<div class="floatright">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/04fd85f8-26e8-4c1b-ad91-4015c600383e/ddnn82s-a7766271-8f5c-46cc-bcb2-035ad27b2c54.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzA0ZmQ4NWY4LTI2ZTgtNGMxYi1hZDkxLTQwMTVjNjAwMzgzZVwvZGRubjgycy1hNzc2NjI3MS04ZjVjLTQ2Y2MtYmNiMi0wMzVhZDI3YjJjNTQuanBnIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.ph-3HwiPc0OmaLmpyoQs6J98SYlWynZCgswSaO_4QIU)</div>It couldn't be helped that the stableboy would cop a feel of her when she climbs up. However his hand did lay on his sword hilt the whole time since if they got too bold he wasn't above leaving lasting welts on them for it. Riding for a full hour gave him a a more fitting reassurance that she wasn't about to run from him. More so when she began to speak up about why she would not run. Maybe she felt more comfortable about this talk now that they weren't in ear shot of prying ears and eyes and he was willing to hear her out. His eyes don't waver from her face as she spoke of how she was touched. Elaborating that she had innate magic within her. So she was a slave with magical potential and sought for breeding stock. She lifted the rope off her neck and he pulled it back slowly once she was free of it completely.<br/><br/>He was reading her body language and she looked utterly resigned to whatever fate awaits her. The Hellhound was wondering why this was the case. Perhaps she was so broken down that all the fight in her was gone. The lack of any will to live beyond the gilded cage was in his mind proof enough that whatever she once was, this is whom she was now. Yet she voiced curiosity all the same about his namesake.<strong>"Blood Heritage from the Nine Hells. Someone from my bloodline knocked hooves with them and I guess it's stronger in me. Hence the smell of burning birch."</strong>He said being rather direct with his words and not mincing them much. He rode up so he was alongside her and he continued.<strong>"Coupled with the fact that I hunt men and monsters for coin and it's not hard to imagine where the name derives from."</strong>The longer they talked, the more he was doubting his prior assessment that she was of noble birth. She could be a commoner with sorcerous blood and it would make her still valuable to the Thakur.<br/><br/>It was going to be a long journey even on horse back. He might as well make the most of this trek and after another hour or two he reached down and hoisted one of the waterskins from his horse's sides and then offered it to her.<strong>"Drink. You'll need your throat quenched if you are destined to make this journey."</strong>He doubted she would be attractive to listen to with a dry throat making her voice raspy. Either way Darius didn't think much of this small motion of kindness. After all he had a contract to fulfill here.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Darius rolls a Perception Check and gets a result of 24. He has failed.<br/>At 2021-08-16 20:28:52, Laughing Hyena (uid: 10552) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 24 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=155073)