Swords, Sex and Sorcery (IC thread)

[Cherubian]

Siria gladly took the hand offered, and she visibly brightened up in the process of trying to give a firm handshake. At least she might have given an impression of determination to compensate for the pure strength her fingers lacked compared to the black white horned humanoid she was facing. "I am Siria, nice to meet you." And she really meant it. "And yes, it felt good to give them some of their own medicine." although that admittance sounded hesitant.

She had felt devastated the moment the black elf had apruptly ended their conversation and turned away in contempt. Although she had the distinct feeling it was her fault she could not point to the why. Was it just because she had been cautious? Weird. But there she went, the first person who could had shown the potential become something like a friend under all these strangers. Back to square zero, or so she thought until she was addressed by Zell.

His tone was far friendlier then when he had instigated that mock brawl just a minute ago, immediately brightening her mood. "But what did I do to annoy her ... Nizzre?" Siria was wondering aloud "To turn her away like that. And I hope you are right. May sound strange now, but it was interesting talking to her."

"But" she continued, her eyes leaving the drow who was beginning her next feud and fully focused on Zell "you were serious about fighting for money, and thinking I could do it?"

 

[JadeKnight]

Kumio was caught off-guard by the sudden hug from the elf, her arms pinned from the tight hug. It kinda bothered her at the sudden closeness, but she also couldn't complain at being close to the shapely elf. She took a deep breathe as she was released just as Tarik came walking out. She didn't say anything as Lexy handed her map to him so he could lead them to the livery.

She looked at Nizzare silently as she came over to rile up Tarik some more. It didn't bother her, since she had been around drow before. Her eyes darted around to take in everyone, keeping track of what was going on.

 

[Lexavier]

Lexy gave Nizzre a dark look, a mixture of the palpitating fear and anger she felt. She reached up and patted Tarik's arm softly, straightening herself up, she met the gaze of the Drow as best she could. "We're off to find horses, and work. You know... earning coins through legal and noble endeavours?"

She looked up to Tarik and gave him a bright smile, as if the Drow wasn't looming beside them. "Which direction then my friend?" She said, brushing her hair back behind her long ears, her eyes concentrating so hard on not looking anywhere but Tarik's features.

 

[HotKittygirl]

Nizzre

Nizzre clucked her tongue on the roof of her mouth and it was her turn to laugh. Every once in awhile she would indeed smile, it was a truly horrible sight to behold, at least when she smiled like that.

“I believe you are mistaken,” She retorted easily, her right hand rising to tap at her brow lightly. “I may not know much of this surface word, but bulls have horns, yes? It looks like you are missing a bit...but I am sure you make up for such with your smile and giggle.”

Gracefully the drow took a step to the side, her cloak fluttering about about her ankles as she allowed them room to pass freely. “I would say the same to you, goat man, but I do not think you have the skills to compensate for much.” Her eyes lingered intently upon the pretty little elf, rather enjoying the mixture of anger and fear within those almond shaped eyes. She couldn’t help just for a moment how sweet her tears would taste. She tried so desperately not to look at her and for the moment Nizzre was content to remain where she was, that smile quickly fading to be replaced by the typical stoic mask.

“The best blade is the one unseen,” She replied, a common saying in the depths of the underdark, though no doubt it sounded more like a threat than a common greeting.

 

[Led_Astray]

Tarik chuckled, briefly hugging Lexavier to him with his sword arm.

"I have already enumerated my many skills, little darkling. Shall we add listening to the list of skills you lack, or is it that your memory is poor?"

He flexed his shoulders, bored with the dullness of the Drow's unimaginative and repetitive insults. Then he cocked his head on one side, and gave her an almost compassonate look with his large brown eyes.

"Or has your life been so full of malignancy and deceit that you don't recognise honesty when you hear it? I pity you you life, filled with hate instead of love, with hostility instead of joy, when the greatest pleasure you have is to cause pain to others."

