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sunchime2020-06-04 10:25 pm
neverknocks) wrote in sunchime2020-06-04 10:25 pm
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and now for something completely different
It'd have been stupid not to take this job. Escorting along this route to Atlas City is easy money, and York needs the gold. But it's what she's escorting that really caught her attention. The caravan's owner is a wealthy merchant, and one brief glimpse at the merchandise promised a much better reward than a little sack of gold. Is he even aware just how old that magic amplifier is, nestled in various expensive baubles? They just don't make talismans like that anymore. Well, that's alright. York will relieve him of it and take it into the custody of someone who can really appreciate its merit.
And then transfer it into the custody of someone even richer than this guy.
She's not really offended that the merchant hired another bodyguard. Two is better than one, and the merchant had given her bad eye a slightly doubtful look. This other guy clearly makes up for whatever perceived shortcomings she might have, though. Stoic is a nice word for it, though she could really go for some conversation. Guy really likes to keep his hood up, too, though all that covering doesn't totally mask a face far from natural. She notices these things. It's a little hard not to. That sword of his is definitely no joke -- hell of a lot cool-looking than York's own short sword, admittedly -- and he's got the distinctive aura of an experienced sorcerer. She's not sure she'd care to test her magic against his.
"Don't you ever get hot in all that?" York asks him at the end of the first day with a gesture at his whole getup, taking the moment of quiet to get in a good stretch. The road is quiet, but then, it's only twilight. Plenty of nasty things prefer to come out in the dark. "Walking around all day in the sun wrapped up like a mummy -- that'd make anyone sweat. Or are you just not a sunshine and fresh air kinda guy?"
And then transfer it into the custody of someone even richer than this guy.
She's not really offended that the merchant hired another bodyguard. Two is better than one, and the merchant had given her bad eye a slightly doubtful look. This other guy clearly makes up for whatever perceived shortcomings she might have, though. Stoic is a nice word for it, though she could really go for some conversation. Guy really likes to keep his hood up, too, though all that covering doesn't totally mask a face far from natural. She notices these things. It's a little hard not to. That sword of his is definitely no joke -- hell of a lot cool-looking than York's own short sword, admittedly -- and he's got the distinctive aura of an experienced sorcerer. She's not sure she'd care to test her magic against his.
"Don't you ever get hot in all that?" York asks him at the end of the first day with a gesture at his whole getup, taking the moment of quiet to get in a good stretch. The road is quiet, but then, it's only twilight. Plenty of nasty things prefer to come out in the dark. "Walking around all day in the sun wrapped up like a mummy -- that'd make anyone sweat. Or are you just not a sunshine and fresh air kinda guy?"