Snippet #1309004

Hilde awoke with a rather throbbing headache, and sat up slowly at about the same time as there was a rather large thud on her door, one which sounded most distinctly like some part of a human body larger than a mere hand. But who in their right mind would be out there at this time and crashing into the thing rather than knocking? It took a few seconds, but eventually the memories swam back to the surface and she couldn't decide whether to laugh her arse off or go out there and punch the impertinent little fool a second time.

She settled for the promise of making his life as miserable as possible without actually killing him. A wicked grin slowly spread its way across her face, even as her eye twitched with the rhythmic pounding that reverberated inside her skull. Gray eyes drifted about the room, alighting on her bedside table, currently holding a mug of something hot and pungent-smelling. Ah, Esther was a good child indeed... wait. Had she witnessed any of the rather ridiculous escapades of the night previous? Hilde recalled the girl helping her into bed, then crawling into the other narrow mattress herself, apparently dead to the world. It was when she'd caught the sounds of someone- two someones, as it turned out- barging into their room that she'd managed to rouse her drunken self, in enough time to get felt up and kissed (if you could call it that) by the new pointer.

And then she'd done what any other reasonable person would have done in the same situation- she'd laid him out on the floor, kicked his sorry carcass outside her door and slammed it with as much force as her alcohol-deadened limbs could muster. Which was quite a bit indeed. There was no way Esther had missed all of that. Ah, well. One more person to assist her in sweet revenge, then, since the girl just so happened to be under her orders.

But first things first. She was in need of a bath, which was conveniently located behind a screen in their room, and a meal. The latter turned out to be on the house, which was strange since she could have sworn that was not in the terms of whatever Julius had paid. Whatever; she wasn't about to turn it down. There was another long day of riding to be had ahead, anyway. After shoveling down what food there was to be had and downing that nasty herbal remedy, she decided she was more than ready to go, and headed out to the stable.

To her surprise, the horses were saddled and ready to go. Shrugging, she swung up on hers and awaited the rest of their little party.