He turned to Lexavier and Kumio.

"Come, my sweet ladies, we have honest business to attend to. Let us leave these two to wallow in their dark moods whilst we go and enjoy life!"

He gave a formal little bow to Nizzre, and nodded to his two lovely companions.

 

[DrStein]

Scully was getting a bit tired of waiting for his companions to return and he was eager to get to work. He turned to Kat as he stood and offered his hand. "Come on, Melody. We'll let Chuckles make friends while we go find some work." He left the tavern with the catfolk and saw Tarik with Lexy and Kumio talking to the demon, the drow and a new stranger. He shook his head and came up to the group.

"I see you persuaded Gabby to join us after all," he said to Tarik. "However..." he gestured toward the demon and the drow, giving them respective nicknames on a whim, "if you're busy making friends with Blacky and Spooky over here, Melody and I are going to start looking for work. We'll be touting ourselves as problem solvers with unique solutions."

 

[kittenofdeath]

Zell shrugged “Nizzre is a Drow, if anyone can see weakness and strength, is a Drow, I didn’t see the fight be she apparently did, and that little one is still hiding behind you for protection” he said, pointing out the youth that Siria had saved, still cowering behind her, though he did look less skittish now that Nizzre had walked off. “So if those two think you have what it takes, who am I to argue?”

“I'm not going to lie though” he said, his voice loosing a little of the jovial nature it had up until then “you were right, the people you fight will try to fight back, and sometimes you'll get hit, so if you do choose to do this then you have to be prepared to get hurt.” He waited a moment as that sunk in, then went back to grinning, hoping to alleviate some of the negativity he had just thrown at her, she seemed the type that could be easily disheartened by things.

“But hey, there’s nothing saying that you cant try then back out later, hells, if you try it and don’t like it, I'll hire you, paying someone is easier than learning how to read and write anyway.”

 

[HotKittygirl]

Kat and Nizzre

The catfolk was beginning to think there was something in that ginger ale the way the rogue was acting, or perhaps he was more winded than he had thought. Finally though he seemed to snap from whatever reverie or funk he had gotten into and Kat was never more relieved to hear those words. Her triangular ears perked and she rose without a second thought, her tail snapping out behind her as she took the offered hand briefly.

“A fine choice,” She commented lightly and made her way to the door only to find the rest of their group still there. It was an interesting turn of events, a rather awkward bottleneck at the front door of the establishment. Past the bulk of Tarik stood the fiery eyed drowess from before and further past the teifling along with a rather busty girl Kat had never seen. She could appreciate all of them in their different shapes and forms, no more than another. But it seemed that the moment was being halted if only for a moment. Those amber orbs blinked slowly, as if that would clear her mind.

“Which one is blacky and which one is spooky? They both seem a little of both,” Kat retorted easily, though she found the gaze of the drowess drawn to her. They were of similar builds, though Kat was shorter and bustier than the drow; both woman wore the swords at their hips easily. Inside those crimson orbs was an undeniable fire and within Kat’s own amber gaze it seemed more like the waves of a serene ocean.

“You had a part to play in disrupting the mob that had gathered to see my strip,” Kat said easily, a hand upon Scully’s shoulder as she drew past. Her movements were slow and precise, the swaying of her tail moving in opposition of her hips. Nizzre found her gaze upon the catfolk and whatever retort she had to other comments was lost for the moment. There seemed something about this beast of a woman, she had no fear in her eyes like the pretty elf; no, the feeling she got was something far more primal.

“I don’t think you were properly thanked for that little endeavor,” The catfolk said all too sweetly as she approached and stood before the drowess. Before she could respond Kat leaned up on the tips of her toes and placed a kiss upon the drow’s lips. Nizzre stood rigid in surprise and for a brief moment thought of striking the catfolk down where she stood. Yet, there was no denying the softness of those lips, the silken feeling of her fur. If she had the skin for it, Nizzre might have blushed, it concealed it rather well even as she faltered and drew back.

