Thread: For Cause or Coin? (Valanaer & WriteMood)

The horse didn't give Merek much trouble, he had a way of handling creatures with spirit and that was to simply give them the respect that they deserved. Sure he thought highly of himself, his skills having built up quite the level of confidence and in turn arrogance as well, but he would admit when a beast was grand or when someone else had skill as well, he was not blind. So as the horse gave him trouble he didn't attempt to tighten his grip of send harsh words at the beast in an attempt to calm it, he simply sat there and kept as cool as he could, not falling nor showing any signs of difficultly and letting the animal realize he was worthy of taking perch on its back. Of course he wasn't sure how long it would take to achieve that but he made it seem easy as he did, not even moving as it shook its head or pranced a bit, once again he was in no rush. He would rather go through a few minutes of annoyance than sit on the back of a lesser animal. Besides, he had an interesting woman to keep him company in the meantime. He knew little of the woman though, he had assumptions but none of them were quite certain yet. Truth be told he knew little of the lands and war in which he had come to join, all he knew about the lands was the amount of coin he stood to make if things get well, and for Merek that was motivation enough. His once over had given him more confidence in his original assessment which was pleasing, her face was not the only fine part about the female. While the armor did a good job of covering the rest of her, a close observation gave a few, more subtle hints. He was still slightly disappointed about the camp, he would have preferred getting his reward against a tree or in the back of a wagon. Alas it was not to be, the camp was his destination, it couldn't be totally hopeless though, whether it be a rebel camp or not he could probably get something to eat and attempt to fulfill his fantasies. Unfortunately before he could even reassure himself that he wasn't in the presence of one of the rebellion, Rasta went ahead and cleared up any doubt. Despite his hobbies and ruthlessness there was one thing that put a sour taste in Merek's mouth, lying. Sure it was necessary on occasion to continue breathing he didn't do it very often and even in such situations didn't really enjoy spouting off lies. So he didn't lie, he didn't exactly declare his intentions but he did not act as if he was there to join up. Well, I am not sure you will have be in whatever great battle you're speaking of, I merely saved a beautiful woman for my own selfish reasons, I was not aware of your affiliations. As for my battle skills, that is a long story that starts with training in hopes of knighthood and then goes down a long path leading to my becoming a mercenary. That was the short version of the events that transpired, the long version wasn't easy to explain and certainly wasn't a happy one. Her interest in him was a welcomed thing as far as Merek was concerned, he liked the attention of a beautiful woman and if his battle prowess could accomplish that he would gladly stay on the topic. I got a peek at your fighting before I put those dogs down, even tired you fight quite well, defending yourself against four men. I would like to see you in combat when your rested, fighting one on one, I am sure it would be rather remarkable. The stallion seemed to have accepted Merek as his new rider by that time, its spirit still there but he was less resistant as Merek guided him forward a bit. Lead the way Rasta, I am ready to see this camp of yours and to talk in a more, suitable environment.