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"And then I took an arrow to the leg..." [NF & MT]

He couldn't resist grinning down at her. "I can think of other ways you can reimburse me for the candles. Besides, we'll need all the coin we can spare to get you properly kitted out for travel. And let's face it - Dragon Bridge doesn't strike me as the kind of place that many adventurers spring from. You'll need good shoes, warm clo..."

He stopped, and burst out laughing.

"Listen to the Redguard tell the Nord how to dress for winter. It seems that the only reason I stayed in Dragon Bridge is about to leave, so I think it's time for me to check out of the tavern. Assuming that they've not already been through my belongings and stolen my valuables"
 
A very small smirk twinged her lips as he spoke of other ways she could repay them. She had a feeling she knew what those ways were and to be honest, she could use a release. He had his, but all she got from that experience was a sexy memory. When he spoke of her getting new clothes she looked down, surprised. Why did she need shoes? What was wrong with her clothes? She brushed her hips thoughtfully, feeling slightly offended. But then he was the adventurer, not her, so perhaps she would let it slide.

"I would not be concerned. Baor is a bear of a man but he is an honest one. You go check out, I need to pack my things. Besides... I do not wish to see them right now." She was slightly surprised they were leaving tonight. It was then and only then that she noticed his leg had fully healed. Her lips pursed thoughtfully as she looked him over a moment. "Then... we are heading to Solitude?" She really spoke the question only to herself. She thought she would have more time but he seemed eager to get on the road. Her fingers rubbed her cheek gently before moving to a chest in the kitchen and pulling out a somewhat sturdy bag to bring with her. Her first stop was her bookshelf. She grabbed a few books in particular and set them in the very bottom before moving to her clothes chest and packing further, perhaps more than she needed since he already told her none of her clothes were suitable. She did not put shoes on, but she did pack some. She grabbed a few other odds and ends her small savings for one, and waited on the front porch for him to return with her bag that he would probably end up carrying for her.
 
"Solitude it is." and with that, he made his way back to the inn. As with his previous entrances, the cozy common room became silent and all eyes turned to focus on him. He said nothing as he went to the now familiar room. What clothing that was still usable he repacked. His appearance now looked even more eclectic, having added some Nord-made travelling gear, and leather armour. It didn't mix in any aesthetic sense, but then you don't wear armour to look pretty - you wear it to stay safe.

A thick fur-lined cloak. He had no clue what animal had kindly donated its pelt. Perhaps Lorelle would know? And then his pack, bulging with supplies. He looked, like he'd gotten dressed in the dark.

"So you're leaving us?" Baor asked.

"I am." to which there was a muttered 'good' from at least someone sat by the fire.

"Where ya headed?"

"Solitude"

"Ah, to catch a ship home, no doubt?"

That gave Kellen reason to grin, but he shrugged. "We shall see what fate has in store. You have been a gracious host." and he brought his blade up in salute.

And of course, that got the locals riled, but well. They'd probably assume he had kidnapped Lorelle. Better to remind them what normal Redguard steel looked like lest they decide to take a closer look on a dark trail later.

The walk back to her (now bright red) hut was invigorating, but his spirits fell when he saw the amount of stuff she planned on carrying. Well. She wasn't Ra-Gada, that was clear.

"Are you certain you need to take everything with us?"
 
Lorelle was sitting on her front porch when Kellen finally appeared packed and ready to go. He looked kind of odd with the different clothing he wore, but perhaps switching to a more local attire would assist him in dropping some attention he gathered with his exotic looks. Of course, his nationalism likely wouldn't allow that. She opted to smile instead of laugh at him, standing to meet him as he approached.

"It's not everything." She assured him quickly. "Just a few books, my clothes, some food, some water, it really is all necessary." She promised, finding nothing wrong with the amount of things she intended to bring with them. She took a few steps down the stairs, pausing to turn and look at her house. "It looks much better since you painted it, thank you."

A small part of her felt she should be concerned about leaving, worried, or perhaps frightened. The other part of her was excited and eager to leave, though. She always felt like she did not belong in this place... and she was excited to get to know the redguard from Hammerfell more. She could not have better company.

She cleared her throat and walked down the walkway to get on the main path. "There are signs we can follow all the way there... but a map would help. I don't suppose you have one of those though..." Her voice trailed off, slightly smug as she took a hit at his preparedness to traverse the Skyrim lands.

"I am excited to see Solitude. I have heard many stories of its beauty and bustling stores... Perhaps I can find books that will help me."

Oh joy, more books...

