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Thread: "And then I took an arrow to the leg..." [NF & MT]

Lorelle lifted a finger to her lips, pulling down on her bottom lip as she watched the sight before her. He had stripped of his clothes and his upper body was on full display now. As a redguard from Hammerfell she expected he would have the body of a warrior, and he did. Her expression was unreadable as she rolled onto her tip-toes a moment, deep in thought. She was pulled out of it only when he spoke. A smile snapped onto her face as she was pulled back into the moment. He was cute the way he mixed up his words, and his accent... helped. She laughed gently to herself as her thoughts wandered on that topic and shook it off, finally lowering her hand. She glanced at the door behind her as he prompted her to sit with him. They would kill her if she did, she was at work after all. They would come looking for her no doubt, probably expecting her to be dead on his sword.... but she could get a few minutes to talk to him and that was worth it. Her bare foot slid back to shut the door quietly with her decision. No, I have never met your kind... but I have read about them. Her tone seemed to pick up enthusiasm as she recounted. She moved to the bed, but rather than sitting on it she had a seat on the floor in front of him, her knees bent neatly underneath her. She looked up at him as if he were reading campfire stories. Is it really true that it is so hot in Hammerfell, 'chicken's eggs often boiled when left unattended in the sun'? That was a direct quote, clearly. Lorelle really didn't give him much time to answer before she jumped topics again. Did you get your tattoo in Hammerfell? It is lovely. She bit her bottom lip as her eyes slid off of him and onto the bed beside him. She couldn't take it anymore. Can I touch it? The words were but a whisper, her eyes locked on his sword. It's beautiful... is it truly sharper than other swords? She shifted on her knees, eager to examine his weapon if allowed. She did not want to cross boundaries however.
Thread: "And then I took an arrow to the leg..." [NF & MT]

Slow down, and give me a moment to finish this he said with a generous laugh. She was like the birds that lived on the fringes of the desert, darting from flower to flower in the few preciously short wet months. He did his best not to focus on her cleavage, but it was just so... there. The water stung slightly, but it helped to shift the crusted black blood. A teeth-gritted wince, and then he tied fresh bandage in place. Now, your questions, one at a time. Firstly, about Hammerfell. The Alik'r Desert can get hot enough to roast the chicken, as well as boil her eggs. It is a land of sand with endless dunes. My people relish the heat, but parts of it are too hot even for us. It is said that it is a forge to temper the faithful. I am from the island of Stros M'Kai, far to the south. It is everything that this land is not - flat, warm, and with gentle cool breezes. Ah, the sunset over the ocean is ... he didn't finish the thought, at least not out loud. And yes, tattoos and body art are something my people value. Some are religious, some records of valour, and some because they just look good. This... He took her hand in his and traced it along the forearm part. The Redguards had very different social norms about bodily contact, clearly. But then it wasn't entirely unheard of for people to walk around naked. ... indicates that I have some modest skill with the sword. The schools in Khefrem have their own markings and styles. This is ... huh. I don't know how to say it the Imperial tongue. Blazing Sand is the closest approximation I think. And lastly, the matter at hand. We are jealous of our weapons. it sounded like a no, but his eyes met hers, the keen interest. And she'd done him a great and needful service. A deep breath as he gathered himself against the fatigue and the cold and the pain. Stand up. You address a sword on your feet, free and proud. And so he stood and he drew the blade. The metal was intricately detailed and patterned , as if someone had carefully inked the blade. It slid free of the scabbard with a rasping of steel on leather. The blade itself was curved in an almost sinuous manner it made the weapon feel vaguely organic and alive as the steel rippled in the flickering lamplight. The hilt was worn leather that fitted Kellen's hand like a glove. He presented his sword to her, hilt first. We take our debts very seriously, and it is only a small exaggeration to say that you saved my life. Here please be exceptionally careful...
Thread: "And then I took an arrow to the leg..." [NF & MT]