“I...I did not do it...” And for the moment the drow stumbled over her words, the look upon her face priceless. Quickly she recovered though as the realization others were watching intently. With a snort she straightened herself and glared at the feline. “I did not do it for praise. Next time you think to kiss me I will have pretty lips for a necklace.”

“Oooh,” Kat giggled at those fierce words, her amber eyes sparkling. For all her bluster the drow had yet to unsheathe her sword, as did the catfolk. It seemed both were of the same mind there. “I do enjoy a little rough play now and then. Tell your tall dark and handsome friend he can join in. I owe him a thanks too...”

Nizzre had no comeback to that, with another snort she turned from the group and cursed them in thick undercommon, storming back to Zell and the girl with anger in those crimson eyes. < “Fools all of them!” > She snarled in the same language. But just what was she angry at? The scene as it unfolded, being outdone by that pretty feline, or perhaps...just perhaps...angry at herself for enjoying that brief kiss.

 

[Cherubian]

"Oh, you are still there." Siria turned to grant the young man another sweet smile as she drew some confidence from the fact that indeed he seemed to think she would be able to protect him. Which nevertheless did not prevent him from having his eyes oscillating between her sparkling but mismatched eyes and the two mounds on her chest that spanned her close fitting tunic. Still this discourse was a good opportunity to let Zell's words sink in. And while she kindly asked the boy "Anything else I can help you with" she formed a decision. Yes, it seemed very dangerous, but it also felt strangely thrilling and far more independent that sending the rest of her life in some scriptorium.

As she got no immediate reply from her temporary protegee she therefore returned her attention to Zell. "You have a point, of course, but I think I might just follow your advice and give this ..."

All of a sudden her eyes went wide, and she craned her neck to look around Zell's form to get a better view of whatever had grabbed her attention "Whoa, you should have seen that" Slowly she retraced back to her previous casual stance. "Seems hard to believe but your ... Nizzre just got kissed by a cat woman. On the mouth. And did not fight back" Her voice became lower with each word, heralding what she was about to whisper next in an almost conspiratory tone "And here she comes. Doesn't look too happy."

 

[Led_Astray]

Tarik roared with laughter, slapping his mail clad thigh with glee.

"Oh, little Kittykat, that was done well, and well done!", playfully ruffling Kat's fur with a large hand

He looked around at the assembled group.

"I have had a thought, though..." he raised his hands, in mock supplication. "I know, I know, thinking is a dangerous past-time for a muscle-head like me" he grinned.

"What if we spend our coin on horses and tack and fodder... and then find that the work we have taken is within the city?" pointed out Tarik. "It would be a foolish waste of coin. Perhaps we would do better to seek the work first and then horses if we need them, hmm? We might even find our employer is willing to provide a cart or somesuch."

 

[Lexavier]

Everyone was outside now, and it felt good to have the group surrounding her. She looked between their faces, watching the exchanges. She didn't want to get involved with the banter. But then she watched that little Minx flummox the dark Drow with that gorgeous kiss. Infact, Lexy couldn't help the flutter of jealousy that found its way into her heart. It seemed to last for ages, the moments dragged on, and then she was gone, stammering her confusion away as she stormed away. Lexy grinned at the beautiful Catfolk, knowing that was her nature, to love love in all it's forms, and Lexy berated herself for that moment of green eyed weakness.

She listened to Tarik's idea and considered it. "I suppose..." she replied, "But I really would like to get out of the city. But your idea is valid. So... we should wait here for Scully and Kat?" she said, eyeing the pair of them and then gazing back at Tarik.

 

[JadeKnight]

Kumio just watched everything in silence. At this point in time, she felt it wasn't her place to comment on any of what was going on. After all, she really had only been a bystander in the whole little 'fight' between the groups. She was pretty much neutral in everything at this point. Though she did think that things were turning for a more interesting point in how things were proceeding.

