit at ease. He was used to the deep magics and intellegence that exuded from the man's every pore. It almost felt like home. The man continued, unaabated by Carenen's speechlessness. "Still... you can't be that simple, you seem to have that brute under control. Him and that tribal are on the edge of their blades when I'm around. People always challenge what they don't understand, don't they?"
Sounded like he had some history with the boy and Thorek already. More than likely it was why the boy was silent, and Thorek was displeased. Then again, Thorek was always displeased about something.
"Now I will give you a real answer, or at least a better one, as that did not please you. No, boy, you have not offended me. I'm simply going to travel with you to wherever you may go, whether you know where that lies or not."
Carenen listened to the man's words, tasting each with deep thought. Did the man just say joining the caravan? Just out of the blue?
Then, without warning, the man pushed past him, heading for the table.
Kaalys perked up at the sight of the man coming towads the table, her hand already twirling a dagger, her eyes already scanning the exits.
Kaalys didn't catch all of the man's words, but spoke rudely after the hungover Myra repsonded.
"What do you want you old fool?"
TomLeViking
Call me Tom; or don't
The old fool chuckled and began stepping around the table as he spoke;
"I want for nothing, girl. I've had everything and gave it away. I have everything I need and nothing that you want." He turned and grinned at her before continuing to stride around the table, making large steps and moving his arms about, more animated than before. "I have everything and nothing. But what do you want, girl?!" He yelled out, turning towards her and placing both hands on the table, leaning forward across Thorek, who kept his eyes down.
It could be noted that the patrons of the inn had been quiet for a few minutes, and all eyes were upon Saloman as washerwomen watched and hunters clutched at their hilts. Saloman chuckled again, turning from the table and shaking his head softly.
"Do any of you actually know what you desire, or are you hoping it'll come straight to you? Perhaps you'll run into it when you're traveling around this fine country. Perhaps you want to find what you want to find." He put his hands behind his back and spun on his heels to face them, grinning slightly as he waited for a response.
"I want for nothing, girl. I've had everything and gave it away. I have everything I need and nothing that you want." He turned and grinned at her before continuing to stride around the table, making large steps and moving his arms about, more animated than before. "I have everything and nothing. But what do you want, girl?!" He yelled out, turning towards her and placing both hands on the table, leaning forward across Thorek, who kept his eyes down.
It could be noted that the patrons of the inn had been quiet for a few minutes, and all eyes were upon Saloman as washerwomen watched and hunters clutched at their hilts. Saloman chuckled again, turning from the table and shaking his head softly.
"Do any of you actually know what you desire, or are you hoping it'll come straight to you? Perhaps you'll run into it when you're traveling around this fine country. Perhaps you want to find what you want to find." He put his hands behind his back and spun on his heels to face them, grinning slightly as he waited for a response.
Patricia
Not Death's Bitca
Corelas slammed his hands down the table, and stood up. "I know what I desire. I want to settle down and grow a family. I want to check on my old man and see how he and my mother and brother are doing. I wish to travel with these people so I can do it all, one at a time.", he said, a bit too excitedly. He glanced over to Myra, but quickly looked back at the withered old wiseman. "But to you I ask one question. What do you want with us?"
TomLeViking
Call me Tom; or don't
Saloman raised his eyebrows and let out a grin, satisfied with the answer he was given.
"It seems I generalised; a few bad apples, eh?" He laughed a little. "Elf, I want nothing more than to join you on your 'travels' and provide some support for this merry band."
He kept his grin as he looked around at the patrons of the bar, who joined him in a laugh.
"Come now, surely you don't wish to turn down a poor old man looking for some company?" He cackled again, along with his entourage. He motioned his hand in the direction of Carenen as he spoke; "Boy, do you not trust I am a man of good intentions? I just fancy a walk, is all." He smiled as he looked across the room, above Carenen's head.
"It seems I generalised; a few bad apples, eh?" He laughed a little. "Elf, I want nothing more than to join you on your 'travels' and provide some support for this merry band."
He kept his grin as he looked around at the patrons of the bar, who joined him in a laugh.
"Come now, surely you don't wish to turn down a poor old man looking for some company?" He cackled again, along with his entourage. He motioned his hand in the direction of Carenen as he spoke; "Boy, do you not trust I am a man of good intentions? I just fancy a walk, is all." He smiled as he looked across the room, above Carenen's head.
CapObvious
A Rotten Scroungeral
Carenen came from his daze as the man beckoned him, or at least he had assumed so. He turned to look around him, just to be sure, and headed for the table again. As he did so, he studied the people he had called friends as they themselves tried to sort out this strange instance.
