Thread: Here Be Dragons [ Forsaken Dreamer and Terucin ]

Tessa watched silently as the captain returned his attention to Scuttlebutt, her own eyes remaining fixed on the man until he disappeared out the door. Once he was out of the room and all that remained of him here was several drops of blood on the floor she relaxed somewhat, folding her arms as she looked back at Sverdar. Quite contrary to what she had expected, her relief quickly fell flat as he informed her of his plans. Exactly what had happened became clear to her fast enough. This was no friendly merchant - rather, she had been picked up by pirates. Which, if the tales told of them were even close to true, was very nearly, if not just as bad as if she had been left afloat in the ocean. He had never planned to save her from anyone - from what he said, the only thing he had been concerned about was that crew member of his damaging her worth, which was already small enough. She had very little skill or experience with fighting of any kind, and if Scuttlebutt had been any indication of what the rest of the crew were like, she was no more likely to be able to hold her own against any of them as she had been against him. She was less than eager to stay on Sverdar's ship any longer at all, much less for any extended period of time. True, he seemed to have no interest in her in the way he had said his crew would, but he had told her in no uncertain words that he saw her as nothing more than a means to make a little more money, which, to her, was no better. Tessa backed off a couple steps as he passed by her, keeping a safe distance between herself and the bloodied pirate. Grateful as she was for what he had done a moment ago, she trusted him little more than she had the other man she had met in the time since she had woken up. He looked to have taken quite a blow to the shoulder. Maybe deservedly so. The gash certainly looked deep enough to be causing him a good deal of trouble, and what he had pulled from the cabinet was by no means what he would have needed to tend properly to it. She had learned a fair amount about medicine growing up - not nearly enough to be able to claim to be an expert, but more than enough to give her enough knowledge and experience from stitching up those with small enough cuts to know that trying to bind an open wound, especially one that large, was asking for trouble. Tessa Halliwood. She gave him a curt nod along with the name, her expression darkening a little. But at least do me the courtesy of being as honest with me as you were a few moments ago. I didn't ask to be any guest of yours, but considering I only am in order to make you money, I see no point in you being falsely polite if you have no desire to. Particularly if you follow those tales of yours, and more so if you have as much of a death wish as you seem to. Tessa nodded at his shoulder. Trying to tie that up without closing it first will leave you with a scar if you're lucky - and maybe infection besides. It's a small wonder so many of the pirates I've heard of die so early, if they all have a knowledge of medicine as lacking as you appear to. You tell me I'm unable to take care of myself, yet you don't even seem to be able to do the same for yourself. I've never needed to be able to fight, but I see no such excuse for you.