Private rp with Wingfeather

[wingfeather]

Quite the inviting one wasn't she? Ah well, maybe this would be a chance at a knew life. He knew he couldn't go back to his family and working at an inn would definitely not get him anywhere. He shuddered suddenly, the evening air was finally cooling and the ocean breezes were anything but warm at this time. ''Care to get nearer the fire,'' he asked Cassidy. Grettir in fact was already standing and had nosed his way out the door on business of his own.

[mainehorse]

Cass glances over to the fire for a moment, before nodding slightly. "Certainly is getting chilly... I'm just going to get another tankard of ale first. You want one?" She asks, rising to her feet. If he did, then she could pick two up and then join him by the fire. The warmth of the fire and another tankard of ale seemed as good a way as any other to unwind after everything. And it would probably help to dry out her still damp gloves as well. The sun seemed to have set as they were eating, though there was nothing out of the ordinary about that. The sun rose and set everyday. That was one of the few guaranteed things in life.

[wingfeather]

Lockian was about to open his mouth in affirmative but closed it again, he probably shouldn't, ''no thank you, I think I've had enough.'' He stood up and lifted up the branches he had collected earlier that day from where they were lying on the floor near his chair. He took a seat nearer the warm blaze and untied from his belt a small leather sack where he had kept the iron arrowheads. Sliding out his dirk he began to work on one of the ash sticks, first peeling off the bark in long curling wisps, then cutting it down to an exact size which was slightly shorter than his arm, next he would carve one end so that the arrow would fit over the stick and lastly he would tie some thin but sturdy twine about it for extra security. These weren't military grade arrows he knew, but they were serviceable and dependable.

[mainehorse]

Cass nods slightly, turning to head over to the bar. She wasn't even quite feeling tipsy yet, so another tankard wasn't going to hurt. But she would probably cut herself off after that. As much as she might want to drink herself into a stupor to forget about the stressful situation she found herself in, she knew that wouldn't do her any favors. The last thing she needed was a terrible hangover when she already had a pounding headache. But a little bit, that wouldn't hurt. She places a couple of gold coins on the bar once the barkeep poured out a tankard of ale and picks up the tankard, making her way over to the fire. She takes a seat in one of the armchairs by the fire with a quiet sigh, taking a sip of the dark liquid.

[wingfeather]

Lockian was feeling just as comfortable and content, strange what a walk in the forest and a good meal does to a body at the end of the day. After finishing two more shafts he takes a break a stares into the flames for a while, he realized his eyes had began drooping slowly. He shook himself and blinked several times, he had to get at least half of the arrow heads fitted to the shafts. Picking up his dirk again from where it was resting on his lap he began whittling at another piece of would. Grettir returned and took up his place by the fire, stretching out his long body by the hearth. Lockian noticed his tongue had been lolling and that his paws were damp, he also had some bits of fur stuck to his mouth and some blood on his teeth, seemed the dog had eaten well that night.

[mainehorse]

"It might be best to save that for the morrow. Using a blade when you're half asleep is never advisable. You're just as likely to cut yourself in the process as you are to fit the arrowheads to their shafts." Cass says, turning her gaze back over the fire as she took another sip from her tankard of ale. Her free hand was resting on her knee as she listened to the quiet crackling of the fire burning in the hearth. It was definitely nice to have some peace and quiet. Hopefully she'd be able to get some better sleep tonight. She'd have an actual bed instead of a bedroll laid over a wooden frame in the infirmary, and after two tankards of ale and a warm meal, sleep was likely to come much more easily than it had the night before.

[wingfeather]

Lockian was so tired that he only registered what Cassidy had said only a couple of seconds later, ''your probably right,'' he said with a rueful smile, he hadn't realized that even as he had been carving his eyes had begun blearing. He stood and after cleaning his blade of wood chips stuck it smoothly into his sheath. After gathering up his sticks and half finished bow arrows turned back to Cassidy, ''I suppose I'll see you tomorrow,'' he told her, ''pleasant dreams to you.'' ''Grettir come, or you know what'll happen if that kitchen maid finds yeh.'' At first the wolfhound just yawned at him, but then leisurely it got to its feet and after slowly stretching followed Lockian up the stairs to their room. 

[mainehorse]

Cass nods slightly, taking another sip from her tankard. "Night. See you in the morning" she says. She'd probably stay out here by the fire for a bit longer before she turned in for the night herself. Or if she took to long, then she might wind up just falling asleep in the armchair. It was comfortable enough that it probably wouldn't do any harm. Though her bed in her room upstairs would be far more ideal. So if she didn't fall asleep before she mustered the will to go upstairs, then she would retire to her room. But for now she was going to finish her ale. Tomorrow would be a new day, holding who knows what.

