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April 2008
Topic Started: Nov 5 2009, 10:37 PM (3,972 Views)
golden_trillium

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Author: lady ione
Date: Tue Apr 15, 2008 3:13 pm
Brendyn and Vanora


As Vanora was ready to take her leave of the three men,
another woman, Tatiana approached, and Vanora smiled at her,
but all she got was a nod. She didn't let it bother her though
for it seemed that Tati was more intent on the soldiers, so
Vanora remained quiet...

Tatiana
 
"Greetings, sir soldiers. Lovely weather we're having
hmm?"


...Vanora raised her eyebrow, and did not really want to wait
around to see what Malcus' reply would be, so Vanora just
nodded a good night to Titrus, Brendyn, and Malcus, then left
the tavern to head for home ebfore it got any darker. Surely
Bors would be worried about her, and she wanted to be with him
tonight. Brendyn, on the other hand, turned to look at the
copper haired woman. She was a pretty thing, but as much as he
wanted to, he did not have time to get to know her as he would
have liked. He did not have duties right now, but he did feel
like shit and just needed to sleep...unless this woman had a
cure for the common cold...

Meanwhile, inside the tavern, Brendyn caught Malcus' gaze and
saw that he had angered the Commander slightly as the man
raised his voice to the young soldier. Brendyn only stood
unflinchingly waiting for an answer...

Malcus
 
"Are you daft, boy?" "Didn't I just tell you the rules?
What the fu..." "Go,"


Titrus
 
"Uh...the rotation schedules are posted by each squad
commander in the barracks, Brendyn. Commander Barbattus
does not bother himself with such trivialties once he
has created the rosters. The commander will send word to
you if/when he is ready to see you," "Good night,
Brendyn,"


By the Commander's reaction, Brendyn knew he had spoken
without being asked to speak, but it was either that or be
flogged for being late. His eyes turned to Titrus, and said
softly, "Thank you, and good night, sirs." Brendyn watched
Malcus rise from his place, and head over to a lovely creature
that had entered the tavern, then turned his eyes back to
Titrus, and in them was a sincere respect for the man. Brendyn
turned, lay some coins on the table to pay for the drink, and
turned to leave when he saw the copper haired woman who had
joined the group. She had asked a question, had she not?
Something about a nice evening or something... Well, Brendyn
was not sure whether it was sarcasm which he was bad at, or
she truely liked the lously weather...

"Yes, it is nice weather, miss...if you like cold and wet,"
The young soldier met her eyes...and lovely ones at that.
"Tell you what, I have to check the duty roster for tomorrow
before I retire for the night. I am sorry you did not approach
sooner so we could talk. Right now, I am afraid I am not good
company as I am exhausted, chilled, and need sleep..." He
walked toward the door taking one more glance at her. He did
not know who she was, but he did want to meet her again. He
had to go and get some sleep before duty tomorrow. Brendyn had
never seen a more mysterious looking woman...

Mysterious women had a way of working their way into one's
mind after a while...
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Tue Apr 15, 2008 3:48 pm
Mona


Now that Mona was that close to Merlin, she started having
second thoughts as to whether she was doing the right thing.
Merlin had a powerful presence about him that almost made Mona
quiver. As she stood next to him, the leader squared his
shoulder against her.

Merlin
 
"Speak,"


There was urgency in his voice. Any doubts Mona had no longer
mattered, she couldn't change her mind now.

"Merlin, when Neeria was captured," she began breathlessly, "I
heard her tell Arthur that if he would spare her life, she
would lead him directly to you."

It was done. Mona lowered her head in shame.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Tue Apr 15, 2008 5:59 pm
Merlin


Mona
 
"Merlin, when Neeria was captured I heard her tell
Arthur that if he would spare her life she would lead
him directly to you."


"What?" Merlin stiffened further, his jaw clenching, his voice
dangerously soft. Neeria had said that? Treachery! At
least...it appeared so. It was hard to imagine such perfidy
from Neeria- she had always been a loyal and true warrior for
their cause. And she had vowed so fiercely to kill Arthur
Castus- could she really have buckled so easily? True, she had
been wounded, but she had not been tortured, nor languished in
the dungeons at the time that Mona had heard her say those
words. Might they have been some sort of strategy- some ruse?
Merlin wasn't sure- but for her to simply betray them did not
really seem likely.

