Ceallach Norrenddare
Ceallach glanced down at himself, noting for the first time that he was actually stained with Blodwynâs blood. His brow furrowed a bitâmagic was useful, but this would be a bit inconvenient if this was what happened every single time. Forget itâhe liked the weapons he had. He was a blade elf, not a mage. Besides, if he had been a mage, he would have been taken away to the Circle of Magi, never to see his siblings or provide for them again. Yes, it was a good thing he was not a magic-user.
He followed the siblings to the tavern, and when they entered he made sure to keep his head down. He was a thief around these partsâhe had to be careful. At least it wasnât like he stole without mercy and took from the unfortunateâhe went after the big money bags whenever he could. He was trying to blend it, but that was a bit hard when the golden haired shem was trumpeting out, âhey everyone, look at us! Look at us!â. The patrons began to disperse, which was a good thing, he supposed. Hopefully their fear would keep them from recognizing him.
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Ceallach fiddled with the clothing and armor Blodwyn had provided him with. It was a bit different with what he was used to wearingâhe liked to move fast in light clothing, not heavy armor. Thankfully these didnât seem as heavy as some he had seen before. Well, he guessed he would learn to adjust. He was in one of the washrooms, dressing and roughly toweling his hair.
Anyone else in his position would have yelled at him that this was his chance to run away with his siblings, but his mind didnât go that far. He was a tricky thief, but he thought that a contract was a contract, nothing else about it. Merle would have had a fit if she knew he was just doing as he was told. He exited the washroom feeling clean and refreshed, and began to look for Blodwyn or her brother.
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Merle Rilynnrae
If she wanted to help that boyâŠgo where he was going. That made sense, but was she really going to go that far to help that fool? It wasnât like there werenât any more unfortunate souls to helpâŠnot that she ever really bothered to assist anyone. Feh, but he was too stupid to do anything right. She scoffed at herself for even thinking of it. Joining the lady-knight on whatever she wanted to doâŠget into some ball? She didnât like travelling with othersâespecially not when they were shemlens. Merle preferred to roam about as she pleased, and being ordered around was not her thing.
But remembering the way that boy had been treated did not please her at all.
So�
Merle followed Gann as he approached the lady and told her without much fanfare that he wished to join her cause. And not surprisingly, the lady knight said that she couldnât trust him since she knew him not. But it seemed that she would give him a chance to prove it, and Merle knew that her attention would be elsewhere soon. âI will come along as well.â She said finally. âYou will be accompanied by the slaver, yes? I will come.â Her voice had a note of finality as if she would not take no for an answer.
And to be honest, she wouldnât. Once she made up her mind about something, she never went back on her decision.
Much to her surprise (or dismay, or perhaps relief, she was not sure which), it seemed that the slavers and the elven boy had come in to wash the blood off that remained from the Blood Magic. And she was nearly stunned speechless by how openly the brother stated their needs as if he ruled the world.
Wasnât this one of the very many reasons shemlens were obnoxious?
Ceallach glanced down at himself, noting for the first time that he was actually stained with Blodwynâs blood. His brow furrowed a bitâmagic was useful, but this would be a bit inconvenient if this was what happened every single time. Forget itâhe liked the weapons he had. He was a blade elf, not a mage. Besides, if he had been a mage, he would have been taken away to the Circle of Magi, never to see his siblings or provide for them again. Yes, it was a good thing he was not a magic-user.
He followed the siblings to the tavern, and when they entered he made sure to keep his head down. He was a thief around these partsâhe had to be careful. At least it wasnât like he stole without mercy and took from the unfortunateâhe went after the big money bags whenever he could. He was trying to blend it, but that was a bit hard when the golden haired shem was trumpeting out, âhey everyone, look at us! Look at us!â. The patrons began to disperse, which was a good thing, he supposed. Hopefully their fear would keep them from recognizing him.
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Ceallach fiddled with the clothing and armor Blodwyn had provided him with. It was a bit different with what he was used to wearingâhe liked to move fast in light clothing, not heavy armor. Thankfully these didnât seem as heavy as some he had seen before. Well, he guessed he would learn to adjust. He was in one of the washrooms, dressing and roughly toweling his hair.
Anyone else in his position would have yelled at him that this was his chance to run away with his siblings, but his mind didnât go that far. He was a tricky thief, but he thought that a contract was a contract, nothing else about it. Merle would have had a fit if she knew he was just doing as he was told. He exited the washroom feeling clean and refreshed, and began to look for Blodwyn or her brother.
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Merle Rilynnrae
If she wanted to help that boyâŠgo where he was going. That made sense, but was she really going to go that far to help that fool? It wasnât like there werenât any more unfortunate souls to helpâŠnot that she ever really bothered to assist anyone. Feh, but he was too stupid to do anything right. She scoffed at herself for even thinking of it. Joining the lady-knight on whatever she wanted to doâŠget into some ball? She didnât like travelling with othersâespecially not when they were shemlens. Merle preferred to roam about as she pleased, and being ordered around was not her thing.
But remembering the way that boy had been treated did not please her at all.
So�
Merle followed Gann as he approached the lady and told her without much fanfare that he wished to join her cause. And not surprisingly, the lady knight said that she couldnât trust him since she knew him not. But it seemed that she would give him a chance to prove it, and Merle knew that her attention would be elsewhere soon. âI will come along as well.â She said finally. âYou will be accompanied by the slaver, yes? I will come.â Her voice had a note of finality as if she would not take no for an answer.
And to be honest, she wouldnât. Once she made up her mind about something, she never went back on her decision.
Much to her surprise (or dismay, or perhaps relief, she was not sure which), it seemed that the slavers and the elven boy had come in to wash the blood off that remained from the Blood Magic. And she was nearly stunned speechless by how openly the brother stated their needs as if he ruled the world.
Wasnât this one of the very many reasons shemlens were obnoxious?