[Sleepdeprived!anon apologizes for the wait] "And what brings you to the hall of the Companions?"
A male voice spoke behind her, and though his words were innocent enough, they were enough to shatter the skittish mage's nerves.
Spinning around with a repressed shriek, one of the mage's hands clamped over her mouth to help prevent said shriek. Removing her hand slowly, Nathalia took a deep breath to settle herself. "You scared me."
"My apologize- I didn't intend to sneak up on you." Now that her heart wasn't pounding a mile a minute, she could see the man in front of her was older, with grey hair; though his body seemed to be going, he still held an upright, dignified posture. "I am Kodlak, Harbinger of the Companions."
It takes her a moment to recall her brief knowledge of the Companions- she never did bother much with anyone outside the college. Harbinger. Not technically the leader, but he was for all intents and purposes, the head of this guild. There was suddenly another layer of nerves eating at her, like when the Arch-mage would calmly walk into a room of his practicing pupils and merely observe.
It would probably be a good idea if she started using her words as opposed to just awkwardly staring at anything that wasn't the man before her- While not typically one to shy away from eye contact, she was very nervous, and it was showing.
Huh, that was a lovely cobweb.
"I'm Nathalia. I have some...tasks," The young mage staggered along with her words, trying to not be so nervous as she realized her behavior could be misinterpreted for attempting to pull a fast one. "set by the Arch-mage. I'll need help, and was wondering if there was any way the Companions could help?"
It was naturally assumed this assistance would be rewarded with gold, so Nathalia didn't bother mentioning it.
The aging man nodded, before motioning that she follow him. Nathalia was quickly on his heels, turning her head to avoid the questioning gazes. Being led downstairs, she curiously gazed at any room they passed with an open door; they mostly seemed to be just bedrooms, with a larger room filled with smaller beds. They eventually made it to a table with two chairs, and Kodlak gestured with a hand that she sit down.
Promptly plopping into the chair, she watched him curiously, unsure of why they came down here. "I hope you don't mind my asking a few question- if I'm to send one of my own, then I'd like to know a few things so as to send the best match."
Releasing a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, Nathalia found herself nodding again. It wasn't as if her tasks were top secret; obviously one wouldn't want her announcing them to the world- but surely this would be alright.
"Do you prefer long range, or close combat?"
"Long range." Typical answer for a mage, of course- it was difficult to cast a spell with your opponent sitting right on top of you.
Kodlak nods. "How well can you hold your own?"
At this, the mage shifts around slightly. "I... Still have much to learn. I know how to use destruction in theory; but it's much more different when your opponent is ready to kill you." While hardly a teenage girl barely away from her mother's side, Nathalia felt at least that she was young enough for that to be acceptable for an answer.
The man's face remained impassive but still gentle, clearly wrapped in his own thoughts as she assumed he was ticking through his mental list of Companions.
"If it's not of a sensitive nature, might I ask what some of these tasks entail?"
"There's a few caves they wanted me to check, for any enchanted items. Some animals they wanted me to observe- and a few of the 'rarer' ingredients, though I'd mostly get those just by talking to the right people...."
He nods, looks like he's thinking again, before appearing to come to a conclusion.
"Based on what you said, I believe Farkas will be a good match for you- he has the skill and is quite experienced."
Curiosity nibbled lightly, naturally, as to what this Farkas was like. At the very least, she hoped he wasn't as foul tempered as some of the more seasoned warriors she'd come across.
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Before the Dawn 2a/?
Date: 2013-02-22 01:58 pm (UTC)"And what brings you to the hall of the Companions?"
A male voice spoke behind her, and though his words were innocent enough, they were enough to shatter the skittish mage's nerves.
Spinning around with a repressed shriek, one of the mage's hands clamped over her mouth to help prevent said shriek. Removing her hand slowly, Nathalia took a deep breath to settle herself. "You scared me."
"My apologize- I didn't intend to sneak up on you." Now that her heart wasn't pounding a mile a minute, she could see the man in front of her was older, with grey hair; though his body seemed to be going, he still held an upright, dignified posture. "I am Kodlak, Harbinger of the Companions."
It takes her a moment to recall her brief knowledge of the Companions- she never did bother much with anyone outside the college. Harbinger. Not technically the leader, but he was for all intents and purposes, the head of this guild. There was suddenly another layer of nerves eating at her, like when the Arch-mage would calmly walk into a room of his practicing pupils and merely observe.
It would probably be a good idea if she started using her words as opposed to just awkwardly staring at anything that wasn't the man before her- While not typically one to shy away from eye contact, she was very nervous, and it was showing.
Huh, that was a lovely cobweb.
"I'm Nathalia. I have some...tasks," The young mage staggered along with her words, trying to not be so nervous as she realized her behavior could be misinterpreted for attempting to pull a fast one. "set by the Arch-mage. I'll need help, and was wondering if there was any way the Companions could help?"
It was naturally assumed this assistance would be rewarded with gold, so Nathalia didn't bother mentioning it.
The aging man nodded, before motioning that she follow him. Nathalia was quickly on his heels, turning her head to avoid the questioning gazes. Being led downstairs, she curiously gazed at any room they passed with an open door; they mostly seemed to be just bedrooms, with a larger room filled with smaller beds. They eventually made it to a table with two chairs, and Kodlak gestured with a hand that she sit down.
Promptly plopping into the chair, she watched him curiously, unsure of why they came down here. "I hope you don't mind my asking a few question- if I'm to send one of my own, then I'd like to know a few things so as to send the best match."
Releasing a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, Nathalia found herself nodding again. It wasn't as if her tasks were top secret; obviously one wouldn't want her announcing them to the world- but surely this would be alright.
"Do you prefer long range, or close combat?"
"Long range." Typical answer for a mage, of course- it was difficult to cast a spell with your opponent sitting right on top of you.
Kodlak nods. "How well can you hold your own?"
At this, the mage shifts around slightly. "I... Still have much to learn. I know how to use destruction in theory; but it's much more different when your opponent is ready to kill you." While hardly a teenage girl barely away from her mother's side, Nathalia felt at least that she was young enough for that to be acceptable for an answer.
The man's face remained impassive but still gentle, clearly wrapped in his own thoughts as she assumed he was ticking through his mental list of Companions.
"If it's not of a sensitive nature, might I ask what some of these tasks entail?"
"There's a few caves they wanted me to check, for any enchanted items. Some animals they wanted me to observe- and a few of the 'rarer' ingredients, though I'd mostly get those just by talking to the right people...."
He nods, looks like he's thinking again, before appearing to come to a conclusion.
"Based on what you said, I believe Farkas will be a good match for you- he has the skill and is quite experienced."
Curiosity nibbled lightly, naturally, as to what this Farkas was like. At the very least, she hoped he wasn't as foul tempered as some of the more seasoned warriors she'd come across.