The Woad leader took a deep breath, letting that initial burst
of tension drain away from him as he considered the situation.
He raised his eyes thoughtfully to the sky, leaden and nearly
dark, then after a moment, looked back to Mona, his eyes dark
pools, unfathomable.

"She may have meant it or she may not have, Mona," he
murmurred, calmer now- though inscrutable. As usual, his mind
was both working fast and opening itself, trying to discern
the will of the Gods in all this, trying to think it through.

"I will think on this." He took another deep breath, glanced
again over to the fire where Juna stood, a stiff, rather
uncomfortable-looking figure. He wanted to go over to her,
bend that stiffness to him instead.

"Mona..." he returned his gaze to the warrior woman, tilting
his head to the side as with a sudden thought. As happened
when the Gods spoke through him, he was not sure what e was
going to say until he heard it coming out of his mouth.

"Assemble your battle things tonight, again- I may have a task
for you in the morning." Yes...that was right. That, perhaps,
was the missing ingredient in all this.
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Tue Apr 15, 2008 6:33 pm

Arthur


Lancelot
 
"And if you think I'm scared of you, you have another
thing coming, old man."


Despite his pain and weakened physical state, Arthur looked to
Lancelot with an irritated expression that pulled his eyebrows
tightly together. The presence of the two ladies spared
Lancelot the curse that resided on the tip of Arthur’s tongue.
Yet anger was good…it distracted the Commander from…oh
fuck….the pain of the needle pricking at his already inflamed
flesh. Arthur’s fingers flexed in Darya’s hand and his free
hand grasped tightly at the edge of the bed; knuckles turning
white at the force of his grip.

Lancelot
 
"They are very smart women, my friend. Especially for
agreeing with me. They would be foolish not to."


Arthur inwardly sighed at Lancelot’s further mockery. Why had
the knight remained anyways? To torment me? Neeve and Darya
could manage what Arthur required right now. But in truth, the
Roman was grateful Lancelot had stayed. The man’s friendship
and mere presence was a source of great strength for
Arthur….and the Commander would need that strength if he was
to go after Merlin yet tonight.

Neeve
 
“You have not seen me being not gentle yet, Arthur…you
should be grateful for that.”


“Quite….” Arthur hissed again as Neeve continued her work.
“...grateful,” He grunted and attempted to focus on the
healer’s skillful hands….instead of Lancelot who had decided
to help himself to Arthur’s clothing and promptly planted
himself on a stool at the Roman’s side opposite Darya.

Arthur’s vision blurred and he had to blink furiously to
regain his focus. The Commander was finally…
possibly….beginning to realize that he might need a little
more time before he could ride again. Let alone face Merlin.
Neeve was working quickly, thank God, but with each pass of
her needle Arthur felt himself becoming weaker. Fever
threatened to overpower his rational thoughts.

Darya
 
“It’s almost done…”


Darya’s angelic voice helped Arthur to focus again and he gave
the beautiful Sarmatian a small appreciative smile. And then
Arthur felt Neeve dab at his side with a cloth…his gaze
flickered to his side to find the healer had completed her
task of stitching the wound closed. It yet hurt….tremendously.
Arthur briefly bit at his dry bottom lip and willed his body
to relax.

Neeve
 
“How are you holding up, Commander?”


Arthur heard the question, but did not immediately answer as
Neeve’s voice seemed to echo in his ears. Strange. He also
heard the crackling of the fire in the hearth…it oddly seemed
to overpower all other sounds, even Lancelot’s steady
breathing at his side. Arthur also felt Darya’s fingers gently
squeezing his hand and tasted what he assumed was his own
blood; a coppery flavor on the tip of his tongue as he
swallowed. But he could not be sure….his world seemed
disjointed, hazy and…..

