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From: (Anonymous)
The Nord woman tended to her other customers as the Dragonborn prodded him.

“So, Marcurio... is there a reason you don’t know more healing spells?”

“I would think it obvious that my focus was in Destruction, and a mix I like to call ‘Self Preservation’.“

“Neither of which include ‘Preservation of Present Company’?” She asked.

“No,” he sighed, “If you’re good enough, it shouldn’t ever come to that.”

The Dragonborn snorted, “I never figured you for a gambling man.”

A lazy, yet calculating voice cut in, “A gambler, eh?”

Marcurio saw his employer’s eye twitch briefly before she sighed and turned to greet the new voice. “Sam Guevenne, it’s been a while.”

Sam took her hand and kissed it. “Too long, if you ask me.”

Marcurio noted that the Breton mage had taken such a simple, gentlemanly act and somehow made it lewd. The Dragonborn made an exasperated noise and turned back to him.

“Marcurio, this is Sam. Sam, Marcurio.”

He still hadn’t let go of her hand. “So this is the lucky fellow you’ve replaced that Companion of yours with?”

“You mean tall, dark, and brooding? Frankly, I don’t think he suits her lifestyle.” Marcurio quipped.

The Dragonborn sighed and informed her fellow Imperial testily, “His name is Vilkas,” She turned back to look at Sam pointedly, “and he was never ‘mine’ as you suggest.”
From: (Anonymous)
“Not one to run with the pack, I see.” The Breton smirked, “Birds of a feather…”

Marcurio was pleased to see her laugh and finally pull her hand free of the other mage. He was not pleased to see the playful shove she gave him. He would be even less pleased to hear what she said next:

“You mean Moira and Esmerelda? Gods! I was hoping to forget that…”

“I suppose that has nothing to do with the scolding Ysolda gave you?” Sam leered.

“No thanks to you.” She laughed.

“Bah! Women…” The Breton sighed dramatically, “Always so difficult….”

“I’ll drink to that.” Marcurio muttered.

“Say, you don’t look so good." The other mage addressed him, "How about a drinking game? I promise you’ll feel much better…”

The Dragonborn cut him off with a laugh, “Not tonight, Sam.”

“Aww, you’re no fun. Are you ever going to come out and play with your old friend, again?” He said in mock dejection.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you later.” She winked at the Breton. Marcurio really didn’t like that. He liked the other mage’s expression even less…

“Well, I hope you don’t disappoint.” The man leered.

“You forget who you’re dealing with.” She smirked, “I think my past performance was to your liking, no?”

The Breton laughed in response, “Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

Marcurio was positively sulking by the time she dragged him out the door.
From: (Anonymous)
Oh my, the part that put a big old grin on my face:
“Please, I can’t take all‘Who taught you how to fight?’ at a Companion?”
From: (Anonymous)
(Edit)
Oh LJ, you sassy jerkface.
I meant to say, I loved this bit:
“Please, I can’t take all the credit."
“Honestly, what sort of man yells ‘Who taught you how to fight?’ at a Companion?”

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