Apparently being Dragonborn and Thane of several Holds wasn't enough to swing separate rooms even when coupled with the persuasive flirting that Rune and Vex had tried teaching me one bored evening in the Flagon. It probably didn't help that for starters I was wearing my no-skin-showing Guild armour and that I had a tall, very muscular, very grumpy werewolf stood right behind me with a face like thunder on him. The innkeeper soon ended my pathetic attempts by simply walking off and hiding in the back rooms.Bastard. I didn't even want to look at what I'm sure would have been Vilkas' smug expression.
Still grumbling to myself, I sat down at a table close by the fire, arms folded and scowling like a fishwife. Vilkas sat opposite and stretched out in what was a strangely cat-like manner considering he was a werewolf. One of the serving girls brought over two mugs of cheap and sour ale, obviously assuming we were two poor mercenaries. Well, she was half right. The blonde Nord was making sure Vilkas got a good eyeful of her charms and giggling like the mad prince himself when he asked her about food. Pulling a face I drained my beer and idly drummed my fingers on the table, trying to ignore the girl's idiotic flirting. Fortunately the second waitress, hands full with our two steaming bowls of stew, was more sensible and, more importantly, overworked enough to pull the girl away from the Nord as she left. The stew was hot and surprisingly delicious, with subtle spices that reminded me of my childhood in Camlorn and I managed to devour the whole bowl before Vilkas was even halfway done. Manners dictated that I waited for my companion to finish so I stayed at the table, satiated and warm, finishing the dregs of my ale and then helping myself to sips from Vilkas' tankard, mostly because I knew it would annoy him. But he didn't comment, continuing to eat his stew in measured, precise bites and occasionally taking a sip from what was now our tankard. It was almost a companionable silence between us. The heat and the food had me just about nodding off in my chair so I tuned out the waitress who came to clear our plates and as a result almost missed the magic two words she mentioned to Vilkas. "Hot springs?" My eyes shot open and my voice almost whimpered the words, hoping it wasn't a cruel daydream. The woman smiled almost pityingly at me, "Yes, dear. Hot springs. We have two small pools here, just head out back and turn left for the male pool and right for females. They're the best in Skyrim-" Whatever else she was about to say was cut off as I scrambled to my feet and stumbled in the direction she had pointed, leaving Vilkas chuckling softly behind me. Idiot.
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Re: Clear Skies 3/?
Date: 2013-05-03 10:06 pm (UTC)Still grumbling to myself, I sat down at a table close by the fire, arms folded and scowling like a fishwife. Vilkas sat opposite and stretched out in what was a strangely cat-like manner considering he was a werewolf. One of the serving girls brought over two mugs of cheap and sour ale, obviously assuming we were two poor mercenaries. Well, she was half right. The blonde Nord was making sure Vilkas got a good eyeful of her charms and giggling like the mad prince himself when he asked her about food. Pulling a face I drained my beer and idly drummed my fingers on the table, trying to ignore the girl's idiotic flirting. Fortunately the second waitress, hands full with our two steaming bowls of stew, was more sensible and, more importantly, overworked enough to pull the girl away from the Nord as she left. The stew was hot and surprisingly delicious, with subtle spices that reminded me of my childhood in Camlorn and I managed to devour the whole bowl before Vilkas was even halfway done. Manners dictated that I waited for my companion to finish so I stayed at the table, satiated and warm, finishing the dregs of my ale and then helping myself to sips from Vilkas' tankard, mostly because I knew it would annoy him. But he didn't comment, continuing to eat his stew in measured, precise bites and occasionally taking a sip from what was now our tankard. It was almost a companionable silence between us. The heat and the food had me just about nodding off in my chair so I tuned out the waitress who came to clear our plates and as a result almost missed the magic two words she mentioned to Vilkas.
"Hot springs?" My eyes shot open and my voice almost whimpered the words, hoping it wasn't a cruel daydream.
The woman smiled almost pityingly at me, "Yes, dear. Hot springs. We have two small pools here, just head out back and turn left for the male pool and right for females. They're the best in Skyrim-"
Whatever else she was about to say was cut off as I scrambled to my feet and stumbled in the direction she had pointed, leaving Vilkas chuckling softly behind me. Idiot.