Vilkas looked at the disheveled Imperial on the floor. “I see why you brought him here, Harbinger. His technique clearly needs work.”
Marcurio gaped in indignation, “But you haven’t even seen…!”
“I don’t need to.” The Nord turned his back on the group and walked away.
Farkas came over and dragged the spellcaster to his feet. “You’d better hurry to the courtyard if you want to make good on your challenge.”
“He’s right, Marcurio. Just remember the rules that Vilkas lays out, or I’ll have to remind you.” The Dragonborn poked him playfully in the ribs by way of demonstration.
“Just so you know, I’m quitting your service for this.” He snapped.
“You hear that, everyone? He’s free and at your disposal!”
“That’s not what I meant!”
She ignored him, “I’ll be wanting my money back.”
“And leave me stranded with no way to leave this place?”
She responded with mock sympathy, “I’m sure you can find work as a mercenary.”
“And compete with the Companions? I think not.” He grumbled.
The Dragonborn cocked an eyebrow in response. “What’s this? Losing your confidence?”
“No,” Marcurio sighed, “Just my health…”
She merely laughed in response.
Her associate Aela shared in her amusement. “This should be good.”
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“Some Call it Foolishness” F!DB/Marcurio 8/?
Date: 2014-08-15 08:23 am (UTC)Marcurio gaped in indignation, “But you haven’t even seen…!”
“I don’t need to.” The Nord turned his back on the group and walked away.
Farkas came over and dragged the spellcaster to his feet. “You’d better hurry to the courtyard if you want to make good on your challenge.”
“He’s right, Marcurio. Just remember the rules that Vilkas lays out, or I’ll have to remind you.” The Dragonborn poked him playfully in the ribs by way of demonstration.
“Just so you know, I’m quitting your service for this.” He snapped.
“You hear that, everyone? He’s free and at your disposal!”
“That’s not what I meant!”
She ignored him, “I’ll be wanting my money back.”
“And leave me stranded with no way to leave this place?”
She responded with mock sympathy, “I’m sure you can find work as a mercenary.”
“And compete with the Companions? I think not.” He grumbled.
The Dragonborn cocked an eyebrow in response. “What’s this? Losing your confidence?”
“No,” Marcurio sighed, “Just my health…”
She merely laughed in response.
Her associate Aela shared in her amusement. “This should be good.”