She didn't say anything, but she reached up and laid one hand lightly on Lexy's shoulder. She wasn't sure hat she meant by it, but she felt she should do it nonetheless.

 

[kittenofdeath]

The sudden influx of attention towards the young lad was a little too much, between that and the sight of the oddly coloured elf turning to come back after the odd scene of her and the catwoman kissing, he decided that the safety that the woman had been providing nor the lovely view of her behind was worth the potential risk of hanging around, so when the two were distracted by the elfs return he slipped away.

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Zell was confused, all of a sudden she stopped and looked behind him, he didn’t know why, but normally when this kind of thing happens he misses out on something good. By the time this fact had ticked over in his mind though it was too late, the words 'you should have seen that' ringing in his ears as a mockery, and when she continued to explain what had happened it only rubbed salt in to the wound.

Nizzre seemed livid when she returned, but Zell was too disappointed to handle the situation with the proper care and tact that he should have. “Why?” he asked no one in particular, turning his head skyward, as if he could talk to the gods themselves “why am I never facing in the direction of the fun stuff when it happens? Just a little luck every now and again, is that so much to ask for?”

He sighed and turned to Nizzre “did she at least buy you a drink first?” he joked, but it was forced, and probably in bad humour “oh well, I missed the show again, cant change the past, anybody got any bright ideas for how to get some work?”

 

[HotKittygirl]

Nizzre

The reaction from both of the tiefling and the young girl only fanned the flames of her anger. Zell lamented at always facing the wrong direction and the look the other wore said more than words truly could. Nizzre felt a vein in her neck throb for the briefest of moments as she turned those scalding crimson orbs upon her monochrome comrade. She searched for some comment to make, some blistering retort, or even just a witty jape; yet in the end she found nothing. She had half a mind to tell Zell that the catfolk had said she would give him a kiss as well, though after his little pity party Nizzre didn’t think she could stand the sight of teifling swooning. Instead she simply reached up and grasped him by the horns, curling her fingers about them as she jerked his head closer. The tip of her nose almost touched his own as she breathed her words, a throaty purr dripping with venom.

< “I. will. END. you.” > she emphasized each each word slowly and precisely before she released him with a contemptuous snort. The drow took a breath and calmed herself as best she could, whipping her cloak about her sleek frame before she returned to her previous somewhat haughty tone.

“Have you talked this one into putting those destructive fists to proper use?” She said in that thick tongued accent, looking down her nose at the girl as if the scene hadn’t happened at all.

 

[Cherubian]

Any display of arrogance or intimidation just does not quite pack the same punch if the individual trying to threaten has previously been observed in the situation Nizzre had been in with Kat. At least that was what went through Siria’s mind right now. It had been amusing to watch her exchange with the tiefling, even if she did not understand half the words spoken, and she had not been able to completely suppress her smile, but that changed quickly. The drow’s rather ham fisted attempt at reasserting her dark and dangerous image felt above all poignantly insulting, considering the rather civil conversation they had had before. For a moment she was outright annoyed, until a thought occurred to her. What had worked once…

Sometimes she had these impulses, and acted upon them without thinking, in a spontaneous surge of too much courage for her own good, despite usually being a rather level headed girl. A few seconds of reflection would have told her that despite that defeat of sorts against Kat – or likely even more so because of it - Nizzre still was a very dangerous creature, one not to toy with. But she did not invest those few seconds.

Instead she stepped up to the dark elf and wrapped two slender arms around her, armor and cloak included, pulling her downwards enough to have for the second time in just a few minutes some female lips lock onto the drowess ones. Where Kat had just delivered a single gentle kiss, this was an all out bear hug lasting seconds, breasts pressing against breasts separated merely by a layer of linen and mithril.

Siria had the good sense of breaking the embrace in time though, and was wary against a potential counterattack as she commented to Zell “Did you see it this time?” before she turned back to Nizzre, a smile still lingering on her lips together with the aftertaste of the kiss “Yes, your friend has convinced me to give this a try.”

