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Thorbjörn bellows, "Now is not a time for crying! Now is a time to revel!" He looks at each of his companions, "We are alive. Our enemies are not. We defeated them in fierce battle after fierce battle, pushing our limits as far as they could stretch. What could be better than that?" Thorbjörn paces as he continues. "As for the fallen... what better way to go than to die in combat? Akeela fought well and died well. We killed a dragon together. A dragon! He could have lived a thousand lives and never achieved a death as glorious. Would it be better for him to have died old and toothless at his master's hearth? I can't think of a worse fate myself. Thus, I am not sad--I am proud. I am happy for him." Thorbjörn grins and raises a mug of ale towards the pyre in salute. "Your watch has ended, my friend. Rest well."
Thorbjörn turns to Robyn and eyes her openly and appraisingly. "As for you, my dear... heroes is it? That's as may be. You are a comely lass and it would have been a shame to let you die. If you want to call that heroism, so be it." Thorbjörn grins and says, "If you want to show me gratitude, you could tell me where to get a bauble such as that one." He smirks and gestures at the wayfinder. "Or, after you have rested and recovered, you could come with me and we can find out together whether your love truly has no bounds." Thorbjörn laughs and winks.
Just as the words “has no bounds.” leave ThorBjorn’s lips, the pathfinder is on her feet, and swings her arm, following through with a loud SMACK, across the half-giant’s face. Her eyes, filled with disgust, her voice filled with venom. Her hand goes to the wayfinder hanging from her belt. “These are for Pathfinders. Adventurers, heroes. I am honored to be sitting among heroes tonight.” She glances at Mal, Wong, Tala, Chad, and finally Kulman. Her gaze rests back on ThorBjorn. “Present company excluded. I would cry, but I have no more tears. Like my virtue, they have been taken recently. I may thank you for being part of this group of saviors…but your reward will not be ME. Besides, haven’t you heard…I’m used goods now.” She storms off from the fire and begins to set up her bedding.
ReplyDeleteThorbjörn grins from ear to ear. "I like her, she's fierce. I prefer women with scars and plenty of spirit. Maidens are boring after a while." He raises his voice so Robyn can hear him, "You know where to find me if you change your mind. I'll not say another word about it." Thorbjörn lowers his voice and rubs absently at the stump of his finger. "In the meantime, I can hardly wait to get back to a village with a tavern or at least an inn. She'll come around or she won't."
ReplyDeleteThorbjörn asks Tala quietly, "Do you think she meant I need to kill a Pathfinder to get one? Because I can do that."
ReplyDeleteNo one particularly notices, but Chad slips away into the darkness.
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