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Erit of Eastcris
Low-Rent Poet
- Joined
- Jan 10, 2014
- Location
- Elsweyr (California)
The song of blue-jays and the sense of sunlight breaking through the curtains to fall upon his face was a fairly pleasant waking for the man who laid in bed in an inn that called itself "The Rusted Salmon", a faint scent of ale and eggs wafting up through the floor-boards to inform Lewin Calad's empty stomach that breakfast would be good. Storm-grey eyes opened and a broad, stubbled jaw cracked open in a groaning yawn, thick limbs with a mild dusky tan creaking with satisfied exhaustion as the former soldier stretched into a sitting position, or at least trying to. It was remarkably difficult to extricate himself from the embrace of his bedmate, the young woman whose name he didn't even know looking peaceful and content to lay on his broad and densely-muscled chest, certainly familiar with the sharp ends of things judging from the sparse patchwork of scars at varying degrees of age. On in particular, extending from his collarbone to just under his right arm, made it difficult to lift that arm above his shoulder most of the time. Another, older, more faded and presently hidden by the bedsheets and the body of his companion, wound its way from his left hip to the back of his knee, granting him a slight limp from when an axe-head had nearly taken the whole limb. He laid there for another moment, a small smile crossing his slender lips as he wallowed in the warmth of the woman atop him.
It was after that long, drawn-out moment that his belly protested its emptiness, and so Lewin gingerly lifted his bedmate from atop him, rising from the bed and dressing in the previous evening's attire of deep brown pants and boots, white shirt and green coat, flecks of red on the cuffs betraying the altercation last night that had ended with a woman bearing a fox's ears and tail crawling between the sheets with him. Her kind were prized for their exotic appearances, and had been hunted and exploited in many regions. But in Vitrun, the region that held the city of Pelloc which in turn housed the Rusted Salmon, there had been strict laws laid in place forbidding such trades. Hapless thugs with naught on their feeble mind but fortunes afar, however, were an omnipresent nuisance, and it was a cadre of such individuals which Lewin and his axe had left bloodied and humbled that night before ushering their would-be prey to within the walls of the city proper in the back of his cart, granting her some measure of protection while he attended to his own business of commerce in the city, selling off the many bales of wool he'd brought in and replacing them with barrels of salted trout fished up from the shores upon which Pelloc sat, named for the pelican birds which the fishermen used as guides to good harvest.
Once more fully dressed and decent, Lewin extended a hand towards the fox-lass lounging in bed still, giving her shoulder a mild shake. "There is breakfast to be had downstairs, little one," said the man of middling height but heavy build, "do you have plans to wake up for it?"
It was after that long, drawn-out moment that his belly protested its emptiness, and so Lewin gingerly lifted his bedmate from atop him, rising from the bed and dressing in the previous evening's attire of deep brown pants and boots, white shirt and green coat, flecks of red on the cuffs betraying the altercation last night that had ended with a woman bearing a fox's ears and tail crawling between the sheets with him. Her kind were prized for their exotic appearances, and had been hunted and exploited in many regions. But in Vitrun, the region that held the city of Pelloc which in turn housed the Rusted Salmon, there had been strict laws laid in place forbidding such trades. Hapless thugs with naught on their feeble mind but fortunes afar, however, were an omnipresent nuisance, and it was a cadre of such individuals which Lewin and his axe had left bloodied and humbled that night before ushering their would-be prey to within the walls of the city proper in the back of his cart, granting her some measure of protection while he attended to his own business of commerce in the city, selling off the many bales of wool he'd brought in and replacing them with barrels of salted trout fished up from the shores upon which Pelloc sat, named for the pelican birds which the fishermen used as guides to good harvest.
Once more fully dressed and decent, Lewin extended a hand towards the fox-lass lounging in bed still, giving her shoulder a mild shake. "There is breakfast to be had downstairs, little one," said the man of middling height but heavy build, "do you have plans to wake up for it?"