Lorelle really paid his injuries no mind. The blood didn't seem to bother her as he might have expected, and her eyes never once went to his injuries.At least for now. She put her head down with a cheekish smile when he told her to slow down. She had not meant to flood him with questions, but in a way he had opened the door. In a way.To her anyway. More or less. She waited patiently as he tended his wounds, eyes glued to the floor to give him some semblence of privacy while he fixed himself up to the best of his abilities. Unfortunately they did not have any kind of healer in town, they were just too small, you had to go to a big city for that. He would just have to heal the old fashioned way, as nature intended. Finally when he began to address her questions she perked back up and continued exactly where she had started, eager. Her eyes watched him, glued to him, absorbing everything he said. She did not pile questions onto her questions but rather dedicated herself to trying to apply everything he said to memory. She mouthed the name of the places he spoke of, squinting occasionally as she thought. When he reached to take her hand a chill ran up her spine, she was not expecting it, but as he brought her hand to his arm she had no complaints. She allowed him to move her hand with ease and listened intently. There was no doubt in her mind that he was good with a blade. But by Hammerfell standards... did that mean he was extra good? Better than what might be considered good here in Skyrim? She didn't ask but it made her think. As he addressed her next question, the big one, the important one, she dropped her eyes to the flood and returned her hand to her lap. She may or may not have read somewhere that they were... like that, with their weapons. She felt a twinge of guilt for having asked. She was about to apologize when he suddenly told her to stand. Before realizing why she was standing she did so quickly, pulling her dress down around her hips as she did so. It was about then that the meaning of his words sunk in. Her eyes widened suddenly, heart picking up pace as he reached for his weapon. She held her breath without even realizing she was doing it, and then... she made an appearance. Oh, she was beautiful. Lorelle gasped softly as she saw the pattern on the blade. It's... She took a step closer to him but did not touch his weapon, only stared down upon it. She was smitten. Please, no, allowing me to see it was enough. She finally tore her eyes off of it and looked up to him. I have no training... I wouldn't want to hurt myself. She did however reach down to his hip to brush a fingertip gently over the sheath... just ever so slightly. It would suffice. You should rest... you've had a long day... My name is Lorelle... and you are? She looked up to him, pushing a strand of her beautiful red hair behind her ear while her toes dug into the floor ever so slightly. She seemed to be a bit fidgety, for whatever reason.
Thread: "And then I took an arrow to the leg..." [NF & MT]

He was shocked. The idea of someone of her age not knowing how to handle a blade?! His surprise showed on his face. Tomorrow I shall teach you how to hold a weapon such as mine at least. Power is nothing without control it sounded like he was reciting some form of martial philosophy. And then the import of her words struck him. He had not even shown her the most basic of courtesy. I am Kellen - it is an honour to know you, Lorelle. he let the word roll around in his mouth, almost tasting it. It had a strange rhythm to it something he wouldn't ever have heard of back home. Most of the other words he'd learned were for different kinds of snow and cold wind. A bitter thought about how penetrating it was. An involuntary shiver at that. And you are of course right. I'm not the one that has a tavern full of patrons to tend to either. I think it best that you return to them lest they think I have raped and murdered you. Or perhaps murdered then raped. You will have to tell me what exactly it is about my people that instills such fear in Nords A chuckle as he drew his sword up to his fa... no. He'd impale the blade in the ceilling. He offered a slightly curtailed version of the formal sword-salute to her, and sheathed it in a simple, elegant, fluid gesture. He remained standing as she left. He couldn't help but enjoy the view. He chuckled to himself as he finally let himself collapse into a heap. The stew was delicious, and he ended up licking the bowl clean. And then bed. It may have been a bed in a cramped, remote tavern room, but it felt like paradise. He drifted off into a deep and mostly dreamless sleep.
Thread: "And then I took an arrow to the leg..." [NF & MT]

Kellen had spent the last few days mostly asleep, leaving his room only to use the outhouse, or to get more food. He was reasonably sure he was being over-charged for everything, but so be it. The idea that they might also try and poison him was also amusing - good luck with that. He'd play by their petty rules. As he lay, half-asleep, he wondered how they'd be treated at home. And then answer was probably quite mercifully - the sunburn these pale-skinned folk would get would be terrible. Such pale skin, so that it almost glistened. That was a good thought. The famed Redguard resilience was evident - as was his appetite. When she came knocking on his door, he was about to go and bathe. Which in itself was an interesting question - how on earth did the Nords get clean without freezing their nuts off? The rivers looked a little too fresh for his tastes, and he probably started to stink of sweat by now. But then the Nords weren't exactly fragrant most of the time. Lorelle he said, opening the door and favouring her with a lopsided smile. He was able to support himself now, and the angry swelling and redness around his thigh had faded to exceptionally ugly bruising. You look far better than I feel this day. You are well? He stood in front of her wearing his 'change of clothes', meaning comfortable leggings that ended mid-shin and looked to be made of tattered, faded cotton. They'd once been vibrant, bright red and now looked to have faded down to orange brick-red. His shirt was likewise a little threadbare and creased, and the sleeves ended at his elbows - something that certainly would've looked more at home on Stross M'Kai than here in Skyrim. Barefoot, and with his swordbelt on, he looked decidedly odd.
Thread: "And then I took an arrow to the leg..." [NF & MT]

