Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160410002122/@comment-5543592-20160413232021

"I would choose you.  Over anything else. I- I have no home, Hawke.  I have nothing to offer you besides myself.  But I would give up the chance at going back home, the only thing of value I could have left, for you.  Do you... understand what I mean?"

"Where'd you get this?" The woman asked, tracing a finger along the scar at Crimson's collarbone.

"I was fightin' a giant snake and it tried to eat me.  It didn't do much past that, but I was the one who ate real well that day."

The woman left out a short, feminine laugh. "This?" He motioned to a second one on the side of his stomach, circular in shape.

"I jumped in front of an arrow for a child." He answered off-handedly, moving to sit up.

"And this?" She asked, running a thunb over a burn scar at the bend of Crimson's elbow.

"Pan got a bit slippery when I was cookin' bacon."

She gave him a wry smile. "Of course."

Crimson sat up, letting his legs swing off the bed, and reached for his scarf. She gasped behind him. "How'd you get those on your back?  Do they hurt?" The flogging scars were visible in the torchlight now, when they'd been impossible to see in dark earlier. There was only ten of them, but they were long an almost dark black color, as opposed to the chocolate color of his sken.

He shrugged, pulling his crimson uniform shirt over his head, then sliding his arms through the holes of his jerkin next.

"Nah, not anymore, I even forget their there.  Hurt real bad when I got 'em though."

"And how did you get them?"

He rose from the bed and pulled his scarf tight around his neck, then fassened his hood to his jerkin after that. He looked back to her and grinned. "Friend of mine asked, 'mind if you get hit with a whip a few times.'  I said, 'Sure thing, pal.'"

She rolled her eyes at him. "Seriously."

"True story, every bit of it."

"As true as the snake?"

"Gigantic snakes are real!  They're a seriously problem out... that direction."

"You waved your hand in a circle."

"Because they're dangerous everywhere."

She gave him a skeptical look, to which he grinned. "Uh-huh." She hummed, tangling her finger in the sheets that were pulled up over her chest.

"Well, Ms. Ula it was nice getting to know you." He said, tipping his imagined hat to her as he approached the doorway, fully dressed, sword at his hip and bow on his back. "Maybe it's the perhapsing we'll meet again.

"Likely not." She replied, smirking  "I have the feeling you don't stay around one place to long."

"Well, that's thing, lass." Crimson said, pulling his cloak tight. "Once ya get somewhere, only thing you can do is leave."

"Good-bye, Crimson."

He gave her a farewell nod, and then deposited himself back out into the inn, gently shutting the door behind himself. That was her room, after all, and she probably wanted to get changed in privacy. Some people had a weird sense of deceny. Crimson didn't see why everyone didn't just make it easier on themselves and walk around naked, or at least the women. He'd be clothed though-- someone had to support this world's style.

As he approached the bar, he plopped down in a stool, reaching for his pipe.

"Tell me." He asked the tiny elven bartender. He felt like a giant here. "You got anything to drink here that actually tastes good?"