 

[kittenofdeath]

Zell hadn’t expected Nizzre to react in the way that she did, but in retrospect it made perfect sense that she would be looking to get things back to the normal state of her being scary and brooding, him cracking jokes and looking glum that he missed out on just seeing a kiss probably wasn’t helping. <”Understood”> Was all he said in response, he hadn’t fought off her grabbing him by the horns, and he didn’t really know what to say, so he kept it short rather than flail wildly and hope to say the right thing.

Funnily enough, while Zell had managed to not see Nizzres less than pleasant reaction coming, he was just in the middle of thinking to himself that the last thing he needed was for Siria to try the same thing, it wasn’t until it was all over that the fact that he wasn’t imagining what he was seeing sunk in. There was a bit of a delay in his answering of Sirias question, what with him being well and truly shocked, he'd have gone white if that were possible for him, but eventually he mouth decided to work.

“Yeah” he mumbled out “saw that, because that just happened” he was well out of his element now, and his brain refused to do anything other than replay what he just saw, so he couldn’t count on it for backup. “So, great news, Siria here has decided to try her hand at working with us” he didn’t know what to do, so he tried to skip over it, because there was every chance that this was going to end badly, then again, her getting kissed had resulted in her getting kissed again with what he imagined was much more eagerness on the kissers part, so if things continued in such a pattern, maybe things were going to get very interesting.

A man can dream...

 

[HotKittygirl]

Nizzre

It was a dangerous game to play, though Nizzre played it well (or at least she thought). The tiefling seemed cowed enough by her show of anger, though the other wore nothing but a smile upon her lips. Nizzre truly paid her look little mind, her focus having been upon Zell for the most part. For one so trained to sense danger lurking about every corner and her general distrust of most people, somehow Nizzre did not see the next move coming.

After all who would have thought such a thing would happen once, let alone twice? Impatiently she awaited Zell’s answer, only to be consumed by those slender arms. With her cloak drawn out about her there was little Nizzre could do, her arms pinned underneath the thick layer of material and then the girl’s surprisingly strong embrace. A slight gasp of surprise escaped past those plush lips as they came into contact with Siria’s; for all her anger and stoic nature Nizzre’s lips were all too kissable, soft as sin. Where Kat’s kiss had been simple and light, a sweet kiss one might give a lover in passing, the one that this girl offered was far different. That sleek, svelte frame pressed against Nizzre’s own, chain links against linen and still there was no denying the firm swells pressed against her own modest bosom. She faltered again, though she shouldn’t have been surprised, she was. The harsh light in those crimson orbs wavered for a moment, betraying the fact that such a kiss was as appalling as she lead them to believe.

It came to an end and Nizzre righted herself, a lock of platinum falling out over her cheek. She looked all at once shocked and flustered, her lips parted yet she did not speak. The tip of her tongue finally darted out over her lips and the taste from the kiss couldn’t be denied.

“Are all surface dwellers insane?” She finally grumbled, slender brows furrowing as she simply glared back at the girl with a certain look of disbelief. “I swear the next person to kiss me will lose their tongue…”

 

[Nordican]

Heinrich von Sueton moved forward along the street. He did not have a particular goal in mind but after talking around looking for work he had been informed of recent happenings in the Everful Flagon that a Tiefling and a Drow had cowed some of the local riffraff when things were getting out of hand at the bar.

The fighter with dirty blonde hair and two scars across his right eye had not been able to ascertain the source of what had gotten the people all riled up but he pushed on with what he had. With his half plate encasing him and his Bastard Sword across his back complemented by a composite bow along with a kukri at his side and a dagger in his boot he was a mercenary without a job and potentially without a steady income if he didn't do something.

To be new to a country with barely the pack and weapons on your back with no contacts was not something he wished to remain for long and so he had taken to try to track them down and eventually found the two right around the time a raven haired girl with very pretty features reached up and grabbed the Drowess in a bear hug.