[wingfeather]

Lockian sat down on his bed and began to unlace his boots in preparation for bed. Strange, he thought, I don't have any more fear of that woman. ''Not that I was afraid,'' he hastily said out loud to Grettir as if the dog was about tease him. Grettir in his turn merely tilted his head from where he was lying on the floor at the foot of the bed. Lockian sighed, ''fine maybe I was wary of her, but only because she had a blade more dangerous than mine.'' The wolfhound thumped his tail and showed his teeth as if all this was something hilarious to him. Lockian shot the dog a look, ''oh just go to sleep,'' he said laying down and snuffing out the candle on his bed table. Pretty soon he fell asleep. Grettir sat up, he knew he wasn't supposed to go on the bed, but after he was sure the man was asleep he jumped up onto it as stealthily as his large body would allow him and also fell asleep with his head resting on Lockian's leg.

[mainehorse]

Once she had finished off the last of her ale, Cass sets the mug aside on a nearby side table. With a quiet sigh, she rises to her feet and turns to head upstairs. As she reaches the top floor, she pulls her room key out from her pocket and makes her way into her room. She shuts and locks the door behind herself, setting the key down on the bedside table. She takes a seat on the edge of the bed and leans forward to remove the heavy combat boots she wore, setting them aside. Next, she slides her gloves off, grumbling quietly to herself when she saw the gnarled skin covering her right arm. She couldn't remember what injury had resulted in the current crippled state of that arm, but it appeared to have been from a burn. Shaking her head, she sets her gloves down on the table as well before reaching over to pick up the candle so she could blow it out, bathing the room in darkness. She sets the candle down and pulls the covers back before turning to lay on her side. Some sleep would her good.

[wingfeather]

Lockian woke early the next morning, he was an early riser by nature, late nights generally did not do him much good. Sitting up he saw Grettir was already up and standing by the door. He knew roughly when Lockian woke up and took care to already be off the bed by that time. Lockian took the covers off and began to get ready for the day. Slipping into his boots and fumbling with the ties he walking to a wooden wash basin and splashed some water onto his face before tying his hair out of his face. Pulling on a green cloak an tying the ends at his throat, lastly he took up his longbow and a quiver which still had a few of arrows left, he then opened the door to have Grettir barrel past him and run down to the tavern part of the inn. Lockian shook his head and followed after at a more reasonable pace. The maid was already up and was preparing breakfast and the bartender was getting ready to open up shop for the day, Lockian nodded his good morning before opening the door and entering the cool stillness of morning.

[mainehorse]

When she woke, Cass glances out the window. The sun was just starting to rise in the distance, bathing the land in the gentle light of morning. She forces herself up and out of the bed, ignoring any of the various healing injuries that protested the movement. She picks up the blanket, spreading it neatly over the bed once more. Her clothing from before, now clean from all the dried blood coating it before was dry now. But she couldn't get by with only two outfits, so she could add that to her list of stuff that needed to be done today she mused as she slips on the maroon turtleneck, followed by the off grey loose tunic she wore over it and then finally the pair of dark brown trousers and her belt. She slips her sword into the scabbard on her hip and then slips on the thick pair of gloves she was wearing the night before. Once she was satisfied that she was presentable, she slips her key into her pocket and makes her way downstairs.

[wingfeather]

Grettir was already far ahead of Lockian, he knew the drill, flush out the prey from the undergrowth then step back for Lockian to take care of the rest. The wolfhound had already hidden himself in the forest once he had arrived, Lockian was thankful for the warmth the cloak gave from the early morning chills and cold dew that seemed to cling to his clothing. He had already gone far into the forest before there were any signs of game, farther than the creek where he had met Cassidy the day before. Suddenly there was the familiar sound of deep throated bays not to much farther into the forest. Lockian smiled and quickened his pace toward the barks. Soon a doe came running from the undergrowth, Lockian already had his bow ready, taking swift aim he released, all in one smooth movement, he had hit the heart, a clean shot. Grettir jumped out of the woods his tail wagging furiously wanting more. ''Well done old lad,'' he told the dog, ''but this is it for today, we don't need any more,'' he said before slipping out his dirk to begin skinning the animal.

[mainehorse]

Once she was downstairs, Cass makes her out the front door to the tavern area. As she steps outside, a cold breeze blows through the area. It was getting close to autumn, and that chill was definitely starting to creep into the air. She makes her way down the cobblestone path, figuring that she could try and make headway on what she needed to get done today. She needed to purchase more clothes, and a decent set of leather armor as well if she could find it. From what she could gather, Lockian had already left the inn, but she figured that she'd probably run into him at some point. She stops by one of the shops to read the sign outside. This seemed like as good a place as any to get started. She would need to be careful to make sure she was getting good deals, since until she could find work, her gold was limited.

[wingfeather]

It did not take long for Lockian to finish skinning the deer, things of this sort didn't bother him unduly, he needed the meat for food. What he did hate was when the nobility did this just for the fun of it and often just left the meat out in the forest to rot or be devoured by scavengers. After bagging the meat in a water tempered leather sack and burying the bones and other remains, he and Grettir set out for Stormhaven. As he walked he began to whistle a random ballad he had heard a while ago, at the moment the words didn't raise themselves to his memory but he knew it was something about a warrior in some sort of battle. Soon he reached the sleepy town which was just beginning to wake. He dropped off the venison at the inn and upon inquiring after Cassidy heard that she had departed earlier that morning. Grettir had already disappeared someplace, which left Lockian to search for her alone.