Raven, Valenwood

Raven nodded politely as Weldarion sat down and Aiden turned away to make some more venison, so Weldarion could eat with them.

"Though you haven't tried it yet, Weldarion," she leaned over to say, "I can assure you it is very good. Best venison I've ever had, in fact--and that's not an exaggeration."

Weldarion chuckled a bit and Aiden smiled. When the meat was done and he tasted some of it for himself, he exclaimed, "By the Nine, THAT is good!"

Raven laughed, and said, "What are you surprised that you're a good cook? I would have thought you'd have figured that out by now!"

She happily finished the last of her food then, and washed it down with some mead, thinking, Mmm, that really IS good! And I thought I was a good cook!

Nee-Wom, Heimthor, Elsweyr

Nee was almost passed out, but with the last of his strenghts, he managed to point down the street, in the general direction of Dar'Kharu's house. His bleeding was severe now. When his leg hit the table the cut had reopened, and the "special sugar" probably got his heart pumping the blood faster. He didn't know what to do, and he reckoned the only thing he could do was really trust in his companions, however unknown they might be to each other.

"Help", he managed to whisper.

And everything faded to black.

Kraven & Daenalin, Valenwood.

The long-haired Imperial nodded quickly as he patted the dead Tapir on the stomach. "I catch the best," he said rather over-confidently. But Meldor did not lie, it was indeed a great catch and it would fill their empty stomachs soon. With effort well-spent, they carried the Tapir out and walked to a better location. Kraven noticed Daenalin had caught a single fish. Kraven smirked and then laughed. "Luck does not favor you."

"It seldom does," Daenalin swore inwardly "And I would of caught more if you had not frightened the fish with your wild acrobatics!"

"A true skilled fisherman would of caught three before they had a chance to flee. You, my friend, have lost your skill."

"Me?" Daenalin asked.

Kraven grunted as the tapir seemed a bit more heavy. Daenalin lessened his hold on the creature due to the Imperials playful insult. Kraven shook his head 'yes' as they reached a nearby tree. He dropped the Tapir on the floor and pulled out the knife that killed it. Slowly he began cutting into the Tapir's flesh. His hand suddenly dug into the animal, searching for it's internal organs to better cook, or some, to eat raw.

"Meldor," Kraven began, "If you are ever to be stranded with Daenalin and you should you depend on him for food, I doubt you would live the first day."

Daenalin could only laugh in response. It was ridiculous to hear someone claim he was a horrible fisherman and a hunter. Especially when it came from the mouth of an Imperial. Yet Daenalin did find that Kraven respected the hunt and it's more obvious patrons with great pride. He decided to change the subject. "The forest is good in these parts."

Kraven nodded once more in agreement as he retrieved the Tapir's heart and placed it on a large leaf he collected from the trees. Each leaf was to hold a part of the tapir. He didn't want his food soiled by dirt or mud. "Indeed it does."

Daenalin helped with the cutting and also reached for the Tapir's insides, but his taste was more in the flesh beneath the skin. If well cooked, mixed with some other elements, it would be delicious indeed. Kraven grabbed the animal's liver and dropped it on a leaf. He handed it to Meldor and grunted as he emphasized his gift by gesture.

"We should feast here for awhile." Kraven said, preparing his meal, "Wouldn't want the others salivating on our catch."

"A tapir & a fish...." Daenalin said sarcastically.

"If fortune so favors, why don't you go and capture more fish?"

"Fine," Daenalin grabbed his bow and arrows as he went toward the edge of the river once more. He pointed a warning finger at both Kraven and Meldor. "Don't eat my claim." He stood a few feet away from Kraven and Meldor as he went to capture more fish.

Varon Athren, Valenwood

OOC: Sorry it took so long... I had to cook supper...

IC:Was that laughter coming from the jungle? Varon thought, looking around. Humph, I see Raven is still flirting with those other guys. She just loves the attention, I’m sure…

Hearing the laughter that woke him again, he got up and looked out into the jungle. Sure enough, he heard people out in the jungle. His curiosity peaked, Varon decided to go check it out.

He walked into the jungle with only his dagger in his boot and his sword on his side, and he followed the sounds of voices and a fire crackling. When the voices became louder and the language more distinct, he knew he was close by, and he treaded carefully, hoping not to be caught intruding. Peering through the great leaves before him, he saw the Imperial and one of his Bosmeri companions. It looked like they had a delicious meal of their own that they were preparing to cook—a tapir lay dead, its organs carefully removed, and the imperial was busy cutting its meat from the bones.