And so their adventure truly begun.
 
He produced the map he'd bought on the southern border. Dragon Bridge wasn't even marked on it.

"I had assumed Solitude to have been metaphorical. As in, here is a place you can go if you wish to find solitude. We do not name cities after abstract nouns where I am from. Still, I think the path would suit us well. On a small rise, he turned to look back at the hamlet they'd just left.

"The first time I left home was when I was... well. Very much younger. Barely more than a child. It is not an easy thing to leave behind all that you have known, but it takes you into a wider world. Travel broadens the mind, so they say. But all it does is remind me how cold your lands are. I've seen much here that I do not understand. I have no shame in admitting my ignorance; it would be shameful to remain ignorant."

He was making quite a brutal and uncompromising pace, clearly he had places to go, and ... oh. She was left behind again.

"I take it that I am going too quickly?"
 
She lit up with surprise when he pulled out the map and laughed softly when he explained that he did not realize Solitude was an actual name. He was so lost out here it was cute, but she supposed if she were out here on her own she would not fair much better on her own. She listened to him speak on about the first time he left home. It made her wonder how old he really was. Older than her, clearly, and more experienced without a shadow of a doubt. She adjusted her bag on her back, bouncing everything up to let the weight off of her back, breasts bouncing with it, before the crushing weight of her items landed back into place. She was starting to fall behind just slightly.

"Uh, yeah. Just a little." She laughed not seeming to mind. There was no hiding her inexperience. She hoped he could understand but she was sure he was far more prepared his first time out than she was. In her dress, no shoes, bag full of things that more than likely weren't quite as necessary as she thought.

"I'll learn." She assured him dismissively before smiling with good spirit. "So tell me more about your life back home." She liked it when he spoke, it was relaxing.
 
"Home? Well. I know little of the armed forces here, but at home they were... rather different. The imperials fight like a pack of wolves - working together. We fight as do the sharks in the bay; alone, and often selfishly. We do not stand and fight in ordered lines, but ... well, you get the idea. I was not from a prestigious family of good standing and strong name. And so it was not... pre-ordained that I would walk the path I did. I spent time as a sailor, working the coast in small, fast ships." he turned to look at her, realising that he was pulling ahead, and slowed again.

"The feeling of freedom you have as the sails fill, and sun-flecked water dances into surf is... I would imagine it is like flying. But such things, such freedom is rare. I fell into the service of another family as a ... the world literally translates as Hand. A trouble-shooter, a retainer. I think the unflattering view is a mercenary. But I understand the huscarls here serve a similar role?" a shrug.

"Service and work provided opportunities to demonstrate skill, to earn renown and coin. I never had a head for politics, but my sword-siblings did. They took the opportunities that presented themselves and made names in their own rights." and he realised he was pulling ahead again.

"Here, you should go first, I think as otherwise I will simply outpace you constantly." and it meant he could admire her behind.

"It was not particularly glamorous work, but I got by. That was until... well. I did not choose to become how I am. Or..." another pause. "I thought I was following orders, doing my duty. I had no idea it would result in this... this change. And now I have no name, no honour." he spat the sour taste from his mouth and raised his eyes back to the path. Well, her behind.

"I tend to become bitter about this. Your pardon. I don't know what you wish to hear about Hammerfell. I don't think I'm much of a storyteller. It is nice, though, to have someone other than the wind to talk with. What would you wish me to speak about?"
 
It may not have looked like she was listening to his story but she was. She was fascinated by the outside world, really anything outside of Dragon Bridge interested her. She always dreamed of this day, the day she could step outside of Dragon Bridge borders and really begin living. She did not fancy herself an adventurer, but she did not fancy herself a tavern girl either.

She purses her lips as he told her o move ahead and quickly did so. She was holding him back and she could tell. Hopefully with time she would improve. She would, she promised herself that and him though he wouldn’t know.

“You are a man who made himself.” She acknowledged with a nod. “I admire that... you could do it again you know.” She glances back at him, hinting that perhaps if he fancied he could stay in skyrim.. make a name for himself. A bigger, better one if he wanted. But that was or him to decide.

“Hmm...” she considered aloud as he asked what she wanted him to talk about. “Do you often carry pretty women in your homeland?” She asked casually. In the time it took for him to get confused by her question she stopped walking, turned around and took a mighty leap. Her arms wrapped around him tightly as well as her legs, dress testing the boundaries in the slit in her dress. She laughed loudly and tried scrambling up him more, trying not to kick him in anything important as she did so.
 