“I have felt better,” Arthur said at last before blowing out a
breath and once again struggling to focus on Neeve’s angular
face.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Tue Apr 15, 2008 8:06 pm

Vanora and Bors


As she made ready to leave the tavern, she saw Alina enter and
nodded to her nothing also how Malcus had moved over to
her...none of her business. She gave last instructions to the
wenches before she reached the door and passed Tristan as he
came in. She nodded, wanting to talk to the quiet knight, but
she wanted to get home to Bors and the children who she
assumed were already in bed.

The door shut quietly behind her as she stepped out onto the
snowy early evening, thinking of how long of a day it had been
for the fort as a whole: the return of Arthur and the knights
as well as the legion, the woad attacks, the sick and injured
the crowded the infirmary. She was lucky that Bors had
returned with only a leg wound that looked like hell. Vanora's
thoughts went to Linnette, and wondered how she could help the
newly widowed young woman. She had also thought of Thorn's
death, Adian and Javier's disappearances, and Ione? Where was
she? And Fiona? Was she still talking to Gawain? Vanora hoped
that all would come to light in the morning.

White flecks of snow fell and landed lightly in her red hair,
and her shawl as she neared the small house. She opened the
door, stepped inside, closed and locked it then turned to Bors
who, by now, was standing. She looked so vulnerable though
Bors knew she wasn't, but just standing there and taking a
long look at the woman he never thought he'd see again....

Bors pushed the thoughts from his mind as he walked over to
her, took her in his arms, and without another word, picked
her up in his arms, and kissed her passionately all the way to
bed. Vanora murmured something passionatly as he drew the
curtains around their bed for what privacy they could get...
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Author: sabor ice
Date: Tue Apr 15, 2008 8:32 pm
Alina


Malcus
 
"It's been a while,"


Alina had been completely divulged by distraction. She hadn't
paid much attention to those in her surroundings, and
certainly she had not expected anyone to pay much mind to her,
least of whomever owned the unfamiliar voice behind her. She
had just been about ready to sit at the table in front of her
to enjoy the stew the wench had brought when his warm breath
caught a wisp of stray hair against her ear. She turned to
face him, brows stitched in consternation. He was a soldier by
the looks of him - hadn't he been speaking with Vanora and a
few others only moments ago? - and he was much too close for
comfort. Alina cleared her throat, shifting uncomfortably back
a step.

"Do I know you?" she wondered quizzically, absentmindedly
pulling her cloak a bit tighter around her form.

The healer racked her brain to place the stranger's face with
a name, but she continued to come up empty-handed. Perhaps she
had met him before, although she was usually pretty good about
not forgetting a face. Still, she was tired, so it was
possible she was inadvertently setting herself up to look like
a fool. Alina didn't even notice the sultry way he looked at
her.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Tue Apr 15, 2008 9:20 pm
Malcus Barbattus


Alina
 
"Do I know you?"


Malcus was not amused. He was still enjoying the slight buzz
he had from the spiced wine and he was not about to lose it
over some woman. He was horny and in no mood to play games. He
didn't play games when it came to women. He stepped back from
Alina and gave her a long stare. Maybe he was wrong. It was a
long time ago and he'd been quite drunk. But he could have
sworn...

"Maybe not, lady," he offered, shrugging his shoulders, "I beg
your pardon. I thought we'd...met...before."

Malcus turned his back to Alina and walked back toward his
seat next to Titrus. On the way, he saw Tristan sitting in the
back. Barbattus nodded his head toward the scout in
acknowledgment. Moody bastard, Malcus thought to himself. As
Barbattus reached his seat, Titrus had another mead waiting
for him. The commander was frustrated and wanted to get out of
there. His pre-arranged date was still serving her last
customers. As he turned up his tankard for a drink, he looked
back at Alina, knowing he never forgot a face.
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Author: Ranchera
Date: Tue Apr 15, 2008 9:49 pm
Connell


Connell waited away from Merlin a short distance. He'd seen
Mona approach, but given it little thought, until Mona dropped
her head. It was hard to know in the darkness Merlin's
reaction.

