Snippet #2538716

"You don't look like a farmer."

Verreth's eyes grew wide and she shut her mouth quickly. She once again had spoken without thought, saying the first thing that popped into her head.

"Sorry. I am not very good with people most of the time." She raised her mug once more. Verreth let the fire crackle and pop for a time, silence between her and the man. Her curiousity grew to the point where she was not sure she could keep it in.

"If you wish to settle down so much why not just pick a place, go there and live? If trouble follows surely it has to die down at some point right? I am sure that once you have a little home and a field to work trouble will fall away. Travelers...we are the ones who stir up trouble. We flit in and out of places and disrupt the balances there."

She mimicked him downing her mug and it only took a moment for her to regret the decision. Her cheeks warmed quickly and her head began to feel as if it were full of cotton.

"I am not an orphan but my mother had a wandering soul so I barely knew her. Nymphs have fickle hearts and never like to stay in one place. Perhaps that is why I ended up the way I am. I will never be whole again. Gideon made sure I was a monster."

Verreth sighed and looked in the fire. She leaned heavily on her elbow. "I am Verreth. I had hoped to get a knight's help but if you are telling me they are corrupt and disbanded than I must rethink things hmm?"

Her eyes grew droopy. "Turned me into a griffin you know...drugged me....experimented....what's your name?"

Verreth turned to look at the man, her eyes showing signs of the drink hitting her. Her lids drooped and she looked as if at any moment she might fall asleep in her chair.

"I don't talk to people much. Does it show? You seem like the strong silent type. Hmm, I think you did the right thing hitting that man. You shouldn't have been punished. The good suffer when evil is in power..."