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Paytience Adventurer

Joined: 13 Apr 2010 Posts: 65
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Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 1:32 pm Post subject: Between a Marsh and a Hard Place |
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She lay on her back with her hands tucked behind her head looking up at the star studded night sky. She didn't know what any of them were but she was learning. Just as she was learning to wield a Kryss. Minor spells and incantations had been thrown in for good measure. Not so much because she believed any of that crap but because it was a helluva lot quicker to conjure up healing, than it was to apply bandage after bandage. If it was one thing she was good at, it was being a quick study.
A smile tugged at the corner of her lip when she thought about what Morgrim had said. Tor, she repeated to herlself silently, letting her mouth curl around the name. She couldn't bring herself to call him by his first name. But the sight of him in battle, smashing machine after machine, lingered in her thoughts. Like the smell of fresh baked bread when you're starving she salivated at the image. Now there were two men who knew how to take care of themselves, Arahim and Tor Morgrim. The broad who had come with was pretty good with the animals too. But there was something about him..
She should have sent a note or somethin'. Wasn't that what you were supposed to do, she thought, when you are payin' a visit. Not that he'd minded. He hadn't really said one way or the other, but not yellin' at her for it was good enough. Good Gods he was tall, and that mustache of his seemed to go on for miles. Laughing to herself she thought of his asking if she had been alone. She'd made her mind up then and there that whatever secrets he had, she'd keep her trap shut. He was a man ya didn't piss off. And not pissing him off meant ya got his respect, at least she hoped so. Course she also tended to speak her mind. "That might just shoot me in the foot."
Kicking one boot on top of the other she closed her eyes. In the distance music and dancing could be heard clearly drifting through the trees of the Compassion camp. These people had her eyes. She was sure of it. Was this where she came from? Maybe Morgrim.. Tor, she corrected herself, could help Arahim find out for sure.... |
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