He tried to rest, knowing what he and Guinevere must do
tomorrow. How would they find Neeria? And what of the child,
Eala? How did they fare? His hand touched the forest floor
near where he sat, ducking beneath the fallen leaves dotted
with snowflakes. He then pulled his cape closer and waited for
first light, his hands pressed close to his body for warmth.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Tue Apr 15, 2008 9:49 pm
Mona


Merlin
 
"What?"


Suddenly, Mona quaked with fear. What have I done? she asked
herself as she trembled, not knowing what Merlin would do. She
was afraid to meet his eyes, but when she did look up at him,
she saw the storm brewing on his face and she flinched. Mona
didn't dare say another word as Merlin appeared to be having
an internal conflict with himself. The female shifted on one
foot while she waited. After what seemed like forever, the
leader finally spoke again.

Merlin
 
"She may have meant it or she may not have, Mona, I will
think on this."


"Of course, my lord!" Mona said with a bow and turned to
resume her place in the woods. But before she took a step,
Merlin said:

Merlin
 
Assemble your battle things tonight, again- I may
have a task for you in the morning."


"Very well, Merlin," Mona replied without questioning him why.
She smiled, thinking that already, perhaps, Merlin was showing
her favor. Mona happily rushed off to gather her things.














Neeria

The woad fighter pulled the blanket up around herself again
and laid back down on the dirty straw. She'd just relieved
herself in the far corner of the cell. She'd tried to hold it
as long as she could and when she couldn't any longer, she
tried to make it so it didn't run back down to where she had
to sleep. In the dark and dampness and with so many horrid
smells, Neeria couldn't tell if she'd succeeded or not. She
was convinced that Tris-tan would not come back. She couldn't
blame him and in fact she respected him. He'd been kind even
though she knew that he hated her. But he was a soldier with
orders and that, Neeria could understand. Despite herself, she
smiled at the thought.

The woad wondered if Merlin was planning to come for her.
Probably not - it was far too dangerous and she knew her
shan-ti well. He would not risk lives for the sake of one.
Neeria sighed and drew her legs to her chest and laid in the
fetal position. She was growing weaker from lack of food and
water. She was also losing the will to live. "Mikel, I will be
with you soon," she whispered into the darkness. Just then, a
key slid into the lock and her cell door creaked open.

"Hey woad!"

Neeria squinted against the light from the open door. It was
the guard.

"I don't think that knight's coming back fer ya t'night. How
'bout you climb on me lak ya did 'im?"

And then he laughed an evil laugh as he entered the small
room.
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Author: sabor ice
Date: Tue Apr 15, 2008 10:16 pm
Alina


Malcus
 
"Maybe not, lady, I beg your pardon. I thought
we'd...met...before."


Alina just stood there looking slightly puzzled as Malcus
stepped away, with a sour-puss look to him, as if he had just
suddenly caught a whiff of something bad. He replied brusquely
and then retreated back to his table without another word,
leaving Alina in a stupor over what had just happened.

What had that been all about?, she wondered.

Arching a brow, she glanced after him a moment in
consideration, half expecting him to return in order to
explain himself further to her, but he just kept idly chatting
with his companion and occasionally glancing her way. She
dismissed the entire odd encounter and finally seated herself
at her table, her back now to Malcus and the other soldier.

After finishing her stew, Alina left some coins on the table,
collected her parcel for Galahad, and made ready to leave the
tavern again. It was only after turning around that she noted
the soldier from before was still staring at her, his features
unfathomable. Again, she dismissed his odd behavior, but as
she tried to leave, Malcus strung his legs together across
another stool in front of him, blocking her path. She pursed
her lips.

"Please. Just let me pass," Alina then said, with quite a
civil tone to her request, although she was in no mood to play
any games tonight.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Wed Apr 16, 2008 7:36 am
Merlin


Mona
 
"Very well, Merlin."


She was gone off to prepare her things, a happy smile on her
face, before Merlin could say anything more. There was one who
was eager to do his bidding- a good thing indeed. Mona was a
loyal warrior- as loyal as Neeria, he would have said only a
short time ago.

