12-11-2014, 08:34 PM
"D'Alvers silk, eh? I think my father and I might have guarded a trade convoy with D'Alvers silk once upon a time..." Kerion started. "Oh, sorry, my name! I'm Kerion, from Caldonia. I'm a mercenary by trade. And this is--"
"I can introduce myself," said Elsinore tartly, cutting him off. "Elsinore. Up until recently I was a student in Etruria."
"So, you've had trouble on the road?" said Kerion, spreading out his shirt in front of the fire alongside Elsinore's wet things. Elsinore noticed that he took care to place it over her underclothing... something that amused her even through her irritation. "The roads aren't too good up here; I can believe that you'd get lost."
Elsinore's eyes narrowed. Her hands, resting on her thighs as she knelt, were curled into fists as she glared at the man. "And I can certainly believe you about the border being difficult to cross. You damned Lycians have made a mess out of my country, no mistaking it. They had my friends killed... I had to--!"
"Elsinore--" began Kerion, holding up a hand. Elsinore stopped short, realizing she had said too much. Her hand went to her tome, hidden beneath her cloak, wondering if she had gone too far. There was a long moment of silence.
"I can introduce myself," said Elsinore tartly, cutting him off. "Elsinore. Up until recently I was a student in Etruria."
"So, you've had trouble on the road?" said Kerion, spreading out his shirt in front of the fire alongside Elsinore's wet things. Elsinore noticed that he took care to place it over her underclothing... something that amused her even through her irritation. "The roads aren't too good up here; I can believe that you'd get lost."
Elsinore's eyes narrowed. Her hands, resting on her thighs as she knelt, were curled into fists as she glared at the man. "And I can certainly believe you about the border being difficult to cross. You damned Lycians have made a mess out of my country, no mistaking it. They had my friends killed... I had to--!"
"Elsinore--" began Kerion, holding up a hand. Elsinore stopped short, realizing she had said too much. Her hand went to her tome, hidden beneath her cloak, wondering if she had gone too far. There was a long moment of silence.
Where... where did I go wrong?