Thread: Unlikely Saviors [-:Haru|Luana:-]

Tika looked at the lion warily as he readily accepted her offer. Well she shouldn't have been surprised. Biggins trusted easily. Not that she had any intention of betraying him but still. It was strange. She pocketed the orb as he said, more surprised that he wanted her to keep it. Another biggin thing, trust. Maybe she trusted he could be big, strong and scary. It bit much else. But the report of a nickname made her laugh heartily. Sounds fair to me. She hobbled over to her back and swung it into her back. Alright let's go get it! The sword...thingie...I dunno...magic sword. She moved to head out but stopped. Oh yeah, better remove that sticker, huh? She laughed a little and reached to a side pouch in her back. Hold still and don't...I dunno, bite me or something. She was at a decent height to take care of it. Her little hands were quick as she pulled the dagger out for him. Easy big kitty...easy, she said to him like calming him some wild animal. Rather than the traditional needle and thread she had two small jars. Both pungent smelling, one red while the other was white. Combined the smell was just awful, somewhere between burnt fish and vomit. She spread it out the wound and held the skin together. It would tingle on the wound, not painful or unpleasant. When she let go the flesh was held together. There ya go. Good kitty. Now, lets go! Her progress was a little slow and not just for the hobbling. With such shorter legs she had to take four steps to equal one of his. So, are ya a merc or something? How'd you get in with the Eye? But of creepy old biggins they are. Kion could almost see the surprise and mild distrust on the face of the gnome. The pneumafera knew the reputation of her people, and he needed a way to bring her around. Letting her keep the orbal drive was only a small step. Besides, he'd had yet to even look at it, and she held all the cards. He could not very well likely go back to the Eye and tell them that it had been stolen. That was a hit his reputation could not take. He supposed he could have wrested it from her, but what would that prove? That an eight foot tall predator could take what it liked from a tiny being like her? No, he had little choice but to accept her proposal, and she'd already proven her usefulness since she'd taken it from him. Do you need me to wrap your ankle? he asked as she prepared the strange alchemical poultice. A soft growl left him as she removed the blade, though it had not gone too deep and he did not bleed much, and the combined substances bound his wound. He would heal quickly, and he gave a murmured, Thanks Peanut. as he stood from where he'd knelt. Kion could see that her pace was going to be a problem, and he'd have offered to carry her, but reckoned that would be seen as insulting. So instead he slowed his pace and answered her question. Sort of. Mercenary. Treasure Hunter. Bounty Hunter. You name it and for the right price I'll do it. he said, though he did not mention that he was careful about what he did. Once could get a reputation in his circles as a vicious cutthroat and then only get hired for certain jobs. In general he wanted to help people. What about you Little One? What is it that you do? he asked. Already he felt the desire to protect her. She seemed so small , despite her obvious talents. Tika noted he slowed up his pace as they headed out of town. She might have grumbled about it but was glad to not have to try and walk so quickly. He ankle hurt worse than an oil burn. Walking likely wasn't helping but her tight little boots provided some support. Even with a good ankle it would prove difficult to keep pace with the lion. She wondered if she could ride him. That was a funny thought. Probably insulting but what else were big critters for? She listened as he spoke of what he did and nodded a little, slipping her thumbs into the slings of her back. So a merc. Kind of the definition right that. He tone a little patronizing. Silly big fluff. Tinker o'course. What else does a gnome do? She said with a little eyeroll. Not too much money in it though. Take up petty theft and some adventures to pay fer it. Figured your little orb'd be worth a bit. Maybe even sold back to the eye. She was nonchalant about her thievery and accentuated it with a shrug. Unlike other gnomes I don't tinker for you biggins. Clear distaste dripped from her words. Disgraceful really. Makin' for the biggins. Like some cog in a clock. No soul, no heart. Better off a dwarf. Seeing the shape she was in, which was not too terrible but only compounded her slow pace in relation to his own, Kion stopped and looked down with his golden eyes. I mean no offense Little One, but I could carry you if you wish. he offered. In fact, if they needed to smuggle her he could even put her in a pack. But offering such a thing might be a grave offense. Kion realized then that they hadn't even truly exchanged names. Maybe it was best that way. Whether she took the offer or not he would soon continue on, and also further the conversation. A tinkerer eh? I would think that you would never run out of things for you to build, or repair. Though he did raise a brow as she said she never built for the big folk. That might be why you have run out of projects. Far more big folk than little.... overall anyway. Especially i you don't build for humans. Kion said. Yet he could understand why she did not. So, the info on the drive. Where are we headed? I assumed to the west. We should get a fast exit from the city. Those bastards are sure to be after us en force now. Maybe an airship. What say you Little One? he asked, wanting to make sure she was comfy with whatever mode of transportation they picked.