<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4917037#msg4917037">Quote from: Miroque on 12-07-2011, 16:30:05</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>-Arathea-</strong><br/>She looks at the oddly moving man, and after finishing her meal, she raises. <strong>"Would you accomppany me then, sir?"</strong><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>He nods.<br/>"Sure", is the curt answer as he goes towards the door. He's definitely moving in a way that's not expected of someone with so many obvious muscles... and his voice was too cultured and polite.<br/>Most people wouldn't notice that, though, Aathea knows. Even she might have missed it.<br/><br/>Once outside, the man is taciturn, and leads her fast towards the centre of the city. He stops in a small street, not different from the ones nearby. Across the street, there is a home with a big open garden. There, under the shadow of some tree, a group of youths is drinking and laughing around a table, while some musician is performing a soft melody you don't recognize.<br/>The guys look like rich (to a different degree, of course), well-dressed, in expensive clothes with golden thread.<br/>"The blond guy in blue", is all her guide says. "He's the target you were paid for. Ask him to fight the Zandir with the sleight sword in red, the one that just pinched the serving wench's butt. They're now playing this game of theirs", he spits.<br/>It seems like a war game, and unworthy of the hate in his tone, but the hate is there.<br/>Except these two, there are three other guys. A Cymrillian, another Zandu, and a Trall are discussing something, and - amazingly - laughing at what the Trall seems to be telling them. Since he haven't stopped talking, it looks like a story, but a Trall telling funny stories?<br/>Incredible in itself.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4920129#msg4920129">Quote from: MadPanda on 13-07-2011, 05:52:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Adjia's laughter is soft, almost musical.<br/><br/>"It was not punching that I had in mind, if you must know.  But leave that aside, for if you are not in favor of the idea I shall not press.  I am, as I said, not so inclined myself to use men in such fashion."<br/><br/>She gestures to the woman's blade.<br/><br/>"How is business, if I may inquire out of respectful and honorable curiosity?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The woman smiles.<br/>"My business is well. My employer, though, met an untimely ruin - I guess this makes him my former employer, but habits die slowly. I'll need another cup of wine to kill off this one" - she gestures to the tavernkeeper for the weapon of habit-killing. "He bought some locks, and was trying to sell them, but it turned out the locals had all they needed. And the price of his silks had dropped, since three other caravans have arrived last week... so he was unable to do anything but pay us, after selling his wares, and possibly get a cheap whore. I guess he should be looking for one now, drunk and miserable. Me? I'll down a few cups, and look for another caravan to guard tomorrow. To me, it makes little difference what I protect!"<br/>Her laugh at the end is probably at the expense of all her past and current employers.