"Do I..." he didn't have a chance to finish his question, let alone answer hers. When she grappled him, she could feel his muscles tense, as if expecting an attack. But he wrapped a powerful arm around her and lifted her so that she was draped over one shoulder. She wasn't all that heavy, in the grand scheme of things, but the bag she carried end up jammed uncomfortable against the side of his head.

"I've not yet carried a pretty girl here either." he said in a sotte voce, innocent-sounding voice. "Only a beautiful one."

He had to slow down little, and carrying everything was quite tiring. It was all those fucking books she'd insisted on bring. When they got to Solitude, he'd find, buy, or steal a horse. Still, as he walked he made the interesting discovery that...

"Lorelle? You're... not wearing anything under your dress...."

There was a mixture of curiosity, desire, and entertainment. It lead inevitably to him using the hand that was holding her in place to snake a little lower to snatch at the hem as it moved in the light breeze and as a result of their movement. And then to tug it up.
 
She cackled happily as he struggled a moment to get a hold of her and then threw her over his shoulder with a sudden ease. The difference in their age, (or at least their maturity), was never more evident than in this moment. He always seemed to be all work, while she on the other hand was more interested in play. He could be persuaded into play too, however it seemed to be a different kind of play than she was used to. Then he called her beautiful... she couldn't fight a soft blush followed by a wide grin. He could be debonair when he wanted to it seemed... when the beast was sleeping soundly that is.

Her hands hung down his back, a few strands of hair hanging down in her face as he carried her. Then he posed his question, her look turned devilish. "No, it seems that I'm not." As his hand began to sneak lower she lifted an eyebrow and tilted her head to the side. "Kellen..." She spoke as a playful warning. "What are you-" And then he did it, he tugged up the hem of her dress and revealed her tight little butt to the world. "HEY!" She cried out, wiggling widely on his shoulder and laughing loudly. "What are you doing?! Someone could walk by!" But she honestly didn't seem terribly upset about it. She felt a wetness grow between her legs at the thought of her rear end being exposed, the gentle air tickling her most delicate areas.

She was at his mercy now it seemed as he paraded down the road with her, rear end hanging out for the world to see.
 
"In which case, they'll assume I've kidnapped you, and I'm dragging you off to my ship. And then i'll sell you into a life of slavery, or worse. So they'll valiant try and rescue you from the big, cruel, evil Redguard. And you'll be screaming..."

He cleared his throat and then did his best impression of her accent. It was terribly...

"No! I don't want to be saved! I like the idea of living a life of debauchery! I have too much bauchery, and I need some removed!"

He gave up his impersonation because he couldn't hold back the laughter, deep, and booming. This made his entire torso shake, which in turn did interesting things to her body. As he walked, his hand came to rest on her buttock. She really did have a nice behind, and he idly started to squeeze and caress it. This certainly made walking much easier and more distracting.

"Or, if we happen across some of my countrymen, they would say something like..."

And this time he switched to the broadest, most stereotypical desert-dwelling cliche accent he could manage.

"You have done well in your hunt for Nord cunny. She has a very fine butt, for a white woman"

He made no move, however, to put her down.
 
She couldn't help but to roll her eyes as he painted stories of passerbys trying to rescue her and her refusing saving because she was so in love with her life being a whore. Her hands sprawled on his back, tracing tiny circles while she regretted letting him pick her up, but she couldn't fight the small smile on her face. Kellen seemed to be making a sport out of rubbing, squeezing and tantalizing her rear end.

Her mouth fell open when he changed the scenario to the fake passerby being one of his countrymen. She laughed loudly and smacked him on the back. "Kellen! They would not say that!!" She wiggled on his shoulder but did not make too much of a fuss to be put down. "You cannot carry me forever Kellen, put me down and I'll walk. I promise." She poked her bottom lip out in a pout. "No more jumping on you..."
 
"What makes you think I want to put you down just yet? I might quite like having you up here. I might like having you try and jump me..."

Truth be told, that the combined weight of both of their packs, his weapons, and her was starting to tell. He continued for another twenty paces before lowering her back to her feet. The path hadn't markedly improved. Dirt and stones.

"What happens, though, when I decide I want you to carry me, hmm?" he turned to face her and lowered himself into a pose that made it look like he was about to leap at her. Given the size difference, it would've been more of a body-tackle than anything else. The look on her face made him laugh and he resumed walking.

"Well. Tell me what you know of Solitude-the-place. I think any Nord would know of solitude-the-noun - this place lends itself to it"

His attention to her behind had meant that he'd taken his eye off the horizon. And it looked as though a stormfront was rapidly approaching.

