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Re: A Wicked Age Undreamed Of
Rylynn couldn't help but find herself nodding in agreement with Jann's expression of needs. It was a simple enough set of desires, and as far as she was concerned, lists that were much longer were bound to include a few lies in them.
"I see. I cannot help but wonder how many were caught up in their lies and promises," she responded, before hearing Nimedes out. Safe lodging and food... also pledges that she wasn't so sure could be delivered with true conviction. But if nothing else, it was far more convincing than the offer that Susorun made, as she was still expected to do a job in the near future, and had shown her qualifications clearly enough rather than having been judged on appearance alone.
"Fine," was all that she said in reply. She regarded Jann and Hebeny for a moment, and couldn't help but notice that the dog that had aided her against the barkeep trailed the latter as if she were its master. Rylynn would keep her bloodied sword unsheathed while she was still in the tavern, as something of a warning to those who would seek to continue a fight with her. But once they entered the network of corridors, she would sheath it for ease of travel. As she felt the other woman's touch upon her arm, she wouldn't respond to it in any explicit way nor would she bat it away. She figured that she was perhaps seen as reliable and safe, and for that, Rylynn could not blame her.
The barbarian tried her best to make a mental note of the ways the group had taken to get here, though it proved difficult. She was no stranger to finding her way around formations of rock, but these seemed to be deliberately designed to confuse and disorient people... perhaps those that had their coin lifted.
When Nimedes had welcomed them inside and offered his hospitality, Rylynn chose to stand, simply folding her arms and waiting for him to elaborate. And soon enough, he would. The Cold Brotherhood... they were certainly the type that she expected, in a sense, to deal in the business of slavery and the like. Some girls were easily wooed by promises of safety--not her. The Cimmerian knew that true security was the responsibility of one's own judgment and power, man or woman. So she was taught.
And so the promise of the band and the guild's protection meant little to her... but the silver held far more sway. "I'd prefer 400 silver to the addition of the band, myself. I travel often and cannot say how long I will stay in Zamora. But if this Cold Brotherhood is anything like those we encountered in the tavern, then better I kill them first instead of waiting for them to disturb me during my time of relaxation."
"Speaking of which... have you any drink? I was looking to unwind a little more, before those fools thought it wise to disturb me."
Rylynn couldn't help but find herself nodding in agreement with Jann's expression of needs. It was a simple enough set of desires, and as far as she was concerned, lists that were much longer were bound to include a few lies in them.
"I see. I cannot help but wonder how many were caught up in their lies and promises," she responded, before hearing Nimedes out. Safe lodging and food... also pledges that she wasn't so sure could be delivered with true conviction. But if nothing else, it was far more convincing than the offer that Susorun made, as she was still expected to do a job in the near future, and had shown her qualifications clearly enough rather than having been judged on appearance alone.
"Fine," was all that she said in reply. She regarded Jann and Hebeny for a moment, and couldn't help but notice that the dog that had aided her against the barkeep trailed the latter as if she were its master. Rylynn would keep her bloodied sword unsheathed while she was still in the tavern, as something of a warning to those who would seek to continue a fight with her. But once they entered the network of corridors, she would sheath it for ease of travel. As she felt the other woman's touch upon her arm, she wouldn't respond to it in any explicit way nor would she bat it away. She figured that she was perhaps seen as reliable and safe, and for that, Rylynn could not blame her.
The barbarian tried her best to make a mental note of the ways the group had taken to get here, though it proved difficult. She was no stranger to finding her way around formations of rock, but these seemed to be deliberately designed to confuse and disorient people... perhaps those that had their coin lifted.
When Nimedes had welcomed them inside and offered his hospitality, Rylynn chose to stand, simply folding her arms and waiting for him to elaborate. And soon enough, he would. The Cold Brotherhood... they were certainly the type that she expected, in a sense, to deal in the business of slavery and the like. Some girls were easily wooed by promises of safety--not her. The Cimmerian knew that true security was the responsibility of one's own judgment and power, man or woman. So she was taught.
And so the promise of the band and the guild's protection meant little to her... but the silver held far more sway. "I'd prefer 400 silver to the addition of the band, myself. I travel often and cannot say how long I will stay in Zamora. But if this Cold Brotherhood is anything like those we encountered in the tavern, then better I kill them first instead of waiting for them to disturb me during my time of relaxation."
"Speaking of which... have you any drink? I was looking to unwind a little more, before those fools thought it wise to disturb me."