But was Neeria loyal? It was hard to picture her otherwise-
her words, as reported by Mona, must be ruse, mustn't they?
Merlin shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. It was
all a complicated- and delicate- situation; but one thing that
might well reveal all was the condition Neeria was found in
when they Ash and the others- now likely to include Mona-
found her in the fort. If was well-cared for, held in any kind
of esteem, that would indicate treachery- while wretched
conditions, while bad for Neeria, would probably indicate that
she had been less than cooperative after all. But what did she
hope to accomplish by all this?

Merlin sighed, scrubbed at his forehead with one hand, and
began to trudge over to the fire where Juna still stood. He
was tired- he needed sleep. Sleep might very well bring
enlightenment from the Gods as well- something that Merlin
felt he sorely needed now. And Juna, his other source of
enlightenment for the day, would be a very good addition to
that sleep indeed.

He was almost there now; a couple more steps and he came up
behind her, wrapping an arm assuredly and silently about her
waist, pulling her towards him. He bent his head to the
junction between her neck and shoulder and took a deep breath
of her always-slightly-medicinal scent.

"Come to bed," he whispered in her ear, his breath warm and
his rough beard scratching lightly against her smooth skin.
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Wed Apr 16, 2008 9:19 am
Mirtha


Tristan
 
"Thanks"


Mirtha nodded his head once more looking at the scout and left
the stall as he saw the man reaching for a brush... Mirtha had
more duty this evening yet. Some horses were really badly
hurted. Some will never be able to ride to battle. Sarmatian's
horses were in good state... tired but with water and some hay
they will be just fine...

Stable master went through the stables looking in the stalls
checking if everything was in order. He will have to give his
report to commander, he assumed, soon.

His eyes caught Ione's for a moment before he went on... He
sent her a hesitant little smile before moving on.
Evening came swiftly... the day was full of work since the
knights came back.. But it was coming to an end finally.
Mirtha looked around deciding if it was ok for him to rest a
little... If it was alright for him to take his hidden bottle
of strong wine and get himself drunk. It seemed that almost
everyone was out by now. It was late. His helps went to their
rooms for rest... but Mirtha himself hadn't any mood for an
empty room. He went to the stall with Tei inside... smiled
upon his friend and patted his companion on the side of his
large head.

"Hello there, friend..." he whispered to him and passed his
horse to the place where he hidden the bottle.

Sighed as he oppened it and took large sip of liquid inside.
It was strong.... good.

He spent the rest of the time drinking that bottle... he
noticed Tristan leaving the stables and soon after him Ione
came to the doors. Not completely knowing what was he doing
Mirtha came to stand in stalls door, leaning with his one arm
over the stalls wall with bottle in his other hand... bottle
was almost empty, only one sip of strong Roman wine left in
it.

"You're leaving?" he asked in his hoarse voice, making his
effort not to sound too drunk.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Wed Apr 16, 2008 9:58 am
Ione


After Tristan had left, Ione made ready to do the
same....mainly because she needed to check on the Weaver's
shop and assess the damage to the merchandise as well as the
shop itself. She had her cloak on and clasped with the brooch
Galahad had given her as a Winter Solstice. She heard Mirtha
checking out the stables, and she looked up to see him give
her a slight smile. Ione returned it, then went back to check
on Tarik once more. With the mare pregnant, she wanted to make
sure that she did not get ill....

...Some time passed and the evening was getting darker except
for the tourches that were lit outside. She came out of the
stall, closed it, and said something to Tarik in Welsh.
Looking around, she could hear Mirtha but couldn't find him.
the stable master's voice seemed to come from one of the
stalls though it was faint and she could not make out what was
said. Ione heard other noises, but they were odd and
undecipherable in the dimming light of the stables. The Weaver
scowled, then just decided to head for the door anyway...

Then stopped as she heard the noise again, and this time it
sounded like the rustling of hay. Curious, Ione moved closer a
bit, then froze as she saw Mirtha standing at a stall door
leaning aginst the wall of the stall with a bottle in his
hand. Ione took a step back slightly as she noted the odd look
on Mirtha's face...One she had seen on some of the customers
in the tavern. It was easier to handle men who drank alot in
the tavern as there were the knights to protect her, but she
had never...

The first time Javier and I almost made love...in the shop...

Mirtha
 
"You're leaving?"