"The weather in Hammerfell is predictable. Hot and dry during the hot and dry season. Hot and wet during the hot and wet season. None of this storms and blizzards blowing up out of nowhere. We should seek shelter..."
 
She sighed loudly and dramatically as he denied her request to put her down. She laughed as he spoke of having her jump him... and then he set her down and turned the tables. Her jaw dropped at the very idea of his full weight and stature leaping to her, expecting her to carry him about. And then he looked like he might actually do it! She screeched aloud and side-stepped away quickly. When he only laughed and resumed walking she sighed a sigh of relief and offered a small laugh as she adjusted her bag and moved to follow him so they could resume her walk.

"About Solitude, hmmm..." She began to tell him everything she knew, which honestly wasn't much beyond what she had read or heard from others that had actually been there themselves.

They walked for several hours after that and Lorelle hung in there surprisingly well. They had just passed a roadsign and were walking alongside a mountainside. She frowned and came to a hault when a crack of thunder lit up the otherwise dark sky. Clouds had been following them for the last hour and it seemed they were heading directly in it. She looked over to her travelling partner with a concerned expression.

"What should we do? It's getting pretty bad... just walk through it?" It seemed dangerous... But then Kellen was likely used to danger.
 
"You're asking me? We don't get mountain storms where I'm from, mostly because we lack the mountains. But from the look of it, I think seeking shelter would be a good idea. I have no desire to get blown off a mountain..."

Blown on a mountain, now that was something else entirely. The idea made him smirk, lifting his normally serious expression.

"There" he gestured to what looked to have once been a waterfall. Perhaps it would be again when the winter came. Not that it ever seemed to have left. But beneath the rocky overhang was a darkness that suggested depth rather than mere shadow.

"Either that, or we huddle under a tree. Knowing my luck, however, it'll be struck by lightning. But given the rapport you seem to have with animals, I had assumed you were more of a woodsman. Woodswoman? What's the expression...?"
 
Lorelle quite wanted to fall over when he seemed as stumped about the weather as she did. So much for her knowledgeable adventurer! She watched him with a look of suspicion which only faded when he began to reason that he didn't want to be blown off a mountain. That seemed like a safe and sound concern. She nodded in agreement and looked to the cave he had pointed out. As if on cue rain suddenly released from the skies. The droplets were particularly engorged this day and particularly tenacious. She couldn't help but to laugh as it soaked through her hair rather quickly.

"We should go quick!" Her words were almost a yell as to reach his ears over the sound of the rain, any other conversation about animals having been lost to the elements. She quickly took off to run to the cave, pausing only when she reached the threshold and was no longer collecting rain in her already soaked hair. She looked around the dark cave while she lifted a hand to release her hair from the tie.

"We'll need a fire." She noted to Kellen, sliding her bag off of her shoulder and setting it on the floor of the cave. A chill quickly ran up her spine as the rain seemed to soak right through her. "It's cold." She looked to him expectantly.
 
"Which is why I always carry flint and tinder. Maybe not enough to start a proper fire, but enough that we'll not freeze to death."

He had gathered a few branches from the wind-deformed shrubs and trees, and he started to break them into more manageable chunks; the snap, snap, snap of wood filled the small cave space. From the look of it, it might have been a bear cave or something long ago. There was some debris towards the back of the cave - a few long desiccated bones. But it didn't have to be perfect - it just had to be dry.

"Open my pack. You'll find food and blankets"

And indeed, he'd actually ended up stealing - probably by accident - one of the blankets from the tavern in Dragon Bridge. There were two blankets and one treated fur of some kind. The one she didn't recognise was from further south, embroidered with intricate blue and purple needlework. By now, they all just smelled of him.

"The key thing here is to keep as dry as we can, and then to keep as warm as we can. Which means..." he looked up from his fire-lighting attempts.

"You'll have to take your dress off. Or I can happily come rip it off you if you'd rather...?"
 
As Kellen went about making the fire she couldn't help but grin to herself a bit. For being such a beastly man he sure didn't mind practically taking orders. She watched him work diligently to start a small fire, or something like it, before moving to his bag and kneeling in front of it. "Don't you think you've destroyed enough of my clothing?" Was her dry response, looking at him pointedly. Perhaps she was still a bit sour about that night of lost control. Perhaps not. With Lorelle it was sometimes difficult to tell. "But do you have a change of clothing? I don't think I'll have anything that will fit you... I did bring a few blankets..." She rambled thoughtfully to herself as she dug out a couple of blankets and a little bit of food.