While she waited for Kellen to open the door Lorelle adjusted her hair slightly, preening quite vainly to ensure that she looked her best. She even arched her back, poking her ample chest out ever so slightly, she had to make up for the fact that this dress was not as low cut as her others of course. The others felt it was a youthful infatuation she had with the redguard, but truth be told it was something much more. He had something she wanted, and she was intent to get it from him. When he called her name she put a large smile on her face and lowered her hand to her side. Kellen. She swooned fondly. Her eyes absorbed the sight in front of her with great excitement and determination. They had adventurers stop at the inn before, but never like him. He was unique in every way and she quite liked it. Perhaps it was infatuation to a degree, a small degree, but it did not diminish the nature of her mission. A small blush spread over her cheeks as he gave her than grin and for a moment she looked to the side a bit shyly. Thank you. His compliment brought her gaze back to him and her genuine smile widened. You look... better than you did yesterday? It was all she could offer him, but, it was something. I'm glad to see you up and moving around now. She seemed impressed, But I would not expect a warrior like yourself would allow himself to be kept down for long. Do you have any plans for the day? It is quite a lovely day and I was thinking perhaps we could take a walk and enjoy each other's company. Besides, I would quite like to see old man Chai's face when he sees you wander near his sheep. She laughed softly, making light of the townsfolk's reaction to the Hammerfell native. It's not snowing... She added, hoping that would sweeten the deal. Ah, of course if you have other things to attend to I understand. Asking the man to go for a walk when he was clearly injured? She either lacked empathy or greatly overestimated his healing abilities.
Thread: "And then I took an arrow to the leg..." [NF & MT]

She really was stunning. It took effort not to admire the curve of her breasts, the apparent firmness of her behind. She'd probably catch him eyeing her up. It was, amongst his people, a compliment to admire a thing of beauty - be that thing a horse, a sword, or another person. He laughed heartily at her words. Other things to attend to? Well, I had in my starring at the wall for an hour or two. And then at the ceiling. I was actually going to ask for advice on where... how one bathes here. I doubt the rivers are pleasant, even with good company It was clear that he was moving a little more easily, and he wanted to try and explain this before she had any other ideas about his nature. We Ra Gada , Redguard, are blessed with strong constitutions, and we heal quickly. A walk sounds excellent. I saw little and remember even less from my arrival here. But before you think me too strong - we do not do too well in the cold, unlike your kind. He reached forward and pinched the fabric of her dress at her shoulders between thumb and forefinger. I do not think that this would be warm enough for me. a chuckle. But then I think you look far better in such a dress than I ever would. There are tailors or fur-traders here? I ask because my clothing has not survived well, and the kind of steel I favour in my hands are swords, not needle and thread. He really didn't seem worried over-much about her personal space.
Thread: "And then I took an arrow to the leg..." [NF & MT]

His staring did not go unnoticed by Lorelle. It caused the blush in her face to heat and the smile to become less of a friendly one and into something more... sensual. He asked about a bath and she couldn't help but to giggle just ever so slightly as she lifted a hand to cover her mouth in an attempt to stifle it. The thought of him trying to bathe in the cold river was too funny, she knew he was used to warm water and warm sands. You boil water on the fire, then add water from the lake. She advised him. It was funny how he was so well traveled, but knew so little now that he was out of his element. You certainly do not wish to bathe in the river, it would be very... unpleasant for you. Oh, I've read much about your kind, in books when I can find them. I am surprised you came this far out, especially alone. When he reached forward and touched her dress she felt her heart skip a beat, maybe two. Her head turned ever so slightly to the side so she could look at his large, skilled hand. She laughed softly at the thought of him wearing a dress, especially one of hers. She was notorious for... showing off the goods, so to speak. If you don't have proper clothes you shouldn't bathe or they will just be dirty. Duh. There is no tailor I'm afraid, we're far too small for any business of the sort, but there is a merchant, I can take you there. You might be able to find something that fits, though you are far larger than any man in this area. And that was the truth. She scrunched her nose at him and took a step back. Come on, I want to show you something. She motioned for him to follow her and while she waited she continued speaking. What brings you out this way to start? Where are you heading? No one ever came to Dragon Bridge as a destination, they came as a pit stop to their final location..
Thread: "And then I took an arrow to the leg..." [NF & MT]

He took one of the blankets from the bed and turned it into a makeshift shawl, wrapping himself up in it as best he could. It'd have to do for the time being. Fortunately, it meant that it hid her grin from her at her comment about size. She'd hopefully find out sooner rather than later the truth of that. Well, lead on, guide. he said turning and following her. His heavy walking boots looked odd in comparison to the much lighter clothing he was wearing. And of course he had his sword at his side. Which just made him look even stranger. As to what brings me up here? Well. A long story - one that I cannot easily tell because all good stories have a beginning, a middle, and an end. This one seems somewhere in the middle. We are, as a people, not over-fond of those that rely on magic-users, and so we take slights and insults from their kind rather seriously. I am pursuing someone that... took something from us. A thief, you might say. Or a traitor. Perhaps something combined. Honour demands certain actions, certain responses. In this case, the answer is simple - a life for a life. This is all vague I realise, but I do not think I can explain it to myself yet, let alone to someone else. And the truth was that he'd followed the Betrayer this far, and would keep following. Hints here, traces there. The mageling was running out of places to run to. Perhaps the pursuit would have been shorter had they send someone like Donde or Shelt'ka - people with more of a nose for questions and evidence. He, however, was a warrior. He followed doggedly like a blood hound. That made him smile. Yes, a dog of war. So I have come North through Skyrim, heading for Whiterun. But there was a blizzard a few days ago further south, and I lost my bearings. And then stumbled into a small group of brigands or rebels or somesuch. They didn't really give me a chance to speak before things turned hostile. And then? Well, I followed the road.
Thread: "And then I took an arrow to the leg..." [NF & MT]