At this the sellsword essentially caught in his tracks. He had hardly seen Drows let alone work for them and he didn't know them to be particular friendly. He had sought them out because so far from all reports they had already used either strength or cunning or something else to establish some credibility and perhaps fear amongst the locals and Heinrich always liked to be around other skilled people given it gave the best odds of survival.

Watching the Drowess glare back at the girl however made him quite hesitant to push on given he could be walking into a delicate situation but then again there was the potential he would walk away and miss his chance.

"Excuse me." He inputted with a sombre thick growl to his voice characteristic of his homeland. "I don't mean to break up whatever is going on here but I was told you two had a hand in dealing with a little ruckus over at the Everful Flagon." He said as he looked over to the Drowess and then the Tiefling. If only there had been a battle where he could have just come down and slayed some of their enemies, always made for easier introductions after you established you weren't going to be shoving a knife in their back.

 

[Cherubian]

[Sense Motive roll of 22 for Siria, enough according to HotKittyGirl]

Siria was taking a step backwards, still cautious that the black skinned woman's wrath would unload violently. Her shoulders sunk slowly into a posture trying to be as little threatening as possible. And very slowly she began to realize the true extent and possible consequences of what her spontaneous inspiration had made her do. Considering that she could consider herself lucky that Nizzre was content to retaliate verbally. The relief on the delicate features of her face heightened her aura of innocent naivete and made her look even lovelier to the inclined observer.

Only ...

Something seemed off in the drowess' bearing. Her indignation and ire just did not feel entirely genuine. And there, how she had licked her lips. Had that harsh mistress actually enjoyed this embrace and was just too ... scared to admit it? It matched her own memories of the intimate closure. In her arms Nizzre had not felt repulsive, or hardened, but rather so soft and cozy. Not an unpleasant experience in the least, and one she'd gladly repeat.

Siria was in the process of thinking how to react to this unexpected development when – well – another unexpected development happened in the form of a metal heap on two legs that marched straight up on them, barged into their conversation and plainly ignored her, addressing only Nizzre and Zell. The cautious and coy part of her personality came to the forefront again, as she retreated another half step, almost automatically folding her hands behind her back as she continued to follow the conversation. If that inconsiderate ruffian did not want to talk to her she surely would not impose herself onto him. Even Nizzre at her worst seemed more sympathetic.

 

[Nordican]

Heinrich watched the small step back of the girl who with pristine features and cocked his head slightly before bowing it in greeting.

"Apologies miss" He said towards the raven haired girl and mentally smacked himself but he had just wanted make sure not to lose track of those he had wished to meet.

"I... I appear to have forgot my manners aboard that airship ride." He said in a slight bumbling manners clearly realizing he'd just went and barged in after being blinded a bit by finding the people he sought out and then seeing the exchange. He kept his head bowed low in embarrassment for his rushed actions.

"I pray you'll forgive my eagerness." Heinrich said and just shut up for the time being hoping he had not squandered what he'd hoped to achieve.

 

[kittenofdeath]

“Aww, does that mean I don’t get a kiss” Zell said with a grin, he couldn’t help himself, besides, Nizzy didn’t look that angry, evidently so since she seemed non threatening enough for him mind to come up with that nickname. “I'll shut up now” he quickly added when Nizzre went to snap at him, raising his hands in surrender, not that he was really afraid of her hurting him, he just didnt want to cause more of a scene then they already had, a simple glance around them showed the sheer number of eyes on them, including quite a few boys who suddenly hit puberty a minute ago.

Zell was wary of the new newcomer, boy it sure was the season for them wasn’t it, but no more than he was with anyone armed and unknown, he didn’t look to be positioning for an attack, just asking questions. “We might have been” Zell responded to the first question with all the witty wordplay and misdirection of a hired thug “whats it to you?”