Varon felt his stomach grumble, and he placed his hand there, thinking, By Azura, that looks good!

He licked his lips subconsciously as he eyed their food, and he noticed a single fish nearby. One fish? Really? He thought with a chuckle. That’s when he noticed the other Bosmer down by the river. He must have been going for more fish. Can’t be much of a fisherman if he only caught one…

Varon himself wasn’t much of a hunter, but when it came to fishing, he had a pretty good knack for it. He had spent many fine afternoons in his youth, fishing with his father in the creek that ran through Cheydinhal. Of course, they had always used a pole, but the Bosmer appeared to be trying to catch fish with the use of his bow and arrows. I guess I wouldn’t be very good at that…

He heard his stomach growl again, and he badly wanted to eat. But he was sure they would never share their kills with him, especially after his stunt with the Khajiit commander earlier. Really, Varon, did you have to be such an idiot? Sure, some of them were laughing, but… He remembered the look in the Khajiit’s eyes, and he let out a sigh, feeling some guilt at his actions.

He was about to turn and head back to the camp, certain that he would never be welcomed. But then one of the men must have somehow sensed his presence…

Qanar - Heimthor

The store was suddenly very busy. First with the slightly larger Juhanor entering. Qanar chuckled and was about to reply to the seemingly Sweetroll obsessed Khajiit, when the smith replied.

“I shan’t be able to repair it until tomorrow, but you can leave it with me and i’ll begin working on it first thing in the morning. It’s not a hard job and it won’t take me too long, however return at any time you like to collect it. It seems i’ll have plenty to get on with tomorrow by the looks of things.”

Qanar grunted. Lazy Nord. But the rational side got the better of him as he saw that the forge was out and remembered the large influx of customers in the store. "Hmm, thank you. I will be by first thing in the morning before I move on..." Looking around, it also appeared that the Nord sold hammers. Qanar needed some more, as it was likely that his Armour would be damaged again. And the closest town was Thaira - not likely that they were going to be very welcoming there. Qanar looked in his small coin purse "I'll pay you in the morning, Nord."
Qanar wasn't reluctant to pay because he doubted the craftmanship, it was because he wouldn't have enough money to pay for the work. Qanar turned and looked for Juhanor, but the Cathay-Raht had left.

Need to make some money He thought as he pulled the lid off of his tobacco tin. Putting some dried tobacco in his mouth, Qanar looked inside to see how much sugar he had. More than half a tin. That was enough to sell some and have a substantial amount left to himself. He chuckled at his new money making scheme.
Qanar was smiling as he pushed the door open and headed out onto the street.

? ? ?

Qanar dug his nailed Caligae into the sleeping alley dweller. The tattered Khajiit awoke with a moan.

"Huh.. wha??" He was clearly a sugar user.

"You wan' some sugar, walker of sands?" Qanar inquired. He held out the 6 crystals in his hand.

The sleepy cat grasped and snatched at Qanar's crystals. This was met by a slap with Qanars paw.

"Uh-uh-uh" Qanar shook his head as he chewed harder on his tobacco, a sale was near. "You gotta pay"

The man was deseperate and fumbled in his pockets finding some coins. A measly 15 gold pieces, was what the Suthay offered. Qanar stared angrily at the man. "More. What else you got?"
The Suthay sighed and looked at a ring on his index finger and pulled it off. He put it in the same hand with the gold. "Its all I have"

Qanar picked up the ring and inspected it. Brass with a Topaz mid-piece. It'd be worth about 25 Gold pieces. Qanar snatched up the Gold as well. "Good enough." Qanar handed the man the Moon Sugar and shoved the payment in his pocket. Looking at the man fumble with his pipe and sugar, Qanar developed a sneer and spat his tobacco at the man.

The Cathay left the alley to find his comrades at the tavern. But walking through the streets he found them huddled in an alley crowded over the Argonian warrior. "Whats going on?!" Qanar inquired.
He saw that the Argonina, was it Peng? was unconcious. Qanar gasped and said "This does not bode well"

Kraven & Daenalin, Valenwood.

