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"Hehe, yea, that is indeed one of the false legends. Though, it is a funny one." Zaryn replied, laughing at yet anothe of these crazy legends about them.

"Well then, I'm curious now. What other legends have you hear about me? I can confirm whether they're true not." he added, as he continued along with his meal.

((Him not mentioning anymore about his money is intentional, as it's part of a future plot point I have planned. I can tell you now, if you wish. It's more part of his background, than the actual plot.))
 
"Well let me see..." she held up a finger for each of the tales she had heard told of him. "You keep a finger as a trinket from each of the vanquished opponents. Or was it a tooth you made into pieces of jewelry for your many lovers to show that they belonged to you? I always get that one a little mixed up

((She could not pry further into it so it's fine to keep it a secret for the time being))
 
((I know. I meant if you personally wanted to know, then I'd just tell you in OOC. Either way, even if I do tell you, she won't find out till a good bit later.))

"Well, that first one is..........mildly true. I do take something from an oppontent when I kill them. Not a body part though. Usually someting like a chip of their armor or weapon or some such. A minor trophy, more or less. Meant more as a reminded of past victories. And that toothe thing involving my lovers, is another completely false one. Only 'trophy' I have to remind me of past lovers is a bed that has come to creak alot." Zaryn replied, with a light laugh.
 
((Naw, I'd like to be surprised))

"Well I am certainly happy that I will not open a drawer somewhere one day and find it full of shriveled up fingers..." she told him with a smile upon her face as she took another bite of her meat. "I suppose then the tale of your secret hideaway in the woods for you demonic rituals to bring you strength are tall tales as well?"
 
((Will do. Kinda cheesy though, so you may be able to figure out yourself.^_^))

"The rituals, yes, are false. The hideaway in the woods.........not so much. Not really as much a hideaway as just a little place I know of tucked away that noone else seems to know of." Zaryn replied, laughing and enjoying himself/

"Nothing special. Just a little hot springs is all." he continued.
 
"Hmmm, no then it's false to what I have heard. It's spoken more of as some grand manor that people somehow overlook as it looms like a castle in the middle of the wood," she shook her head a little, "I suppose I thought have though about who crazy that sounded before asking." She sighed as she finished the last of her meat, "Well, that's all I have heard really though I am sure their are others out there about you."
 
"Yes, there's not telling just how many tall tales are really out there. Nothing to really think about, as I don't really care one way or another. People can say whatever they want, and make up stories if they desire." Zaryn replied.

"Best not to worry too much about what people think and just be you, whoever that is." he replied with a light shrug. Obviously he cared little for what people thought of him, even if he was incredibly famous.
 
"History is never written by the winners but by the losers..." she said, seeming to quote the saying from some wise person that had told the same thing to her as some time and place. "People will paint you a monster if you have wronged them or scorned them, even if you are a saint. Though... I doubt you are a saint either."
 
((I'm leaving for just a bit to head home, then eat. I'll be back on after once I get on my laptop.))
 
"Oh, I'm definitely no saint. That's quite obvious. I know of no saints who own servants and have told them flat out, they'll bed them." Zaryn replied. This.......relationship between them was quite an odd one. One moment, they seemed normal friends, the next, typical master and servant. It was complex, to say the least,.
 
She could not seem to find a proper response to his words and just nodded her head a bit, setting the now empty rod upon the ground near the fireplace. Complex was a good way to put it. Unconventional as well. Perhaps if he treated her more like a common servant, it might be somehow easier for her but now... were they friends? Were they not? It was hard to put a title about them.
 
Zaryn wasn't really surprised by her silence. It was easy to predict with the situation and his habit of saying whatever was on his mind.

"Tomorrow, will be an easy day, as we will use it to recuperate. We will not just stay in the house though. Since I was not prepared to have a servant when I went to the arena today, there are somethings I do not have that will be required, such as clothing for you, as you cannot just wear what you have on day in and day out and anything of mine, while you would be able to wear without it falling off, would be greatly oversized for you." Zaryn explained.

"And if you can think of anything specific you would personally need for your new role, feel free to mention it now, so that I can remember it for tomorrow." he continued, letting out a relaxed sigh. Nothing like ending a day with a full belly next to the fire.
 
"I don't really know what I would need," she said with a shrug, at a bit of a loss once again, "As I said before, I was raised by my father and he raised me more as a boy then a woman. I have not wore a dress since I was a child nor worried myself over things like other girls do. I suppose that means I will be a low maintenance slave for you."
 
"Not much of a problem. Not like I'm ever really invited to the social functions that nobles like to throw to show how rich they are. Generally, they just have me compete for entertainment and so their sexual repressed wives can oogle me and play out lecherous fantasies in their head." Zaryn replied. That was yet another aspect of being a warrior in the arena, especially as a slave. Rich people of any gender taking a liking to you and paying to have..........carnal relation with you. Then again, it wasn't that uncommon among slaves in general. And when it came to the female slaves, their owners usually just loaned them out like property.
 
