They held each other’s gaze for a while before the Dragonborn decided to speak up. “It seems we are both going to be here indefinitely.”
Marcurio scoffed, “I certainly hope not. I plan on completing my training.”
“Not with that attitude, you’re not.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You need to lighten up, otherwise you’ll never be able to find sufficient employment to buy your way home.”
His face darkened considerably, “It’s not as simple as that.”
“Is it ever?” She stopped to sip her mead, “You may as well make the best of it until you sort things out. Otherwise you’ll kill whatever’s left of you that the bandits don’t.”
He scrutinized her face, “Is that why you’re so uncommonly mean to me?”
“ ‘Mean’? I prefer to call it ‘tough love’.“ She smirked.
Marcurio rolled his eyes and was about to speak, but was interrupted by a poke in his side. His reaction was immediate: “What was that for?”
She froze, momentarily stunned by his shocked outrage, and the aspiring wizard’s eyes widened in fear as he saw the Dragonborn process what had just happened. A slow, predatory grin crept across her face as the mage instinctively shielded his sides and backed into a corner.
“You wouldn’t dare…!” The feeble threat washed over the woman as she rose to her feet and advanced on him.
“Someone help…?” He called weakly. Eydis’ eyes sparkled in amusement, and Skuli was sporting a smug grin.
The Dragonborn swigged the last of her mead before setting the empty container on a nearby table. Marcurio watched her profile, and his heart dropped into his stomach at the look she gave him. It was the mysterious, sly, sideways glance and the muted smirk of the court she wore. It was a look that spoke volumes. One that said, very ominously, I know something that you don’t...
He had barely begun to summon his magic before she hit him with paralysis.
“She’s a mage?!” His surprise could not have made itself known on his face, but perhaps something had shown in his eyes, for the Dragonborn smiled wickedly.
She dragged him across the floor, and he might have been more indignant if he wasn’t as focused on what was going to happen to him. She tossed a coin purse on the counter “for the damages”, and pulled him onto the bed. He heard her retreat to the far side of the room and close the door.
The woman returned to his helpless form and smiled.
“Some Call it Foolishness” F!DB/Marcurio 4/?
Marcurio scoffed, “I certainly hope not. I plan on completing my training.”
“Not with that attitude, you’re not.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You need to lighten up, otherwise you’ll never be able to find sufficient employment to buy your way home.”
His face darkened considerably, “It’s not as simple as that.”
“Is it ever?” She stopped to sip her mead, “You may as well make the best of it until you sort things out. Otherwise you’ll kill whatever’s left of you that the bandits don’t.”
He scrutinized her face, “Is that why you’re so uncommonly mean to me?”
“ ‘Mean’? I prefer to call it ‘tough love’.“ She smirked.
Marcurio rolled his eyes and was about to speak, but was interrupted by a poke in his side. His reaction was immediate: “What was that for?”
She froze, momentarily stunned by his shocked outrage, and the aspiring wizard’s eyes widened in fear as he saw the Dragonborn process what had just happened. A slow, predatory grin crept across her face as the mage instinctively shielded his sides and backed into a corner.
“You wouldn’t dare…!” The feeble threat washed over the woman as she rose to her feet and advanced on him.
“Someone help…?” He called weakly. Eydis’ eyes sparkled in amusement, and Skuli was sporting a smug grin.
The Dragonborn swigged the last of her mead before setting the empty container on a nearby table. Marcurio watched her profile, and his heart dropped into his stomach at the look she gave him. It was the mysterious, sly, sideways glance and the muted smirk of the court she wore. It was a look that spoke volumes. One that said, very ominously, I know something that you don’t...
He had barely begun to summon his magic before she hit him with paralysis.
“She’s a mage?!” His surprise could not have made itself known on his face, but perhaps something had shown in his eyes, for the Dragonborn smiled wickedly.
She dragged him across the floor, and he might have been more indignant if he wasn’t as focused on what was going to happen to him. She tossed a coin purse on the counter “for the damages”, and pulled him onto the bed. He heard her retreat to the far side of the room and close the door.
The woman returned to his helpless form and smiled.
“Now. Where were we…?”