Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141207202844/@comment-25828117-20141208230138

'''Meanwhile. In Chorrol:'''

“Hey there morning shine.” A disembodied but familiar voice sounded throughout the workshop.

The greet went unacknowledged.

Eirik simply smiled and noticed two feet sticking from under a car joined by the sound of a socket wrench turning under the bronze coloured contraption.

He walked over to them.

“I have got you some of this…” Eirik said loud and clear now.

The wrench stopped turning and a few seconds later Hana appeared from under the car with her back on a rolling board.

“Sorry, Eirik… Didn’t hear you come on.”

“Well perhaps it’s because of that thing there.” The Nord pointed at the Beamanic music machine playing a tune in the corner (song). He obviously didn’t like the sound of it and Hana noticed.

“You don’t like it?” She smiled while she got up and dusted off her hands.

“No… The ‘Man’ sounds like he’s in pain. Give me a Nordic song about honour and adventure any day over this… strangling of a cat.” He nodded disapproving.

“I mean what was wrong with the old flute, lute and drums? Now there’s all these brass and strangely formed instruments that look like elaborate hearing aids.”

Hana chuckled at the dry remarks made by the rather traditionalist Nord.

“Anyways… I have this beverage for you.” Eirik passed on a hot tankard.

Hana looked down and smiled.

“You mean Coffee?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Is that what it’s called?” Eirik smiled back, his light blue eyes sort of glinted. Happened a lot when he felt sheepish or stupid.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Coiffee… Who comes up with this stuff anyways…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Hana blew some of the steam off her brew.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hammerfell apparently.” She replied before taking a slurp.

<p class="MsoNormal">“How’s the car coming along?” The Nord then asked the Imperial

<p class="MsoNormal">“Good. I might have damaged a coupling while I tested her on a dirt road. But that’s easily fixed.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I told you… You shouldn’t drive across the dirt roads, these things aren’t made for ‘em.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Cobblestone roads aren’t any better. They make the old box shake like hell… might need better suppressors.” Sevanici trailed off…

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well… I’m going to let you tinker a bit further. I’ll be in the stables if you need me.” The Nord replied

<p class="MsoNormal">“I just wanted to give you Coiffee anyways….”

<p class="MsoNormal">Hana smiled and raised her tankard to him as a thank you gesture.