Kraven finally took a bite out of the heart and his chewing was loud and clear. But there was something nearby that caused him to chew in slower, more controllable motions. He felt someone nearby...he could hear it. His senses caused him to look up to see far behind the branches and leaves. Sure enough, there was someone nearby. Kraven had to squint to further increase his vision after he hunted under the dirty water. It was a Dunmer, though Kraven wasn't sure which one. He remembered there were two of them back in the camp. He looked over at Daenalin and saw that he wasn't paying any attention, but rather was singing an old tune to himself. Kraven thought for a few seconds and had a bright idea that occurred to him. Surely the Dunmer fellow was hungry, his body growled in rebellion to the lack of food. The Imperial clenched his jaw and did his best to show a fair and friendly smile. He raised his hand toward the darkness of the cluttered bushes.

"Come eat my friend! Savor the taste of the animal," the tanned Imperial called out as he bent down to cut a special piece from the tapir. Though from where he stood, he doubted that the Dark Elf would see clearly. "I remember the times where my stomach complained. You must be mad with hunger. Come, fill your belly!" called out Kraven, hoping the ashlander would get closer. As he stared deep enough, he did remember this particular Dunmer. It was the same one who chastised the prisoner and created a conflict around the campsite. Kraven wasn't sure if he would come or not, but he quickly added some special seasoning to the meat that he always carried around in his cloth. He sprinkled it on the tapir meat and set it upon a leaf.

Daenalin glanced over his shoulders to see what was going on and he saw no one yet. Is Kraven delusional? Hardly. He always did imagine that Kraven had extraordinary abilities that surpassed that of a regular human man. He was about to go and see who it was, but he overruled it. Eh, it must be someone from the camp, Daenalin thought, and I am too hungry to care who it is...

Kerris Vinchis-Elsweyr Group

Before Aravi could reply, Kerris heard a commotion behind him and turned around unsteadily, to see that the angry Argonian had collapsed and was bleeding. Two men, a Redguard and a Khajiit, were holding him in their arms looking shocked, the Argonian pointed to the shady shop down the street and whispered "Help me...."

"He wantsh to go to the drug dealer down tha' shtreet? Why?" Kerris slurred, he would've continued when he remembered what the bartender had told him,

"That is our herbalist!"

"Wait, itsh tha' herbalisht!" he shouted, snapping out of his stupor with a quick shot from a potion, he pointed to Nee-Wom, "Help me pick him up! Get him to Dar'Kharu!" He said as he put Nee-wom's arm around his shoulder...

*EDIT Added anti-drunkenness potion

Meldor, Valenwood

Meldor laughed as he enjoyed the company of the Imperial and his fellow Bosmer. They bickered like brothers and it was surely a sight to see at times. The Tapir was indeed heavy but he only figured that out after dropping it onto the ground and his arms began to ache. He was used to carry nothing more then a bow and arrows, never anything as heavy as this before, but he knew the heavier it was, the more meat too eat. Daenalin walked off a few feet to catch some more fish, and Meldor was close to joining him when Kraven gave the liver to Meldor to have, and so, he decided to stay behind, and try to get to know Kraven better a bit.

After taking a few bites of the rough, but strangely sweet liver, Meldor heard noises in the woods not far off from where they were. He turned to Kraven to see if he heard the noise as well, and sure enough he did.

Not bad for a Human. I wonder if it's that Bosmer fellow from before?

Then, he saw it was the Dunmer, the very same Dunmer that had acted so wrong towards the Khajiit commander. Meldor wasn't to happy to see him, as one can expect after witnessing what he had did to that poor guy. But it seemed Kraven didn't have too much of a grudge and offered the poor guy some food, and invited him to join us at the camp. Meldor questioned Kraven's motives though, as he giving a part of the Tapir to him, but Meldor earnestly let out a smile as well, welcoming the poor Dunmer, trusting his fellow friend to have the right instincts.

"Yes, come! We are must eat sooner or later. How could we kill those Khajiits without food in our bellies?!" Meldor laughed a bit as well, staring at the Dunmer, and mainly the weapons he carried. He wasn't too sure if this guy held a grudge against them however, and the first sight of movement from that sword, Meldor will have an arrow in his throat.

Varon Athren, Valenwood

OOC: Thanks for your patience!

IC:When the Imperial looked toward him, Varon was shocked, and he thought, By Azura, can he see me?

“Come eat, my friend!” the man called to him. Now he was even more surprised—was he really being invited to join them? That seemed impossible. But the Imperial continued to beckon toward him, and Varon hesitated. Should he leave, or should he join them?

