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

Merek had always been one to enjoy a compliment and that went double when it came from a beautiful face. He was less pleased to hear of a camp though, it had not been part of his plans to go anywhere, much less a camp. It wasn't until then that he looked down and really inspected the fallen soldiers uniform. The man sighed, they had been part of the organization he was currently on his way to join which meant the woman he had just saved was probably a rebel. It didn't bother him that much though, he still had hopes of a reward for his valuable services and he doubted anyone in the aristocracy would care about him killing a few lowly soldiers if it meant getting the location of a rebel camp, in fact he could probably squeeze a bit more gold out of the bastards with information like that. Perhaps he could even wipe the camp out if it was small enough, though judging by the woman's skill he had a feeling she wasn't with a small group, no doubt she was part of one of the larger sections of the rebellion. I suppose a little trip won't hurt... Of course he expected a reward of some sort when he arrived, preferably some alone time with the beautiful woman in front of him but if it was monetary he could deal with that as well, use it to keep himself entertained. That being said she was quite beautiful, the kind of woman that you didn't see very often, much less get a chance at being with, so he was going to try and play his 'savior' card right before anything else. Whatever happened didn't really matter but he was always one to go along and be a little adventurous, and following a mysterious beauty to a possible rebel camp definitely counted as an adventure and one that could lead to an incredible reward. Hesitation wasn't one of Merek's traits, proven by his rash decision to kill the soldiers and followed up by him quickly agreeing to go with the female warrior. So he sheathed his sword and retrieved his pack from the ground before heading to grab himself one of the many horses. He was rather picky though even if it was simply for a horse and he looked at the lot of them before picking one out, a rather large brown stallion with his head held high. Ah yes, you'll do... He put his back on the saddle and gave the horse a good pat on the head before heaving himself up. He wasn't usually one to ride horses, he preferred to walk wherever he went and not get attached to an animal but if he had to ride one he would and he definitely knew how. The horse didn't seem so pleased to have the new rider on its back but it was well trained and kept its cool, a soft nay as it adjusted to the weight. Merek didn't pay the horse any mind though, he wasn't so interested in its dislike of his presence, he had chosen it out of all of them and that wasn't going to change, difficult or not he would be riding the stallion. Besides, he couldn't let it look foolish in front of his new acquaintance. Glad to meet such a beauty as yourself Rasta, I am Merek. Usually he would be more forward and introduce himself as a mercenary or something of the sort but it didn't seem like such a good idea on the chance his assumption of her affiliation happened to be correct. So tell me lovely, how far away is this camp of yours hmm? A small smirk graced his lips as he looked at her, not hiding his wandering eyes as he imagined what lay beneath her armor. It wasn't hard to do, her face was beautiful and while the armor did hide the true figure of her form he had quite the imagination and had seen his fair share, so he had a pretty good idea.