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(meanwhile, a wild plot device appears)

A man of slim build was approaching, dressed in red and gold finery that looked as though it would cost about the same as a small building, including a hood and an exquisite white mask that completely hid his features, clearly nobility by his clothes and the haughty grace with which he walked. “Ah, the beastman and the child of Bastion” he spoke as he neared the group closer to the bar door, inclining his obscured head as a greeting “you were of the group that caused the commotion in the tavern, are you not?”

 

[Nordican]

Heinrich gave the Tiefling a slight raise to his brow. "My name is Heinrich von Sueton. I've a sharp interest for individuals who know how to handle themselves in tough situations. Judging by what I've heard so far I think that label covers you all quite nicely if they're true and you are who I think you are."

"I'm figuring like me you're new in town but you've had the good grace to already find yourselves some like minded friends." He said with a polite nod towards the Drowess and then to the raven haired girl.

"In this city you've already shown the locals you're not to be messed with. Hopefully it will mean lucrative employment from the kind of people who respect strength and cunning like I do. Extend me the honor of working with you and my swords and skills are yours. You'll never want for a better fighter by your side. I fought in my home country's army for years. After I got out I left home and sought work as a bounty hunter and mercenary throughout the land." Heinrich was putting a lot of faith that they wouldn't act like they accepted him and then just take him around the corner and beat him and leave him for dead after taking all his gear. Of course sometimes you just had to go with your gut and take a leap of faith and just be ready to draw your sword if things went south.

"All I ask is an equal share nothing more nothing less." Heinrich said dispassionately.

 

[HotKittygirl]

Nizzre

Before Nizzre could fully retort to the situation yet another creature made its appearance. A monster of heavy plate and sharp steel, Nizzre plainly looked over this man with far more distaste than she had ever shown thus far. Those crimson orbs unflinching took him in from head to toe as if she were looking to purchase a horse.

“If we take in every lickspittle that wants to tag along on our heels we will have half the city by night’s end,” Nizzre spat the words, casting a glance to Zell and then to Siria. “What makes you think we would even bother with a human? Blundering around in plate, covering your weaknesses.” The words were said with obvious venom, ah here was a chance to unleash that rage from the past few moments perfectly. Sharply she turned her head back to the busty young girl, that venomous look evident though even behind it all the keen wits of the girl could tell her it was merely a show. “Or perhaps we can unleash our little fury on him and see which one fairs better.”

 

[Cherubian]

“Oh no, not me…” Siria raised her hands defensively, her palms facing Heinrich. Her opinion on him had risen slightly since that belated but profuse apology, although she still did not know what exactly to make of him. And his attempt to wedge himself into their forming group – did she really think of Nizzre, Zell and herself as a group already? – clearly was meretricious and ham fisted. Maybe seeing how he could withstand Nizzre’s scorn, heartfelt or just acted, it did not matter here, would be a first test of his qualities.

“Just look at all that metal he is carrying around. When I hit him I might cut myself on a sharp piece, not to mention all the noise I would make. And I’m not even paid to do so. Nah, I think I pass on that one.”

 

[Nordican]

Heinrich gave a small smile to Siria at the mention of just getting cut up on all his metal. Sure he had the half plate for armor but everything else was in a sheath and ready to be deployed not just poking out so that he could effectively kill with a spin of his body, although...

He turned to the drowess with a calm calculating look. "I assure you miss that I am no lickspittle. As for me being a human I'd hope you'd look beyond mere race in determining my value. I don't count it for much compared to my capabilities." Heinrich said cooly hoping she wasn't about to lay in with a spell or a surprise attack to test those capabilities right then and there.

"Never put much stock into what a person can't change about themselves, just what the person does." He said as he just stood their ready in case they decided to actually go through with a challenge to test his mettle. It would likely be the best way to judge him but he had wished or perhaps hoped that they had already found a job that they may require more muscle for.

It appeared that either they had not accomplished that at the time or they were being smart and not openly conversing about their work with a man still mostly a stranger.