Skyggeheim wrote:Traven Faust
A Gambler's Bet
Tenna the Possibly Doomed
She finally seemed to convince the other elf to stop momentarily it seemed. Long enough, at least, for Tenna to catch her breathe and begin to prepare to treat their wounds. Basic knowledge of first aid had been a necessity on the streets she grew up in, and it never hurt fr a spy to be able to treat any common injuries. Pulling her favorite blade, and the one that had scared her all those years ago, she began a simple act. The blade was kept sharp, so in very little time she had prepared enough strips to bandage the other complaining heroic elf's leg. She was stopped, however, by the arrival of a winged being.
Tenna was not a patient elf, and being interrupted by a mostly unwanted arrival always put her on edge. She heard it introduce itself as a Chosen, and a healer of one of the gods. Brialya seemed to eat it all up, which annoyed Tenna even further. She fought against rolling her eyes, however, when she realized her own injuries were a touch too much to handle with mere bandages. Even a splint was not going to do much, and from the looks of it the demon army may not give them time for her to do anything too complicated, nor did she think she could pull it off. Begrudgingly and swiftly, she offered the red and fractured arm, hurting herself with the sudden movement. Smart, let's not let pride get me hur-
Once again, Tenna's thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of other people. It seemed that the world or gods or fate seemed to wish her either dead today, or driven to madness. Naturally, the male of the new pair spoke, much to her chagrin. It was clear he made half his livelihood at least off of charm alone. Tenna had run across many like that. Diplomats, con men, thieves, performers...Oddly enough, Tenna found herself getting along more with the criminals. This man, however, seemed enjoyable enough. That is, if he showed any intelligence to match his grin. It truly was the speaking that made her let out an audible sigh.
Oh, the problem? Perhaps the fact that everyone may die today and you seem to be about as observant as moss in a cave. Finding herself unable to properly say this as usual, Tenna let her gestures do the talking. Still holding the injured arm out for the healer's ever-growing irritating inspection, she used her other, armed hand to gesture broadly at the hordes and armies fighting viciously and horrifically to the bitter end, a faux shocked expression on her face. Perhaps one day I'll be allowed to stab people for asking stupid questions. That should be a law.