When he began to follow her and beckoned her to lead the way Lorelle walked on, ignoring the looks of her co-workers as they walked through the main tavern area and out of the doors. She did not want anyone in his business so she made the transition from inside to outside as quickly as possible. As promised the snow had stopped and the sun was actually out. Though it was still chilly it might serve as a somewhat more tolerable climate for the redguard. The small town of Dragon Bridge was awake with what little life lived in it. In the distance someone farmed, laughing could be heard vaguely over the roar of the distant river. Beside the door where they stood a medium-sized dog stood at the sight of them, tail wagging as he begged for some pets. She glanced at the dog from the corner of her eyes before moving on, following a broken down walkway. Oh.... that sounds horrible. She noted as he detailed his great adventure. To have to completely uproot from his home, just to chase a thief... So you were going to Whiterun? You are a long ways off... She pursed her lips for a moment, lost in thought as their walk continued on. Have you considered visiting Solitude? It is closer, and you could load up on gear before making your way to Whiterun, that is a ways... It made sense to her. Solitude was too far away for her, but ot for a trained warrior like him. So... is it all magic users your people don't like or just this one in particular? She tilted her head at the question. It was not the first time she heard of people not looking kindly on those that were versed in the ways of magic. Dragon Bridge was much like that as well. Magic, and anyone that could do it, was nothing but trouble. As they walked and spoke her expression was rather unreadable except for a vague notion of concern for his situation. If he was headed for Whiterun he was a long ways away indeed.
Thread: "And then I took an arrow to the leg..." [NF & MT]

A long way off? No, Lorelle. I am a long way from home. And I go wherever the obligation takes me. Besides, it may be that Leki or Tava have brought me here. Needless to say, we have no god of blizzards! He followed her down the walk-way it was pleasant to actually be out and about. If she could manage this, and she was practically falling out of her dress, then he'd cope with the cold. Deep breath. As to magic? Well. This will require a little explanation. There is a right way to do something in line with teaching and tradition - this is as true of eating breakfast as to living one's life. Dignity and independence are virtues for us, so anything that detracts from ... rightness or independence is frowned upon. Illusion is lies. Necromancy is blasphemy. a pause. But battlemages? Well. Having seen some in action, I am convinced that one should judge the mage on the magic they use, not on the mere fact that they use magic. I take it that magic is more common amongst your kind? Is it tolerated? He stopped to look at her again, this time meeting her eyes. What is Solitude? I know little of this place, never actually having expected to come this far. As you can probably tell by my gear.
Thread: "And then I took an arrow to the leg..." [NF & MT]

Magic is a tricky subject around here.. She began to explain. Some love it, most detest it. Especially since the College of Winterhold fell out. Majority of people feel negatively towards it... Her voice trailed off ever so slightly and she raised a hand to rub her elbow as they walked. One does not often find magic users in these parts, but in the big cities they are much more prevalent. When he stopped Lorelle did as well, her eyes meeting his fierce gaze. Not that he was angry at her or anything, it seemed his eyes were just naturally intense. It was lovely and refreshing in a way, as well as scary. Most people around here reflected only death in their eyes, death of spirit. She had to resist laughter when he asked what Solitude was. He really hadn't been here long. Solitude is only one of the largest cities in Skyrim. Her tone was more teasing than anything. They would have whatever you might need for your travels, and the inn would certainly be much nicer. It is where the royal palace is located. She hoped that last bit of information might explain just how nice that place was. Of course I've only heard stories, I have never been there myself. She lifted her hand to present one of the little houses to the side of them. The houses in Dragon Bridge were small and practically falling apart, but they were houses. This is what I wanted to show you. It's mine. I just wanted to tell you, if you ever drifted through again you are welcome to stay, whether I am here or not. You can let yourself in. It isn't much, but it would be free. She gave him a gentle, genuine smile. She had not known him long but she liked him and she would help him however she could. That goes for you and any of your allies that might need a place to reside. Just make sure they aren't dangerous before sending them to me.