Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20141221031533/@comment-5583506-20141222212037

Valkyrie observed the pair from a distance, still sitting at the counter with a half-filled flagon of mead. She wasn't surprised to see awkward situations like these. She shoved the flagon to Keerava and asked for a refill.

"Hey there, gorgeous", said a Dark Elf sitting next to her. "That mead won't cure loneliness on such a cold Skyrim night. How about we go upstairs and find you some real company."

She sighed. Awkward situations indeed...

"What's the matter?" he cooed when she didn't respond as he moved his chair a bit closer. "Don't you want to get to know me better? Maybe you are one of those bigot Nords who thinks that they are too good for a handsome elf such as myself?"

She didn't face him, but drank her refilled flagon nonetheless. "One doesn't have to be a bigot to turn your offer down, elf. I am not interested."

Her response seemed to ignite his desire even further. "Come on", he begged. "You know you want it. You look like you haven't been with a real man since the Civil War."

She shrugged. "I am saving myself for a real man. Maybe you have seen one around here? If you do find him, please let me know."

Infuriated with her answer he knocked her flagon to the side as she reached for it, spilling the mead all over the counter.

"Don't you smart-mouth me, bitch. I have ties with the Camonna Tong. Refuse me to warm your bed tonight and I promise you that my friends will make the rest of your life a living hell."

She wiped her hand off on her cloak. "That was my last mead."

"Didn't you hear me, you Nordic whore?! I said that I have contacts with..."

His sentence was cut short when Valkyrie suddenly reached up for his neck and slammed his head into the counter with such force it left a mark in the wood and probably broke every bone the man had in his nose. Keerave let out a shriek of surprise and shock when she saw the action. Blood seeped out of the Dunmer's nostrils, his eyes rolled back into their sockets and he was unconscious. She lifted him up slowly, holding his pointy ear close to her mouth.

"And I told you", she whispered, "that that was my last mead..."

She then let him go and he slipped down slowly out of view by the counter as if he drowned.

Valkyrie sighed and adjusted the flagon in front of her. "Pour me another one..."