He was growing hungrier by the minute, and when the Imperial set some seasoned tapir meat upon a leaf, it looked pretty appetizing… He decided he would join them.

As he carefully approached them, the other Bosmer fellow laughingly called out to him, “Yes, come! We must eat sooner or later! How could we kill those Khajiits without food in our bellies?”

Varon still wasn’t sure if he could trust them, but his instincts told him they meant him no harm. They were, after all, fellow soldiers in the army. Even so, he used caution, walking slowly—not to mention the fact that he was still somewhat drunk, and he wasn’t all that sure of his footing.

Seeing them smile in a welcoming manner, Varon forced himself to offer a return smile, and as he came near them, he managed to stammer, “Th-thank you. That’s very generous of you…”

Grob the Goblin Smasher, Heimthor

"Fine, I'll be back" said Grob walking out of the smithy.

He made his way to the tavern, on the way though their was a commotion. A Argonian was ranting he looked high, Grob wasn't in the mood to find out what was going on so he just continued to the tavern.
He walked over to the counter.

"Your back" said the bartender.

"Hmph, I need a room" said Grob.

The bartender nodded, "That will be ten septims".

Grob handed the bartender the coin and headed over to a table and sat down.



OOC: Couldn't help myself B)

Daenalin and Kraven.

As much as Kraven hated the Dunmer, some deserved a chance to be treated well. Not all of them were the same. And Kraven would allow an ounce of leniency just this once. He stretched his arms and held the tapir's male-hood on the leaves. The shy Dunmer began stuttering a bit, thanking Kraven for his generosity. The Imperial shrugged indifferently and held out his hand tot the stuttering Dunmer. "What bothers you? A cat got your tongue already? Do not mistaken this as a means to friendship. I hold no love for your kind. But a man cannot starve while others dine."

Daenalin overheard the conversation as he was pulled a fish out of the water. He knew Kraven hated Dunmer's. He turned around to glance over to see what was transpiring. If he wasn't mistaken, Kraven was pulling out the old trick he had used back in Orsinium when he fed the orcs trolls testicles. Now that was a day to remember, Daenalin thought, The orcs were Kraven's enemies back then. He stared at the group with a smirk in his face. He hauled the two large fish onto his shoulders and walked over to where they were at near the fire. Night had arrived and the jungle was filled with even more sounds and smells of the nocturnal creatures that had awakened. He looked over at Meldor, who had greeted the Dunmer. If he remembered any better, Meldor was going to make a move to defend the prisoner.

Meldor, Valenwood

Meldor watched, and listened to the Dunmer speak, or stutter I should say, thanking them for the food. Kraven mentioned how he wouldn't let a man, or mer for his sake, go starving whilst others eat until they cant take another bite. It would seem as though Daenalin remembered he didn't like this particular Dunmer, and gave him a glance. Meldor meet the glance with an acceptable face, for he saw excatly what Kraven had chosen to feed the Dunmer, and though it was going to be a sight, it wasn't meant as a threat, or even a show of hatred.

Meldor didn't like the Dunmer, yes, that was common knowledge if you watched his reaction while the stupid fool starting slicing fur off the poor Khajiit, but he didn't hate him either. After all, they were still fighting on the same side, and to have inter camp fighting when the unknown lurk in the shadowy trees was bad, and he knew it. Sitting there, eating his liver, which was exceptionally delicious considering he hadn't ate all day, he let Kraven do most of the talking, and just watched the events unfold as he listened to the sounds of the night birds and heard the howls of Valenwood's dreaded wolves.

Varon Athren, Valenwood

Varon could tell the men didn’t like him, and as he accepted the meat on the leaf, he was a little confused by the expressions on their faces. But he was too nervous and too hungry to really think about it, and he made himself comfortable on the ground near the fire.

Looking down at the meat on his make-shift plate, he was a little put off by the look of it. Not quite what he was expecting it to look like, but at least it was food. And he didn't want to offend them by not accepting their generosity, so he wasn't about to say anything. Sure, it might not have been the best cut of meat they could give him--but he knew he should be thankful that they were willing to share with him at all.

The other men just continued to stare at him, and before eating, he wanted to relieve the awkwardness by introducing himself. Clearing his throat, he said, “I’m Varon Athren, of Cheydinhal. I’m afraid we’ve never properly met....”