The thought was suddenly crossing her mind then about if he would be like one of those perverted bastard's when it came to her body or not. She supposed that was just another down side to loosing in the arena. Sighing, she was starting to wonder if it just would have been easier to end up dead then this constant wondering of what he may or may not do with her. "I have heard about as much about the nobility as well. I've heard of the kinds of things that happen in... oh what are they called? The bath house? I've never been to one nor have an urge to submerge myself in such depraved public acts."
 
"Neither do I. The one time I visited one in my younger days was the last time. I kill people for a living, but there........I saw things I'd much like to forget." Zaryn replied with a sigh.

"But be at ease, I will never have you go to one, or give you like property to anyone. I like to keep what I own to myself. I am protective of such things and take care of my own." he continued, as casual as ever as he spoke of such things that would only serve to raise more questions about their unexpected........relationship.
 
It was a bit of a relief to hear him tell her of such things though she was not fully certain yet if she could trust his word or not. He was, after all as she kept telling herself, a total stranger.

She us unable to hold back a small yawn, the stress of the day truly catching up to her. She didn't really know how she felt about sleeping in a bed. Not because he was going to be in it with her but because she was not use to big plush beds like whatever he likely had up in his room. She hoped slipping on hard, lump surfaces all her life had not ruined her ability to sleep in a bed like he wanted her.
 
"Now that our bodies have had ample time to digest the meal, it sounds like we should retire for the night." Zaryn said, a light yawn coming from him as well. Perhaps the myth that yawns were constagious was true. He then stood up, stretching a bit before leaning over a bit and offering her a hand to help her up. He wasn't exactly mister polite, but she was still injured, and getting up with her injury could be quite painful and give her a really hard time trying to stand.

And indeed, he had a rather nice bed upstairs, quite big and soft. The best feature of which was the large fur blanket he used. Didn't look much, but it was one of the warmest, comfiest things there was. He didn't bother putting out the fire. It would burn itself out eventually. And in the mean time, would keep the whole house nice and toasty.
 
She was not exactly pleased about taking his offered assistance but he offered and it would be an insult not to take it. Taking his hand with one of her own her other hand wrapped around her midsection to hold onto her bruise ribs as she moved to her feet and used his strength to pull herself up to her feet. "Thank you," she told him, her hand stay were it was covering her bared skin. He had already seen it and would see all her skin sooner rather then later at some point.
 
Zaryn gave her a light nod as a non verbal "You're welcome" before heading down a nearby hallway, leading to his room. Seeing as how his home wasn't that big, there was no worry about her getting lost following him, especially since his room was just a few yards down the hallway. So, he stood at the door way, waiting for her to make her way over.

"You may sleep on which ever side you desire. I have no preference and do not move much in my sleep. So you will not need to worry about me rolling over and nudging you awake and such. I also do not snore, so unless you do, I believe we should be able to get a good nights sleep, provided the anxiety you no doubt feel over this whole situation doesn't keep you awake all night." he said, as he stood there.

((I'm gonna be turning in. Sleepy sleepy. So, see ya laters.))
 
"Well..." she stepped up to the bed, looking over it as she was clearing in thought. "I should sleep on the right since my wound it on the right side of my body. IF one of us happened to move in the night, there is less of a chance the bruise could get trapped between our two bodies like that. Does that make sense?"
 
"Makes perfect sense." Zaryn replied, wasting no time as he pulled back the covers, before sliding in. Then, he pulled back the covers on her side, inviting her to join him. Boy, was he ever tempted to take advantage of this situation. But, with her injured, she's no doubt feel even less pleasure than normal, as too much pain would be involved with akwardness.
 
She could not help but look upon him with a bit of wariness. She was after all about to climb into bed with him where there was not much between their bodies. She after all was still only wearing a few tight pieces of cloth wrappings and tight pants. She knew she could not refuse his bed, she just hoped the was good to his word and would let her be at least one night to let her soreness leave her before he took full advantage of his winnings. She moved to sit on the edge of the bed before slipping her legs under the covers and laying upon her back on her side of the bed.
 
Zaryn looked her over a moment, finding it hard to resist her, but he managed to keep himself under control as he pulled the covers up over his body, turning lightly onto his side so his back was to her. The less he saw and felt of that body this night, this easier to resist it'd be.

((Obviously, feel free to skip to the next morning.))
 
Once or twice over the night, Keelia rolled a little to far onto her side and woke herself from her sleep. It really was not the best night sleep with the wound, but by the morning it was feeling better. To bad she had woken every hour or two through the night and had tossed in the meantime on the soft mattress. It would take some getting use to. Come the morning, she woke the same way yet again and did not think that going back to sleep when the sun was already rising was not worth it, she turned her head to look to see how Zaryn was going with his sleeping.
 
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