Myra was still a bit under the influence of her concoction, but embarrassment was still showing through the cheeks of their new altmer friend Corelas, as well as Myra herself. Corelas must have done something to irritate her, but right now she made it seem to be all too easy to frustrate her.
Kaalys was on edge. This was normal. She wasn't really used to the company, as she had explained to him as they lay together in the inn bed that morning. Simple restlessness, she explained. Nothing more.
Rathalos looked dead to the world. No movement, no train of thought. He'd have thought the boy dead if he hadn't known better.
Then, her turned to Thorek. The man was a ghost of the man he had met in Winterhold. Sure the train of events had left Thorek without much purpose, but even Carenen could see that this wasn't a Nord without a place to go. Something was off. His glance returns to the old man, and the faintest smile known graced his face.
"I am for it, my friend." He said politely, but continued. "But I believe I am far from the one who should be making these decisions." He turned back to Myra and Corelas. "What do you all think?"
Myra was still a bit under the influence of her concoction, but embarrassment was still showing through the cheeks of their new altmer friend Corelas, as well as Myra herself. Corelas must have done something to irritate her, but right now she made it seem to be all too easy to frustrate her.
Kaalys was on edge. This was normal. She wasn't really used to the company, as she had explained to him as they lay together in the inn bed that morning. Simple restlessness, she explained. Nothing more.
Rathalos looked dead to the world. No movement, no train of thought. He'd have thought the boy dead if he hadn't known better.
Then, her turned to Thorek. The man was a ghost of the man he had met in Winterhold. Sure the train of events had left Thorek without much purpose, but even Carenen could see that this wasn't a Nord without a place to go. Something was off. His glance returns to the old man, and the faintest smile known graced his face.
"I am for it, my friend." He said politely, but continued. "But I believe I am far from the one who should be making these decisions." He turned back to Myra and Corelas. "What do you all think?"
Patricia
Not Death's Bitca
"We've gained and lost members of the group in only a few weeks. If you think you can stay for a bit longer than a day or two, I have no problems with you.", Myra said to the old man. She threw a puzzled look at Carenen, but let Corelas speak his piece. "I... Uh... Yes? O-Or, no? Maybe? Yes. I think yes. Is my answer. Sure.", said Corelas. Clearly the courage potion had worn off. Myra leaned a little over to Corelas. "Maybe we shouldn't leave decisions up to him just yet?", she whispered under her breath.
TomLeViking
Call me Tom; or don't
The wizard smiled and clapped his hands together.
"Excellent!" He exclaimed, spinning on his heels and throwing his arms into the air, "A round on me!" He shouted, much to the amazement of the patrons of the inn, who released grip of their weapons, smiling and cheering for the peaceful resolution. He walked forward to the bar to converse with his local friends with a wide smile on his withered face.
Thorek smiled slightly and lifted his head to look at the others around the table. The idea of a warm mug of mead filled him with some resolve. He looked over at Myra, who seemed a little tense, before turning his gaze on Kaalys and Rathalos. Everyone seemed a little on-edge, as if they were back in Windhelm. His harsh nordic accent rolled off a soft tongue as he spoke low around the table.
"I say we're looking at a blessing here. You're just sight-seers in this land, after all. It would be best if we all kept our chins up. Won't be long before we can see Whiterun; it's a beautiful hold." He said, glancing around at the members of the party, trying to look hopeful.
"Excellent!" He exclaimed, spinning on his heels and throwing his arms into the air, "A round on me!" He shouted, much to the amazement of the patrons of the inn, who released grip of their weapons, smiling and cheering for the peaceful resolution. He walked forward to the bar to converse with his local friends with a wide smile on his withered face.
Thorek smiled slightly and lifted his head to look at the others around the table. The idea of a warm mug of mead filled him with some resolve. He looked over at Myra, who seemed a little tense, before turning his gaze on Kaalys and Rathalos. Everyone seemed a little on-edge, as if they were back in Windhelm. His harsh nordic accent rolled off a soft tongue as he spoke low around the table.
"I say we're looking at a blessing here. You're just sight-seers in this land, after all. It would be best if we all kept our chins up. Won't be long before we can see Whiterun; it's a beautiful hold." He said, glancing around at the members of the party, trying to look hopeful.
Patricia
Not Death's Bitca
"...? But, there at at least four natives of Skyrim in the group now. Rath is originally from Skyrim, right?", Corelas asked with terrible confusion. He suddenly remembered that he hadn't told anyone, except maybe Myra that he was born and raised here. Before Thorek could ask him what he meant, he added "Sorry. I keep forgetting myself. I'm from around Falkreath Hold."