Jo'Khart and Arnand, Blacksmith Shop, Heimthor, Elsweyr Group

Seeing that the man was busy, Arnand didn't stop to make any small talk as he went about his business. Arnand scooped up the twenty arrows placed in front of him and dropped the appropriate amount of coins down on the counter as well as two extra as a show of gratitude to the busy man before leaving the shop quickly. They rounded a corner and Jo'Khart jumped off his friends shoulder onto a nearby barrel. Arnand spent a moment placing the arrows in his quiver before taking the pack off his back and opening it, while Jo'Khart climbed swiftly up to the roof of the blacksmiths shop to survey the city.

"We should stop by at a general store or a local inn to get some more food, particularly some more dried fruit." he called up to his companion, looking in the leather pouch at only a few dried apricots and raisons. He drew his blade next and inspected it's fine edge, nodding to himself as the blade was undamaged from the fight. It was a fine blade. Replacing it in his scabbard he dove back into the bag, checking the side pouches, making sure he had at least a half dozen bowstrings left.

He then pulled out his map of Elsweyr that they had purchased when they had first entered the province. It was word, dated and written in Khajiiti but after a moment he finally spotted Heimthor, though it was no more than a small dot with scribbled writing next to it, as though it had been added as an afterthought. Placing it on the barrel he examined it in the fading light, though Jo'Khart came down and cast a light spell to illuminate the area in a soft green glow.

"This group is not so promising." the Khajiit stated bluntly.

Arnand said nothing but felt the same way. Jo'Khart and himself had perfected their fighting style over the years they had known each other, fitting into each others battle-plan with complimentary movements and attacks. It was a delicate thing and something Arnand worried might be upset by someone like the large, brutish Orc in their group.

Flee. You would do best alone in the wilds. You know it.

Arnand chose to ignore the gauntlet this time around and smiled to himself when the thing didn't press the issue. He was gaining control over the item with each day.

"Let us go find a place to sleep the night. I spotted an inn not too far away and I don't think the others plan to move out this night anyways."

Arnand nodded, folded and replaced the map, shouldered the pack and followed Jo'Khart who led the way through the streets to the inn he had spoken of earlier. As they reached the inn however, a commotion took their attention from finding a room to a large group of people just outside. Arnand recognized the Argonia from earlier and saw the lizards mouth whisper something that the Breton could not hear before fainting. Jo'Khart saw blood soaking through the lizards shorts and he could put two and two together. Arnand felt as though he should try and help, but there were quite a few people around the Argonian, including an Imperial who he guessed to be drunk judging by his speech.

"I have no healing magicks." commented his Dagi friend with a frown as the two moved closer. The drunken Imperial was taking charge now as he lifted the injured Argonian and pointed to where apparently a herbalist was down the street. Arnand sighed and removed the back, the bow and quiver and placed them on the ground next to Jo'Khart.

He walked over and wrapped the unconscious Argonians other arm around his neck. "Come then, lead us to this herbalist." he told the man, who seemed sober now though Arnand had no idea how.

Behind them, Jo'Khart groaned again as he looked at the heavy pack. He couldn't leave it in the street but this didn't bother him as he placed a small paw on the bag, and another on the bow and quiver and began muttering under his breath. The items glowed white for a second before the light faded leaving the items looking quite normal. Except now they weighed no more than a feather and if anyone had looked around, it would have been somewhat of an odd sight to see a small cat carrying a large and bulky pack, along with a bow slung over his back and the strap of the quiver hoisted over his small shoulders.

Kerris Vinchis-Elsweyr Group

"Come then, lead us to this herbalist." The Breton said, wrapping Nee-Wom's other arm around his neck, and Kerris replied

"It is at the end of the street, I think they also sell Moon Sugar and Skooma, I suppose that Cat who gave Tee-Wom the sugar was heading there with him," He looked over at the Female Khajiit, and muttered in disgust under his breath, then moved on down the road towards Dar'Kharu the Herbalist.

They arrived at the shop and the Herbalist looked at the injured Argonian, whose undergarments were completely soaked in blood by now, and frowned.

"What happened to him?" The Herbalist looked at him for another few moments then gestured for them to put him down onto a bed made of hay inside a sack. Kerris guessed it to be mighty uncomfortable. Dar'kharu applied a healing salve, and wrapped a thick linen bandage around the wound, he left Tee-wom on the bed, while they talked.

"What happened?" Dar'kharu enquired, while mixing up a tradition Khajiit Remedy.

