Argis sighed, pointed another one of his dangerous glares towards Ondolemar, then took a step to the side. Ondolemar met his glance as he passed through the door. A ramp led upwards to the rooms of her home and Ondolemar followed it, but stopped when he reached the top, surprised by what he saw. It wasn’t really what he’d expected, and that made him somewhat disappointed. Not that he disliked her home, not at all; it would just have been easier for him to come here and do his job if it had been more of a cave covered with bear pelts. This was far from it - maybe not a palace, but still bigger than most private homes in Markarth. The biggest difference though was that this hose in reality was quite cozy, not as cold and unwelcoming. The entranceway from the door opened up in a great hall, which clearly was the center of the home. It was alive in a way that only a room in use could be: a dining table to the left, already made for a meal, a fireplace to the right where someone had been sitting reading recently. A book was left opened on top of a small table and a half empty mead bottle was placed beside it. The scents of food boiling in the pot over the fire made him realize that he’d forgotten to eat since early morning. He walked up to the table and took off his gloves, left them on the table-top as he grabbed a handful of dried snowberries. Behind his back he heard Argis and Hryssa continue their discussion. “I’ll be at the Silver-Blood, if you need me”, the man growled, apparently hoping for Ondolemar to hear his hidden threat, as if this would make Ondolemar behave nicely towards his matron. Not that it had anything to do with that big lump of flesh, but he would. Coming here on his own meant quite clearly that he was not planning to arrest her - he actually doubted that he would be able to. He really just wanted to hear for himself if this suspicion was true or not. It probably was though, despite this beautiful home that made him just want to sit down by the table and enjoy a sturdy meal in good company. Well, that last part might be his hunger talking. He put some of the berries in his mouth and chewed; the both sour and sweet taste filling his mouth before he swallowed. “That sounds like a great idea, Argis”, he heard Hryssa say behind him, her hoarse voice calm as usual, “why don’t you bring that cute girl you’ve been talking about. What’s her name?” “Muiri”, the big man said, and Ondolemar turned around and returned to the top of the ramp just in time to see him blush just lightly.
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Re: What happens in Markarth stays in Markarth 13
Date: 2015-08-08 11:56 am (UTC)Behind his back he heard Argis and Hryssa continue their discussion.
“I’ll be at the Silver-Blood, if you need me”, the man growled, apparently hoping for Ondolemar to hear his hidden threat, as if this would make Ondolemar behave nicely towards his matron.
Not that it had anything to do with that big lump of flesh, but he would. Coming here on his own meant quite clearly that he was not planning to arrest her - he actually doubted that he would be able to. He really just wanted to hear for himself if this suspicion was true or not. It probably was though, despite this beautiful home that made him just want to sit down by the table and enjoy a sturdy meal in good company. Well, that last part might be his hunger talking. He put some of the berries in his mouth and chewed; the both sour and sweet taste filling his mouth before he swallowed.
“That sounds like a great idea, Argis”, he heard Hryssa say behind him, her hoarse voice calm as usual, “why don’t you bring that cute girl you’ve been talking about. What’s her name?”
“Muiri”, the big man said, and Ondolemar turned around and returned to the top of the ramp just in time to see him blush just lightly.