She closed his bag and moved to the fire, setting one blanket on the ground with the food. The other blanket she sprawled on the ground next to the fire for her to sit on. She was no adventurer, that was clear to see. She was however quite nice to look at and that itself had its own value.

"Do you think it will pass by morning?" She stood on the blanket and grabbed her now soaked dress at the hem and carefully peeled it up her body. It was almost soaked through already, it was disgusting. The wet fabric dragged across her thighs as she raised it, her pussy as it passed, got caught on the swell of her hips and as it moved on upwards, caught her breasts and caused them to bounce out as they freed themselves. She threw the wet dress on a nearby rock and folded her arms to try and warm herself. "I can't believe it moved in so fast... " Droplets of water rolled down her body from her wet hair, sliding down her back and over her naked rump. She shook her head dismissively and moved to the mouth of the cave to grab her bag.

"I brought a few nightgowns." The comment was mostly to herself as she wandered back over and kneeled on the blanket to root around inside of her bag. That did however beg the question: what didn't she bring?
 
"I have some, but the point is that we leave the fire burning over night enough that our clothes are dry."

He had been watching her undress, and she could already see the effect she had on him. He was drinking the sight of her body in like a man in a desert might drink fresh water. He then turned his attention back to the soon-to-be-fire and coaxed a little more until... there. It flared into flickering orange and red light.

He went to pick up her dress and positioned it on rocks so that it could slowly bake over night. And then he added his own gear to it. His cloak had taken most of the torrent, and so he left it draped on the rocks as well. And then he turned to face her and his undressing was more for show than for practicality. First his vest and armour into a small pile. And then his shirt. He wasn't blind to the way she stared at him. In fact, he rather liked it. It was in stark contrast to the way the others saw him.

And then his leggings. He was already hard by the time he pulled them off and then came to join her on the blankets, wearing absolutely nothing.

"Generally, one doesn't bring night-gowns when travelling rough."
 
She pulled out a nightgown, this one almost identical to the one he had ripped off previously and shut her bag. She turned around to move to the blanket but gave pause when she noticed him pulling the cloak off of his body to discard it. Her eyes watched him greedily for a moment, the flames of the fire reflecting in her deep blue eyes ever so slightly. She stood there naked, dress clenched tightly in her hands, and clenching tighter. When the first show of skin came about she shook her head and moved to have a seat on the blanket. She lounged back and rested her elbows underneath her, watching the fire for a moment before looking back at him. It was toxic, she couldn't look away. She watched his show, albiet somewhat reserved, but gave no notion of interest with her expression. Her eyes betrayed her though. Her eyes made it clear she was one step closer away from a blush, or a giggle. Her lips pursed when his manhood popped into existence. She looked away and back to the fire.

He was unlike any man she had ever met before and not just because of their cultural differences. He was heavy on the comments, appeared to want to woo her in some shape form or fashion, and yet he was so demanding of her sexually despite having shown no real interest in anything beyond their current arrangement. Most men she met were afraid to even look at her for too long, and she had so many proposal offers it was almost disgusting. He was quite the opposite of anything she had ever known.

As he took a seat next to her she looked over at him and released her nightgown from her clenched fist to drop on the ground beside her. "Just because it is a rough journey doesn't mean I have to rough it." She reasoned to him with a small shrug of her shoulders. "I can't just wear the same clothes all day..." It seemed there were some comforts she was not yet willing to do away with. Her eyes slipped against her will and ran from his face, down his chest, to his hard cock which stood erect in the air. She quickly looked back to his face as her flush deepened. She knew what he wanted... it was only a matter of time before he brought it up.. she would wait and see where this went.
 
He tilted his head to one side as he considered her reasons. "I think that I am fundamentally too lazy to carry around excess weight. Clothes are space that could be food, or blankets. I take your point, though. When we get to Solitude, I shall look like a hobo, and you like a lady." he eyed her again. "Not, I think, that you need clothing to signify that - you demonstrate your nobility through action"

It took him a few moments to arrange the blankets, furs, and makeshift bedroll into something suitably warm. It looked increasingly like a wolf preparing to sleep for the night in a trodden-down circle of grass. Their shadows were thrown into flickering relief by the fire as it quickly grew. He'd arranged so that the smoke didn't choke them, but instead filled the air of their small cave with the pleasant scent of fragrant hardwoods.

