Tomia wrote:---
Chryssa nodded still with an amused smile on her face as she heard the knight's response - despite the fact that he held the prestigious position of Knight Commander and was the head of the newly formed Hammer of Eboris, he never lost his temper or complained and always seemed willing to roll with her remarks, which was something she quite appreciated, perhaps more so than his sweet talking from their first conversation. Hearing that he was here looking for her, however, made her curious instead of amused and so, she listened as he explained the reason, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Drinking on the job, hmm?" She quipped, before smiling warmly. "Well, I'm flattered that you braved these hate-filled streets just to invite me. I would love to have a drink with you, Sir Quentin." She spoke afterwards, in a decidedly friendlier, less sarcastic tone, gesturing for him to lead the way. It would probably be a while before she could make her way back to her fellow Repentant, but that didn't worry her. They could take care of themselves.
Neferis Lahari
Absolon-7 wrote:---
The Wandering Wolf made her way through the masses of people crowding the Rilas marketplace with little issue, as the lesser folk before her promptly parted to let her through as soon as they spotted her. After all, in a small city such as this, well within the borders of the Empire of Tashar, few had ever seen such a tall, imposing woman walk among them, let alone a proud Thalari from the Antoran dunes to the far West. That, added to the fact that she was hauling a large deer carcass, was more than enough reason for the peasants and merchants walking the marketplace to avoid her, though many still gawked from the safety of the sidelines. Stares she had grown accustomed to during her journeys through human lands.
Making her way into a local butcher's shop, she casually deposited the animal corpse onto a nearby table, the sturdy wood creaking under its heft. The surprised man turned around, though he settled down quickly enough, recognizing the woman. She had become a somewhat familiar sight in the past two weeks, a talented huntress judging by the fact that she always came in with a large catch, ready to trade it in for some coin.
The butcher, a small man who found himself intimidated by the she-wolf in front of him, nonetheless offered a polite smile and prepared to pay the agreed upon price for the flesh delivered. It was not cheap, but venison was quality meat, and he was old enough to know a good investment when he saw one.
Moments later, the woman walked back out without the deer carcass and with a heavier coin pouch. Not that she was in dire need of the money or anything of the sort - she was fairly self-sufficient, and knew how to live off of the wild with little issue - but when walking and working alongside lesser folk, there were certain standards she held for herself. This far from Amarkar, spares for her sort of attire were far from plentiful, and humans seemed to consider silk awfully expensive, which further complicated things. Still, she had managed to procure a few silken robes in the past weeks.
Walking away from the butcher's shop after getting her pay, the Shi'el noticed a soft thud next to her, and looked at the nearby decorative tree just in time to see a tiny black bird falling straight to the ground. Reaching out with one hand, she caught it and looked at it for a moment. It was not dead yet, but it seemed to be severely lacking in intelligence, so that would no doubt last little. More importantly, however, it had a familiar scent about it. One of the many she had noticed during the Hammer's journey to the Wolf's Den. Sniffing the air around the crow, she noticed that the same scent was nearby, and it didn't take her long to spot Rudolph looking at the scene just across the street.
"Your bird, Slayer." The woman spoke after sauntering across the street, handing back the stunned crow. "Not a very bright animal, this one."
Saelaam of Trelia
Tomia wrote:---
The winged Chosen prayed to Oadot for guidance on the road ahead, as well as patience, both for overcoming obstacles and dealing with the more doting among his comrades. However, as always, the act was done less in expectation of divine revelation and more as a means of introspection, a form of meditation. It was an act that cleared his thoughts, and the notion of praying to the gods for assistance with some issue or another made him consider his circumstances and focus on what truly mattered. Adding to that, the quiet atmosphere of the temple allowed him to relax and think.
Thus after a few minutes, Saelaam felt somewhat refreshed. Not fully, but enough to continue working. There were people far worse off than him just outside the city's walls after all - the hungry needed food, the sick needed medicine, and the wounded needed healing.
Before he got up, however, he was approached by a Goliath woman. That alone would've been enough to make him suspicious under normal circumstances, but he knew that among those who had joined the Hammer in the first few minutes since its creation were three Goliath women, among them an enigmatic Keeper of the Glass who had given the nascent army Sualdir's blessing. He quickly recognized her, and her comment about Sualdir's wisdom further confirmed her identity. He listened to her and nodded at her compliment, though her last remark put a frown on his face.
"Yes, it seems that way, though I cannot say I welcome the feeling. I wish people's attention would be focused more on the threat looming upon us all instead." He said with a weary sigh. Glancing at the crossed sword sign hanging from her neck, he continued. "You said you didn't think much of us in the past. I take it the Horde does not think highly of healers?"