Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150328222815/@comment-3293219-20150331181509

Isaiah gently pushed the door open to his cabin and watched as it slowly opened itself, with a loud creak, letting the moonlight spill across the floor of his abode. Both he and Arrie stood, one waiting for the other to enter as they didn't want to be intrusive.

The Redguard slowly walked into the room, prompting Arrie to step in after him and close the door, pulling the latch across, with the good tug that it needed as Kolgrim started to pull various ingredients from out of a hamper and threw them into a pot before putting a kettle over a smaller flame, that he had prepared in the corner.

"If you can find a piece of furniture to sit on, then be my guest, the bed's also an option." He informed her, prompting the Breton to look around to find an oasis in the field of papers, books, trinkets and garbage around the shack. It didn't feel dirty, just disorganised, much like Ashcroft's loft.

"Erm... Thanks..." She mumbled, gently sitting down on the bed and placing her hands on her lap, trying not to damage the delicate eco system of the Redguard's home.

"I don't clean up much, so I'm sorry about the mess... I wasn't expecting any visitors." The Redguard informed her, in the most sympathetic tone that his gruff voice was capable of.

Arrietty looked from side to side before raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"What do you do when you do know that people are coming?"

"Tell 'em to deal with it..." The Redguard replied, unsympathetically and getting a slight chuckle from his Breton guest.

"Does that ever go down well?" She asked, watching as he began to scoop up what was in the pot, with a ladle.

"Dunno, I don't get visitors..." He replied, filling the first wooden bowl and turning it around, passing it to the young Breton and nodding. She immediately took it and sat back, sniffing its contents and being surprised by how good it smelled...

"Mmm... How'd you make leaks and onions smell so good?" She asked, helping herself to another nose full.

"Old Priest's secret..." The Redguard grumbled, though it was obvious that he was being evasive.

"I'd tell you but they make us take an oath, so my hands are tied."

Arrie smirked and sighed, shaking her head as she began to eat, almost being blown away by the first blast of flavour as it hit her tongue.

"Gods... I wish that I was this good!" She gasped, tucking into it some more as she was insanely hungry.

"I... Wash never too good at thish kinda thing... I tried making cereal once and ended up burning it."

Kolgrim continued to draw more of the stew from the pot, slapping it down into the bowl before backing away.

"Well, it's usually something that you pick up, when you get old and don't have anything better to do." The Redguard informed her, shrugging as he turned around and took a seat on a wooden chair before he proceeded to eat.

"You talking from personal experience?" Arrie asked, giving him a slight smirk and getting the Redguard to stop and shrug.

"No, everyone knew how to cook where I was from, if you didn't you were laughed out of the province." He replied, taking a break and letting his portion cool down.

"Oh, so you're from Hammerfell?" Arrietty asked, taking a guess, since it certainly wasn't like that in High Rock.

"Yeah." He replied, sighing and hanging his head.

"Though I haven't been there in some time."

"Hmm?" Arrietty asked, taking a break from stuffing her face for a moment to show concern.

"H-How come?"

"I... Was banished, for burning a casserole." He informed her, obviously deflecting the question as he got up and approached his desk.

Arrie knew that he was trying to hide it from her but she didn't bother asking, since she barely knew him and it might get her thrown out on her ass. The Redguard sat down and began to write in his journal, at least she thought it was a journal...

"Can I ask, who's the physician who healed you?" The Priest asked, getting Arrietty to frown for a moment before realising what he meant.

"Oh... A guy named 'Cato.' He... Left, to do something, so I don't think I'll see him again." The Breton replied, truthfully, getting the Redguard's attention.

"He left you, alone, in your condition, out in the wilderness?"

Arrie shook her head and sighed as she proceeded to lightly scratch the back of it.

"N-No... My asshole 'friends' did that..."

"Oh, how awfully nice of them..." Isaiah grumbled, turning back to his page and scrawling in it, prompting Arrietty to believe that he was writing about her.

"Erm... You aren't writing about me, are you?" She decided to ask, rather nervously as well as she was too exhausted to hide it. However, the Redguard shook his head.

"No, I've been writing this for months now... It's a... Memoir..."

"A... What?"

"An account... Of my life..."

"Like a biography?" Arrietty asked, remembering hearing of such books but she was under the impression that only impressive people wrote them. Isaiah didn't seem all that important to her, though, then again, he was an exhile, so he could have done anything in his long life.

He paused, wondering how much he should tell her but eventually he decided to tell her what she needed to know.

"No, just the important bits of it..." He informed her before he got back to it, finding the Breton to be somewhat of a distraction...

Arrie nodded, understanding that he didn't want to share, so long as it wasn't to do with her, then it should remain that way.

"Mind if I get some sleep?" She asked, rubbing her black eye, gently.

"I feel like I've been awake forever..."

"Yeah, it probably doesn't help that you were trampled by a heard of cows, from the looks of you. You can use that bed, that you're sat on, if you spilt anything on it, then that's tough shit." He replied, refusing to look up from his page as he scrawled away in his book, his concern was heart warming.

"Thanks..." Arrie replied, sounding somewhat confused as she gently kicked her boots off and pulled the blanket up, gently slipping into the bedsheet and wrapping the covers around herself, rolling over and facing the wall.

She lay, staring at it for some time as she curled up into a ball, wincing as she felt her injuries flare up a little more than she let on.

"Hey... Isaiah?"

"Hmm?"

"Thanks... For saving me and... well for everything..."

There was a pause as the Redguard finished his line before potting his quill and sighing in defeat, he couldn't deny that he appreciated being appreciated.

"It's... What I'm here for...

I guess..."

The Breton smiled a little as she got comfortable, getting ready to embrace sleep for the first time in a long time.