"His leg was injured in a battle, but it was pretty much recovered," Kerris paused, then added, "untill somebody gave him a dose of Moon Sugar..."

Dar'kharu stopped what he was doing and interrupted Kerris, and explained, "You will have to go then, I will need concentration and time to get the Sugars out of his system, if you'll excuse me..."

Kerris left the Herbalists shop, concerned for his Argonian comrade.

*EDIT: Fixed Grammar, and added more detail. Fixed Racial of Arnad

OOC: Sorry this took so long guys, I needed sleep pretty bad. Looks ike Aravi's not that popular >.< Haha.

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The Argonian had caused something of a commotion, knocking into a passing peasant and seemingly having injured himself more. The wound can't have been the sugar.... Everyone made frequent looks at Aravi, scowling. In her eyes, she'd done nothing wrong. Still, she'd have to wait til tomorrow night to go speak to Dar'Kharu. Pretty much all the group were helping Nee-Wom to go to him.
Scowling at me because I let him try some, and now they're taking him to a dealer?
She was actually talking to someone. Perhaps on her way to making a friend, and screwed it up. As usual. It's the sugar, Aravi. It always is. You know this.

The sky had darkened sufficiently that she could melt away into the shadows. After a quick check to see that no one was looking, she whirled around and sprang herself up onto the roof of the building behind her. Keeping her body low and flat, she ran on all fours, seeking a place to sleep and contemplate her next course of action tomorrow.
Is there anyone in the group who I can reason with?

From where she sat, head in hands, Aravi could see the redguard who'd carried Nee-Wom to Dar'Kharu enter the shop with the Argonian, then leave on his own. He looked obviously concerned, but he headed towards the rest of his comrades.

Perhaps I will apologise to Nee-Wom...
Her decision made, Aravi moved towards the herbalist's shop in silence.

Kraven & Daenalin, Valenwood.

"No one gives [censored] to who you were, Dunmer." Daenalin suddenly said rudely.

Kraven scoffed as he took a seat on a tree nearby Meldor. "I don't give [censored] to who he is,"

Daenalin carried the fish over to where Varon Athren was and dropped it nearby. He knelt down and began cutting into the large fish. He wasn't always against the Dunmer, not as much as Kraven was. He understood that Varon was probably left out. Why else would he wander to where we are? It couldn't of been out of mere curiosity. Kraven left the scene to retrieve the spear he had dropped before leaping into the water. Daenalin saw the manner he walked, he was obviously peeved by Varon's presence. Daenalin took advantage the opportunity to soften the impact that Kraven had dealt to Varon. He even grabbed part of the fish and handed it to Varon as well, despite what he had said earlier about not caring to where he was born or to whom he is. "Take the fish, Varon. The taste will fare far improvement for the tapir testicle Kraven just had given to you. He finds the jest amusing."

Daenalin offered a soft smile, "I am Daenalin. And this is Meldor. Please, sit. Let us enjoy this meal. Let us not be mired with base exchange."

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Kraven did not glance back to know that Daenalin welcomed the Dunmer. The boy fancies everyone around him, Kraven thought. Back to his slave days, Daenalin wasn't treated as harshly as Kraven and the other slaves were. He worked in the plantations while Kraven was whipped in the mines and then chastised by the masters when he failed at a task. Eventually, Kraven thought, these Dunmers will pay for what they had done over the years. But not yet...not yet. Yet he wondered if he was being too harsh on the treatment of all Dark Elves. The man who introduced himself as Varon hailed from Cheydinhal. Surely the customs were the same, with the exception of slavery. He grabbed his muddy spear and walked back to the where the fire was crackling. The twin moons were high in the sky, but they were not full. He was prepared to return to camp, but first he would eat his food. With or without Varon's presence.

OCC: I shant post again until morning in the Rp. Gives me some time to live a little before continuing.

As quickly as they had entered the rush had soon calmed, and the last customer had left the store. Kain gathered that there was some commotion in the streets; he was, however, far too tired to investigate and instead shut the door to the store, locking himself away from the world. His tired eyes examined the tall stack of armour that cluttered the counter; he certainly wasn’t short of work, however he often prided himself on his motivation and ability to get a job done. Sighing to himself he pulled a cloth shirt over his body, the sweat from earlier had dried and though his body was still dirty, he was no longer uncomfortable. He made his weary way to a darkened corner of the room, where a small cupboard lay shaded from the sun’s rays. It was the coolest place in the room, and from here Kain pulled out a small bottle of ale.

