Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141208220620/@comment-5583506-20141213033602

Psychomantis108 wrote: (Sorry, was in a Steam game and the browser swore blind that no one had posted. >.>)

Rowan continued to march towards the approximate location of Damasus' mansion, the only thing on his mind right now was Fredric. The Nord could be seen by Regulator scouts as he approached the manor, not even noticing that Myling was still following him... "How are you holding up back there, Aldoran?" she asked as they followed Rowan and his wife.

"Fine, I guess. I wasn't much for help though. It was my first real battle actually."

She snickered. "There will be more to come."

"Gods, I hope not. I am a smith. I have nothing to do in a battle. Forging weapons to be used in battle however is something I am good at."

A though crossed his mind. "Hey, there is something I would like to know... Something I have been meaning to ask you..."

"Ask away", she replied still not taking her eyes of Rowan. "Unless it has something to do with Rowan and me."

He shook his head. "Uhm, no. No, that wasn't exactly what I had in mind. I was only wondering how it comes that you fight so well? I mean, you took on several bandits by yourself without even flinching! You are the same age as I am and to be honest you look quite..."

She froze up and raised an eyebrow at him. "Quite like what?"

He scratched his head nervously. "Uhm... Frail?"

She sighed. "Are you questioning my capabilites to fight because I am a girl?"

He swallowed. "What?! No! I meant... argh... You look like... like... like you don't belong in a fight. You are so beautiful and frail-looking that I am actually amazed that you made it out alive."

She blushed. "Beautiful? Thank you. Not many people have called me that. At least not from what I can remember."

"But it's true! Why you would hide a face like yours behind that thick scarf is a mystery to me."

She buried her face deeper into the scarf. "Maybe I am just afraid of catching a cold?"

He shrugged. "Come on, now you are just pulling my leg. Oh, I know! Maybe it's like some sort of cloaking tactic? You sneak up on enemies, reveal your face and then dazzle them with your beauty."

He is so silly, she remarked. ''Reminds me all the more of myself at that age. Well, I am still silly... but I have grown in mind. If he only knew...''

She put her hands to the side. "I won't stand here in the snow and discuss fashion with you! Let's just follow Rowan now. I believe we are close."

"Fine", said Aldoran and rolled his eyes. "But... you still didn't tell me where you learned to fight?"

"The moment has passed, Aldoran. You shouldn't have changed the direction of questions."

"What? I didn't. You did... or did you?"

She giggled underneath her scarf.

"Dammit. Can you at least give me a hint?"

As she began trudging through the snow again she turned her face to him and smiled. "Experience, my dear smith."

Centuries of experience...