Snippet #1510291

The red-headed Breton’s cheeks turned almost as red as her now bruised face as she stared at the cloaked but armored man she had slammed into. As he steadied her, her eyes widen as to liken the saucers nobles used. Staring unblinkingly at him, Agnes started to move her lips to speak, but her tongue, thoroughly bitten was making that impossible. She simply clutched her box to her chest, as if to ward off evil spirits.

“Well. So much for inconspicuous.” The Imperial deadpanned. Her eyes got larger if possible when he slipped an arm behind to help support her, he grimaced, “Apologies for my haste, are you alright, Lady?” she started to make a gurgled reply when he spotted her yellow band, and he raised a brow. “Are you perhaps here for the job opportunity?” he asked quietly, taking a step back to let her stand on her own. “I would greatly appreciate it if you at least stay for the explanation.” As he looked past her into the room, Agnes’s eyes flickered about realizing how much attention her little ‘run-in’ had drawn. Whymewhymewhyme! She screamed in her head. She looked up just in time to see the man motion her to the table of yellow bands. She finally blinked and turned her head slightly to see a cranky man slip past to stand next to the door frame. Is he g-glaring at me? She quickly whipped her head around and froze again as a cloaked Dunmer brushed past her causing her to flinch. After gathering her now frayed wits she stiffly made her way to the table, dragging the chair closer to Argonian giving the Imperial and second Dunmer a slightly dirty look while she did so. She wasn’t used to strange men she didn’t know randomly touching her, even if they were helping.

“Riven,” She silently mouthed to herself, what a stupid name… Maybe he had a strange mother… or even worse, a crazy cultist father. She audibly gasped as the thought went through her head, it was soft luckily and barely audible to most of the people at the table. Perhaps he is also a cultist and planning on using our bodies for some daedra worship ritual! She had heard of these things before and her mind was racing, completely distracting her from what was going on at the table until a glass was placed before her. She jumped slightly in her seat and looked up at the gift giver; she started to smile at his manners, that is, until he winked at her. Her mouth resembled that of a fish gasping for air, she was shocked. She gave him a timid glare when he poured into her glass, whispering out a small, “Thank you, Sir.” She kept her eyes lowered on the table, wiggling the glass to cause the liquid within it to spin before taking a well-practiced sip.

“To Mister Riven here, and for a profitable venture.” The cheeky Dunmer said before he took a drink. She barely contained an eye roll as she took a large gulp of her cup.

Agnes tossed her arm over the back of her chair, slouching, crossing her legs as she drank more. Her personality seemed to change to that of a harsh woman with the more she consumed. Nothing like a nice cup of liquor to ease the nerves, she narrowed her eyes as she took another sip and started to evaluate her companions.

First, the Argonian to her right and raised an eyebrow. The woman was well-equipped, no doubt. She looked as though she’d be toned under her concealing robes…quick and dangerous. Glancing to her left she looked at their employer, the Imperial. She really hoped he wasn’t involved in a crazy cultist scheme, he looked the noble part, not that that meant anything anymore. She next looked over at Dunmer one and Dunmer two, both men looked like they could do their job well. Agnes decided she would make a point of never being caught alone with any of these shifty types, even the Argonian. I may practice Necromancy, but I’m not looking forward to having my own soul summoned by some idiot any time soon. And lastly, the Redguard, she looked very noble and knightly… and shiny. I wonder if she ever cooks on that thing…Agnes pondered for a moment before realizing she had been staring too long. She turned her gaze up at the ceiling as she finished off her cup; it wouldn’t be a good idea to be caught practicing black magic by any of these folks. She sighed lightly looking over all of them again and then down at her shoes wrinkling her nose at the Orc blood.

“Gross.” She muttered.