Ione could not take her eyes off the man, and tried to assess
what was best: He could outrun her no doubt, and screaming was
not an option. Ione replied, keeping her voice calm,
"Er...yes....it is late, Mirtha..." Protectivly, her hand went
to her stomach inside her cloak so he could not see...
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Wed Apr 16, 2008 10:40 am
Derfel


Gods, how much he’d missed Linnesse’s beautiful smile and the
sweet scent of her hair…and everything about her. Derfel
groaned appreciatively as Linnesse pressed even closer against
him.

Linnesse
 
"There was a fever- it started just after you left. A
few died, but most recovered. I must have caught it from
the patients. Linnette hardly left my side."


Derfel gently stroked at Linnesse’s hair while intently
listening to her explain the details about her illness. He
silently thanked the gods for sparing his lover’s life and for
Linnette’s devotion to her sister’s care in his absence. Had
Derfel returned to find he’d lost….well, he refused to even
think of such a tragedy.

Linnesse
 
"How did things go for you? How's your leg?"


“Leg is pretty good…didn’t give me any trouble,” Derfel
answered the easiest question first. Physically, he had faired
quite well on the mission. Just a few bruises and scratches
that he’d mostly all but forgotten already…thus no need to
mention.

But how things went….THAT was a complicated and difficult
matter to put into words.

Derfel sighed through his nose and briefly dropped his gaze to
follow Linnesse’s tiny fingers as she returned her hand to his
waist. He then glanced over at the brazier and satisfied that
the flames would keep the tiny room warm for hours yet,
decided to stretch out in the small bed with Linnesse before
he’d begin his long tale of discovery and loss.

“Are you sure you want to hear all this tonight, luv?” Derfel
asked while carefully shifting beside Linnesse; situating them
both so that he could lay down flat on the mattress at her
side. Derfel then pulled the blankets up to cover them and
wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

“You need your rest….it can wait till mornin’…honest,” Derfel
continued before pressing his lips to Linnesse’s cheek. “But
if your up for it now….I sure do need help in making sense of
it all….” His voice trailed off as he nuzzled against the side
of Linnesse’s face. Gods…it would help to just get it all out,
but Derfel was concerned that perhaps it would be better to
encourage Linnesse to sleep first. A young stable boy had
delivered Derfel’s saddlebags before he had even made it back
to their room tonight, and with those things was Aelle’s sword
still carefully wrapped in cloth. The necklace was still in
Derfel’s overcoat pocket which was draped over a chair. And
then there was all that his ‘brother’ had told him about their
father….and the words Aelle had spoken to Derfel in the final
moments before he had died. And surely she'd want to know all
that he could remember about Gedeon....and that loss alone
still brought a great deal of grief to Derfel's heart. He shut
his eyes and tried to figure out where to begin even should
Linnesse encourage him to talk about it now.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Wed Apr 16, 2008 12:33 pm
Malcus Barbattus


He'd had enough. The commander looked out the small window of
the tavern and noticed that it was snowing heavily, perfect
for a nice cozy evening. Malcus looked across the tavern at
his "date" for the evening and smiled again. Then, he turned
his attention back to Alina who had finished her meal and was
standing to leave.

"Titrus, my good man, I must leave you now. Enjoy the rest of
your evening as much as I plan to enjoy mine."

"Oy, sir!" Titrus grunted, half drunk out of his mind.

As Alina approached, Malcus stuck one of his long legs across
the walkway to block her from passing.

Alina
 
Please. Just let me pass,


Her lips were pursed and she appeared to be agitated. Malcus
gave Alina a penetrating stare, lowered his leg and stood up,
towering over her. Just then, the plump little wench walked up
beside Malcus and whispered heavily, "I'm finished, Malcus."
Still looking at Alina, Barbattus smiled and slipped his arm
around the fuller woman's waist and softly kissed her on the
mouth. When their lips parted, the wench gasped and clutched
her bosom - her eyes wide with adoration.

Barbattus looked back at Alina and said, "too bad you don't
remember me, love," and winked at her before gathering up his
cloak and walking out of the tavern, the young woman at his
side practically running to get out of there.
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