Post by lotus on Apr 5, 2010 0:21:49 GMT -8
The situation had definitely heated up. Another adventurer had wandered into the tavern. It was a man who introduced himself as Arktivilist. He was a daemon who claimed to be a daedric prince. Merriot sat back and listened to the conversation between Deus and the newcomer, taking another tiny drink of her ale every few minutes.
Arktivilist intrigued her. Daemons were one of the three main races that she didn’t grow up around in Ellrit, the other two being ogres and goblins. He spoke of some sort of distortion that he intended to take care of. As curious as Merriot was, she decided to hold her tongue for now.
The girl’s gaze moved down to her glass. Only half of her drink had been consumed so far. Merriot stared blankly at the amber surface of her ale as the two talked. It wasn’t until the Jimroar Mountains had been brought into their conversation that her eyes were drawn back to Deus’s face. Now things were getting interesting. She had often played in the mountains as a child when she wasn’t busy training. “Do you know if we’ll be passing through any villages in the area, or will we be traveling strictly by wilderness?” she finally piped up.
Merriot hadn’t returned to Elrit ever since she had left at age thirteen. She had mixed feelings on the thought that she might be passing through. It would be nice to see how everyone was doing. The problem was with her parents. They weren’t exactly thrilled to learn that she intended to become a mercenary instead of a farmer like them. Merriot was sure they would have a few choice words for her if she saw them again.
Before she could get an answer to her question, yet another adventurer had joined them in the tavern. This time it was a woman who called herself Lisk. Obviously of the Lizardfolk, she had a look of strength and dignity about her. It was a little bit intimidating to be perfectly honest. Now that Merriot thought about it, she felt a tad intimidated by all three of them.
‘They all carry themselves with such confidence. I hope they're not out of my league...’ Her mental voice paused. What was wrong with her? Thoughts like that used to earn her a smack on the head from her mentor. ‘Since when did I turn into such a worry wart? This isn’t like me at all! I’m not going to be discouraged over such nonsense,’ she thought. Merriot straightened her posture and took a large gulp of her drink. The girl continued to watch her three temporary traveling companions while waiting for an answer from Deus.
Arktivilist intrigued her. Daemons were one of the three main races that she didn’t grow up around in Ellrit, the other two being ogres and goblins. He spoke of some sort of distortion that he intended to take care of. As curious as Merriot was, she decided to hold her tongue for now.
The girl’s gaze moved down to her glass. Only half of her drink had been consumed so far. Merriot stared blankly at the amber surface of her ale as the two talked. It wasn’t until the Jimroar Mountains had been brought into their conversation that her eyes were drawn back to Deus’s face. Now things were getting interesting. She had often played in the mountains as a child when she wasn’t busy training. “Do you know if we’ll be passing through any villages in the area, or will we be traveling strictly by wilderness?” she finally piped up.
Merriot hadn’t returned to Elrit ever since she had left at age thirteen. She had mixed feelings on the thought that she might be passing through. It would be nice to see how everyone was doing. The problem was with her parents. They weren’t exactly thrilled to learn that she intended to become a mercenary instead of a farmer like them. Merriot was sure they would have a few choice words for her if she saw them again.
Before she could get an answer to her question, yet another adventurer had joined them in the tavern. This time it was a woman who called herself Lisk. Obviously of the Lizardfolk, she had a look of strength and dignity about her. It was a little bit intimidating to be perfectly honest. Now that Merriot thought about it, she felt a tad intimidated by all three of them.
‘They all carry themselves with such confidence. I hope they're not out of my league...’ Her mental voice paused. What was wrong with her? Thoughts like that used to earn her a smack on the head from her mentor. ‘Since when did I turn into such a worry wart? This isn’t like me at all! I’m not going to be discouraged over such nonsense,’ she thought. Merriot straightened her posture and took a large gulp of her drink. The girl continued to watch her three temporary traveling companions while waiting for an answer from Deus.
