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A Bad Reputation (1x1 w/PoisonousIvee)

She made a noise. "The men are all.. well.. awful, if I can be so bold.. ugly, rude.." she shook her head. "Not the tall, handsome men that women talk about.."
 
"Women talk about tall han's'me men?" He asked with a small amused smile. She could watch him smile for the rest of her life.
 
She swallowed and nodded, her face red. "Y-Yes, around here at least.. the men seem to be scared of the same people, but they don't describe them as handsome.. raiders.. rogues, barbarians.." her heart was pounding in her chest
 
"An' I suppose th' women whisp'r about bein' whisked away with these... han's'me raiders, rogues, an' barbarians." He said, smirking knowingly.
 
She swallowed again and nodded. Like an open book. "A-A bit less.. well, reserved, than just 'whisked away' but.. generally, yes.."
 
"Are ye one of them?" He asked, "We don' ev'n know each oth'r's names." His tone was teasing, playful even.
 
She was. She was miserable. But running away with a stranger? Sure, he was kind, and.. tall.. and handsome.. no, no. She shouldn't be so impulsive. "What.. would I do..? If I went away..?" She askedm
 
"Well," He leaned back in his chair, "ye could own yer own land, tend yer own wares, do wha'ev'r ye wan'ed. Have any man er woman ye felt like havin'...be yer own p'rson really."
 
"Really..?" She asked. She liked working the shop, but she wanted more than just room and board. Part of her definitely wanted some kind of power. "I think.. I think I would like that.." she said.
 
Was she doing this? Was it really happening? She nodded slowly. "A..Alright. Alright, I will." She said.
 
He grinned, "Y'll have plenty of time t' figure out what ye wanna keep an' what ye wanna leave. Ye don' even have t' say g'bye t' anyone if ye don' wan'." He told her.
 
That was something she dreaded. In truth, maybe that would be for the best. She nodded again. "I'll have my things packed in a few crates.. just some clothes and things to trade.." she said.
 
He smiled and nodded, "Ye won' regret it. I give ye full permission t' beat th' shit out of anyone who gives ye trouble."
 
She smiled and laughed. As soon as they were finished, she began packing her things in crates, and had him help her move them to the ship.
 
The men helped her with what looked heavy, saying it wasn't out of disrespect or that she couldn't do it on her own, but it was more the polite thing to do. The ship was beautifully crafted, nothing like she had ever seen built here.
 
Was she going to heaven? At least two dozen large men being polite? This couldn't possibly be real.
 
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