TomLeViking
Call me Tom; or don't
Thorek looked confused and suddenly shocked at Corelas.
"Falkreath hold, huh? That's not too far from Riften. You hear tale of that huge mother wolf that was poaching all the Jarl's stags around 10 years ago?"
The maidens of the bar came by and put mugs of mead onto the table. They could hear Saloman casually telling the bartender to put it on his tab; He didn't look pleased with the man.
"Falkreath hold, huh? That's not too far from Riften. You hear tale of that huge mother wolf that was poaching all the Jarl's stags around 10 years ago?"
The maidens of the bar came by and put mugs of mead onto the table. They could hear Saloman casually telling the bartender to put it on his tab; He didn't look pleased with the man.
Patricia
Not Death's Bitca
"Hasn't just about everyone? Funny to think of who brought her down...", Corelas said happily. Something to talk about with the fondness of home was high on his list of things he could probably do to break the ice with everyone. He wasn't exactly sure why he had been let in to the group, especially since he did it to get more of Myra's potion, but he was certain that he would be stuck with his silence and fears if he hadn't come. And to think- this was only a small portion of time's work!
TomLeViking
Call me Tom; or don't
Thorek raised an eyebrow to him "So you've heard?" he said with a smile as he reached a hand up and rubbed the fur of the large black wolf which clung to his back; it reached the floor in the inn and looked as clean as when they'd first seen it. The snows of Skyrim will do that to a fine pelt.
TomLeViking
Call me Tom; or don't
Thorek took a drink of mead and leaned further into the table, closer to Corelas. He spoke with a grim tone.
"It was no triumph. I had hunted the bitch for weeks when I heard a whelping echo against the trees. See, Elf, after my days as the most feared Stormcloak commander in Ulfric's army, I took to wandering Skyrim. I found myself hunting down in Riften because of the milder climate; it bred tender elk and the finest mead in Tamriel." He thought of mead again, smiling and taking another drink.
"So I had tracked the wolf mother to her den in Riften hold, quite close to Helgen, actually, as she liked to poach from Falkreath. I heard cries of pain, animal pain. I followed them eagerly as I thought finally the poison of my arrows was taking effect - fat chance with this beast. I found her spread out across the snow, blood all around, and five black bundles of fur rolling around her. Clearly the birthing had been too much for her, and she cried out to me for release, which I gave her. Most of the pups died that night, apart from two. I took them back to my hut and trained them until they were old enough to go their own way, or at least one of them did..." He said as Saloman returned to their table.
The wizard sat down next to Thorek on the bench and budged him along the seat with his posterior.
"Come now, why so glum?" He said, looking across the table at the members of the party.
"It was no triumph. I had hunted the bitch for weeks when I heard a whelping echo against the trees. See, Elf, after my days as the most feared Stormcloak commander in Ulfric's army, I took to wandering Skyrim. I found myself hunting down in Riften because of the milder climate; it bred tender elk and the finest mead in Tamriel." He thought of mead again, smiling and taking another drink.
"So I had tracked the wolf mother to her den in Riften hold, quite close to Helgen, actually, as she liked to poach from Falkreath. I heard cries of pain, animal pain. I followed them eagerly as I thought finally the poison of my arrows was taking effect - fat chance with this beast. I found her spread out across the snow, blood all around, and five black bundles of fur rolling around her. Clearly the birthing had been too much for her, and she cried out to me for release, which I gave her. Most of the pups died that night, apart from two. I took them back to my hut and trained them until they were old enough to go their own way, or at least one of them did..." He said as Saloman returned to their table.
The wizard sat down next to Thorek on the bench and budged him along the seat with his posterior.
"Come now, why so glum?" He said, looking across the table at the members of the party.
TomLeViking
Call me Tom; or don't
Thorek nodded slowly, looking down to the table.
"Yes, he was a good friend to me, and lords over his forest. He stayed with me for a few years after his brother left - I never saw that one again. Now he lets me pass through on hunts, and he seems to take a shining to the Stormcloaks too; we ran into a lot of them on our travels. Funny kind of diplomacy with a wolf." He joked before taking another swig of mead.
"Yes, he was a good friend to me, and lords over his forest. He stayed with me for a few years after his brother left - I never saw that one again. Now he lets me pass through on hunts, and he seems to take a shining to the Stormcloaks too; we ran into a lot of them on our travels. Funny kind of diplomacy with a wolf." He joked before taking another swig of mead.