Perhaps this is my chance, Kain pondered to himself as he took a seat behind the counter, raising the refreshing beverage to his chapped lips. He had been searching for a way into battle for the last few weeks, waiting for an opportunity to join the cause and help in any way he could. The passing soldiers offered him a new chance to get involved, and he was sure to ask them about it when they came to collect their goods.

As he sat, his mind wondering and his body aching, he slipped away into darkness, until the morning came when the sun would rise and another day would begin.

Gavril

Weldarion

After being reassured that the food was great, he got his own plate. Although he had already eaten, his stomach made noises again, merely by the odor alone. Lost in thought about how good it tasted, he paid no attention to what Raven and Aiden were talking about. When finished his plate a few minutes later, he gave Aiden a smile. “this was delicious. Have you ever thought about opening a restaurant ?” he complimented the dunmer.

Dark of night had fallen on the forest. More of the nocturnal animals got active. The howling of wolf could be heard from all the way in deep forest. Weldarion looked up at the moons, which were visible from the camp, it was a very clear night. They weren’t full yet. Seeing Masser and Secunda so clearly made him think of his parents. Snapping out of the moment, he looked back at his friends.

“So where do you both come from? And what reason do you have to fight against the khajiit?” he asked them.

Varon Athren, Valenwood

After their harsh words with him, Varon was growing increasingly uncomfortable. But after the Imperial got up and walked away toward the river, the Bosmer who had been fishing spoke to him with a little more kindness, and it was then when he learned that the Imperial’s name was Kraven—and also that the meat Kraven had given him was actually the animal’s testicles. Looking down at them, Varon was glad he hadn’t bit into them yet. That would have made for a rather unpleasant surprise….

He dropped the tapir testicles on the ground and graciously accepted the fish he was being offered. Then the one who gave him the fish introduced himself as Daenalin, and the other Bosmer was Meldor. Varon felt somewhat relieved that Daenalin was being more friendly toward him now, and he relaxed a little more, nodding his head, and saying, “Thanks. It is nice to meet you…. Um…I’m really sorry about the way we got off earlier… I don’t know what got into me….”

"This was delicious. Have you ever thought about opening a restaurant?" complimented Weldarion.

With this, Aiden just had to smile. He loved it when other people enjoyed his meals. "Thank you! And yes, it's always been kind of a dream of mine, since my mother passed. If I ever get lucky enough to open one, it'll be called Red Rose. It was my dad's nickname for her" Aiden said, looking up to the heavens, "She's gonna love it."

"Anyways, I don't really have a specific town I was born in. We had a farm out in the wilderness. And I have no real reason to fight the Khajiit, I just wanna make my dad proud." Aiden finished.

OOC: Sorry, short post. I'm gonna wait on Lady Syl to post.

Meldor, Valenwood

Meldor watched in quiet as Kraven got up to wonder into the woods alone, presumably to get his spear back. He ntoiced Daenalin come over and drop one of the fish he caught for Varon.

The Tapir testicles would have been just fine.

Daenalin introduced himself, along with Meldor to Varon and he was gratefully he did so, for he still resented Varon and probably wouldn't of introduced himself. He finished up his meal and looked over at Varon, who was starting to speak something again.

“Thanks. It is nice to meet you…. Um…I’m really sorry about the way we got off earlier… I don’t know what got into me….” He paused pretty often, showing clearer signs he was still uncomfortable with us, and thus, Meldor decided to try to ease his weariness.

"Don't worry about it Varon, but pull another stunt like that and I'll have an arrow pierce your skull," Well, that wasn't anymore helpful then Kraven and Daenalin saying they didn't care about who he was or where was he from, "Look, always remember to treat prisoners like beings, even if they are enemies, because they have friends, especially enemy commanders, and said friends aren't going to be happy." He looked into Varon's eye with a sharp stare, solidifying his meaning that he wont allow mistreatment of anymore prisoners in this war.

Raven, Valenwood

Raven smiled after finishing her mead, and said, "That's a wonderful idea, Aiden. Red Rose - that's beautiful. You know, I've always been fond of roses...."

She sighed wistfully and looked away for a moment, thinking back to one of her fondest memories, while Aiden and Weldarion continued talking together.