He sat cross-legged as he pulled out the cured meats and preserved fruits that made up his rations. "Here. Eat" he said, offering her his meal. He seemed utterly non-fussed by being so naked. In part it was upbringing, but also in part the assertion of his more lupine nature. But unlike her, he had no shame in watching her - in enjoying her physicality and presence.
 
Lorelle nodded her head from side to side as he explained his reasoning for not carrying as much stuff as she seemed to insist on. His points were not wrong, she would expect him to feel the way he felt about it as a seasoned warrior and adventurer, but it would not change her ways. She was particularly attached to certain creature comforts, her clothes, her books being among them. She also did not need to carry some of the gear that he did. She was not a fighter nor a warrior, she did not need weapons or armor. Her dresses suited her just fine.

She grinned as he spoke of her 'nobility'. "I demonstrate no such thing in any ways." She nudged her shoulder against his as she spoke the words. "But I appreciate you saying it." Her eyes fell across the campfire and to the cave wall. She was perhaps too hard on herself, perhaps not. "You will look like my guard, though." She grinned devilishly as she pointed out that small fact. "Perhaps you should fan me as I walk around and look angrily at anyone who nears me. I would think you'd find that quite easy." Since that was the face he wore most of the time anyway!

As he handed her the food she took it with some reserve, eyeing it a moment before looking back at him. It was not the nature of the food that seemed unappetizing but rather the fact that it was out of a bag and not a pot. This was one comfort she could not cling, she would have to adjust. "Thank you." She took the cured meat and took a small test bite.. it would do.

"Back home, what are the thoughts on premarital sex?" She asked as they settled down for a long, rainy night. "Here it is quite frowned upon." She pursed her lips a bit at the thought. "But you seem to have no qualms, if the way you look at me is any notion..."
 
"I can happily growl and snarl at anyone near you. But that's just how we say hello." and with that, he turned to look at her with an even frostier than usual glare and growl. Similar to, but very different from the growl he'd used the other night.

"The life we tend to live is hard - no, hard isn't really the right word. I'd say brutal most of the time. You take what pleasure you can, you take with whoever you deem worthy, and you do it in a manner that doesn't shame anyone. You don't boast or try and humiliate your partner. Given that everyone is heavily armed and knows how to use a sword, that would just end in needless duels. There are others, of course - those that think if you cannot defend something, you have no claim to it; their way could be summed up as you keep what you kill. It is this kind that tend to become mercenaries, and it is they that give us our reputation for savagery."

He turned his attention back to the fire as he considered this.

"But my people, those of us with this... curse? Well. I have not actually met any others save for those turned at the same time I was. I wouldn't know. But the stories I have heard are that they take what and how they want. But then they say the same things about Redguards. How do you feel about it?"
 
She couldn't help but to grin when he gave her that frosty, almost hateful glare and growl. She found him to be intimidating, but she was not afraid of him, not even in his beastliest of forms. Frankly, in all honesty, she found his intimidation a tad erotic. She had never met anyone anything like him before and not just because he was from such distant lands.

She listened to his explanation thoughtfully. She wasn't particularly surprised with his answer. Hammerfell sounded like a tough place, but in a way a more simple place. She would love to venture that far one day, it sounded like the adventure of a lifetime, but Skyrim was her home and she was not so certain about leaving it for long. One day they would certainly have to part ways, but hopefully when that day came her life would be better. She would be better. And she would have him to thank for that.

She looked surprised when he asked about her views on the topic. "Oh." She trailed off a moment. "Well you have to understand that my parents were very much old fashioned, they raised me that way. If they had their way about it they would have married me off to an older established farmer, or Baor perhaps." The thought made her inwardly cringe. "They felt you should save yourself for marriage and that marriage was for life, living any other way was sinful and you were nothing more than a sexual deviant. It is a nice thought and I would like to live my life that way, but marriage is not an option for me." She shook her head, stern about that fact. "I am far too dangerous to consider such an arrangement and all that comes with it." Kids... she couldn't live with herself if she had children only to... burn them.

"It is complicated."
 
"My people value tradition, but ours are founded in necessity for survival rather than prudery. I think you would make for a poor innkeeper's wife. Especially given your fondness for wearing low cut tops."

He finished his dinner and carefully put the bag away, tying it off and tucking it back into his bag. When he returned to the 'nest', he sprawled out on his side and then looked up at her intently. "Come, lie with me" he said, patting the space directly between him and the fire with one hand. With the other, he lifted the blankets up, ready to wrap the two of them up tightly in the fire's warmth.
 
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