Her first serious boyfriend was a blue-eyed Altmer she met when she was seventeen. She was infatuated with him right from the start, and he was with her. She thought it was love at first sight, and she was certain they would be together for the rest of their lives. Always when he came to see her, he brought her a freshly clipped red rose, and she had saved every one of them. If only it had been able to last...

She shook off her memories and returned to the present, and in good timing, because there was a lull in the conversation between Aiden and Weldarion. They hadn't seemed to notice her slip away, which she was thankful for, and she used the opportunity to ask, "So, what about you, Weldarion? What's your story?"


OOC: Sorry it took me so long. Had to eat lunch!

Kraven and Daenalin.

Kraven began sharpening the end of his spear with his knife. "Do something like that again, and be sure to be among the first to fall against the khajiit,"

He listened to Meldor give him a fair warning about the treatment of prisoners and he couldn't agree more. No doubt the prisoner might have an escape plan or somoene might try to rescue him. Should they be succesful, the commander will undoubtedly want retribution for the abuse he endure throughout his captivity. Kraven lifted his spear and held it over his shoulder in a balanced motion. He looked down upon the floor and noticed his little gift was discarded upon him finding out what he was. Kraven glared at Daenalin and knew he was responsible. So much for his litle idea. Kraven was a bit enraged at the Dunmer, Varon for not accepting the food.

"You spurn my gratitude and spit on generous gestures? Perhaps you had forgotten where you are. You cannot take yourself to a vendor and buy a hot delicious meal. This is the wilderness & you eat what you are given...Do magic food shoot out of your ass? If so, then by all means squat and produce!"

Daenalin gigled a bit, for it was pretty humorous, but nevertheless uncalled for. He sighed and motioned for Meldor to follow him back to the camp. Although there was nothing to do back there but watch the men surround the bosmer woman and attempt to flirt with her. Ah..women, Daenalin thought, the way they punish men for being fools. But then he thought, if he left Kraven alone with the Dunmer, a fight would perhaps break out. He crossed his arms and rested on the tree, chewing on a plant that he brought to Valenwood with him. A smile on his face as he saw Kraven give into his negative emotions. At times, he can be amusing to watch, but at other moments he is simply monstrous. If the Varon was any other race, the Imperial would surely welcome him with open hands.

Jo'Khart and Arnand, Heimthor, Elsweyr Group

Arnand followed the lead of the Imperial as they carried the unconscious Argonian down the street. The lizard man was not large and they made it to the herbalist quickly, and led the injured Argonian inside, as Arnand helped lower him down on a simple bed in the shop. He stepped to the side and out of the way as the Imperial explained what happened while the herbalist began his work on the injured lizard.

Arnand felt his pouch, and frowned. Healers did not come cheap, even in large cities, and in a small place like Heimthor, the man was likely one, if not the only, of a few proficient healers in town. Arnand would not pay him immediately, as he hoped to perhaps get the entire group to pitch in a little. Especially whoever gave him the moon sugar. That person should have to pay the most he figured in his mind as he walked out of the shop, next to the Imperial.

Jo'Khart stood outside, tapping his paw impatiently as he held all of the not-so-heavy equipment. Arnand just laughed and moved to re-take all of his gear, carrying the pack on one shoulder and simply carrying his bow and quiver in hand until they returned to the tavern.

"He will be alright." remarked Arnand, noticing a slight bit of concern on the Imperials face. Personally, Arnand didn't understand why as he doubted the men didn't know each other too well. If they had been friends, then Arnand would have been concerned for the Argonian but he simply didn't know him well enough.

He didn't know really what else to say to the Imperial, so he just shrugged and walked down the street with Jo'Khart perched on his shoulder again. They entered the tavern quickly and sat down, Arnand motioning for a serving maid, a small, slender Khajiit. Normally, tavern wenches were his favorite bed-time activity but past experiences with Khajiit had left him... sore, and unwilling to attempt again.

He quickly ordered a quick dinner for Jo'Khart and himself, then went into a long order of dried meats and fruits, as well as some bread to be prepared for the morning, plus a room for the night. With he re-supplying business finally finished, he allowed himself to relax as he ordered a bottle of wine for his friend and himself.

"Cheers old friend." said Jo'Khart, raising his filled glass and draining almost half of it. Arnand could never get over how the small Dagi could stomach almost as much alcohol as a eight foot Orc but he suspected the diminutive Khajiit used his magickal tricks to aid him. They sat at the bar, talking idly about their next destination but not really caring about the next day too much as they started into their second bottle soon after they opened their first.