Not Your Typical, Run-of-the-Mill Type of Adventure

[SoulofChrysamere]

Gavinyarel: The Roxey Village, the old Roxey Cemetery -- Midyear, 4E 201

 

Gavinyarel gritted his teeth slightly. He was beginning to lose his patience with the woman. "Considering you can't exactly prove you're the one who did dispose of this creature, seeing as how you didn't appear to have brought any sort of proof back to the inn, you have even less of a right to the bounty as I do right now. In case you haven't realized it yet, I'm vouching for you. You didn't even have a torch, so there's no way you could've burned this thing. Unless you've got a better explanation as to how this zombie ended up like this, I'm insisting that I get half the bounty." he said plainly to the woman. Not that a fifty-septim reward was the grandest payout he'd ever pursued during his time, but as a man on the road, his purse could be only so big.

[candymyne]

Riona Galsette: The Red Ring Road -- Midyear, 4E 201

The innkeep's patience had also reached his boiling point and asserted his word over the soon-to-continue quarreling between the Breton and highelf. "I've had enough of two tales of the same happening, I got things to do and an establishment to run. I'd thank you for your services but all you strangers are doing is causing me a headache." He loosened a satchel full of coins and split a small rolled tube of parchment down the middle containing the exact amount of payment for the two travelers. "Here take it and be gone from here." He placed half a roll in the elf's hand and the other on the Breton's. The job was done yes, but the Stakehouse owner wasn't a judicial presence in the village. It wasn't his job to mediate between the two opposing ends.

The innkeeper and his son took the trail back to their business with the taller younger man waving and smiling at the young woman. A chill of disgust and a mean expression was returned to the bartender's son instead of a thankful one.

Riona stared at her open palm with a roll of fifty coins in it. It was a nice weighing feeling but she wished it'd weighed more. A vein began to surface her pretty little face and began to mark its presence on her forehead. "You pointy eared swindler!" She hadn't had the full facts of everything but decided her headache with the still lingering hangover dizziness was more than enough reason to avoid a final fight. She put her money away and started marching up the red ring road with a mean stomp in her pace. She wasn't happy at all but a nice distance away from this place was more of a good reward she could ask for.

Her hands grasped the straps of her pack tightly as she muttered every curse word and phrase known across all of Nirn under her breath. If she'd been a weaker woman, a tearful rage would have surfaced from her back at the inn when the altmer first meddled. She'd been tricked and had for a fool by men before. She did keep her dignity this time around though and that made her feel more at peace with herself.

[SoulofChrysamere]

Gavinyarel: The Red Ring Road -- Midyear, 4E 201

 

Gavinyarel pocketed the coins and followed the other two men at a distance back to the inn. He quietly went and recovered his things from his room and then left to get his horse, grateful he didn't have to dodge any flying cookware along the way. His trusty painted stallion Quicksilver stood ready there at the stables.

 

Gavinyarel untied Quicksilver and strapped his belongings on him. After making sure everything was secure, he hopped into the saddle and galloped away toward Bruma. It wasn't long before he overtook the Breton woman, who he supposed was still redder in the face than a polished apple.

Edited December 22, 2015 by SoulofChrysamere

[candymyne]

Riona Galsette: The Red Ring Road -- Midyear, 4E 201

Her pack wasn't too heavy but her posture did lean forward when she kept pace. If she met another mer anytime within the next millennium it would be too soon. After several minutes, the inn was a good bit behind her now, the soft breeze and rustle of the nearby trees made a relaxing sound that gently began to calm her temper. The road was nice, the scenery beautiful and the imperial city and all its splendor fallowed her like eyes on a painting. Things seemed safe and the young woman had been focusing on what she'd buy once she made it to Bruma. In all the commotion of what happened she hadn't restocked her supplies and her food would run low. Fortunately she still had her crossbow and small game was plentiful around these parts. Fur boots, comfy coat and hood, and she'd be set for her voyage beyond the Jerral mountains.

She had a whole list set and usually this is what she did when it came to purchasing anything she needed while on the road between settlements. She was never good at buying on the spot and was a sucker for strange oddities that were offered to her by vendors. When it came to finances, she needed to be adamant and only buy what's necessary otherwise she'd be susceptible to be swindled. Her mind was finally distracted on things that held more import and concern than the whole Roxey Village deal.

A clopping of horseshoes and the familiar sound of a trotting beast caught her attention and broke her concentration. Apparently she did not have the whole road to herself. Her head turned as she walked and immediately her headache threatened to coma back in full force at the sight of that same altmer riding atop a steed. Her eyes squinted into a menacing look, she stepped towards the edge of the road to give the man as much space as possible pass her by. Her head turned to look at the valleys and mountains to the distance in order to avoid any eye contact. He couldn't pass her up soon enough.

[SoulofChrysamere]

Gavinyarel: The Red Ring Road -- Midyear, 4E 201

 

Gavinyarel brought Quicksilver to a stop beside the woman even though he had half a mind to just keep on going. For all the difficulty she'd given him and everyone else back at the Roxey Village, he admired her guts. He'd seen more than a few aspiring witchhunters follow their dreams right to their early demises, but he figured this particular woman had a chance at surviving the first stage with the right guidance.

 

"I don't suppose you've finally remembered what happened last night?" Gavinyarel asked calmly, tightly gripping the reins in case he had to pull a quick escape.

Edited December 22, 2015 by SoulofChrysamere

[candymyne]

Riona Galsette: The Red Ring Road -- Midyear, 4E 201

Riona remained silent, the chip on her shoulder wasn't getting any smaller either. She had been infuriated before but now that she's had a moment to walk and think she wouldn't act so brash. About three minutes passed before she finally turned her head to face the persistent man too stubborn to take a hint and continue sharing her company in this long stretch of road. "You got your money, what are you pestering me about now?" A certain coldness to her words but she was short and to the point. He wanted something otherwise he'd been making dust up the trail. Her peripheral vision made sure he was alone and no one else had fallowed, this wasn't the first time a bandit had pretended to be common traveler. He hadn't yet proved to be more than a swindler but he was a man and wouldn't put it past him.

An internal scream inside her head came out of building frustration just by looking at his dull long face and pointy ears began to boil in her being. Her attention was so focused on him and much less aware of her surroundings than she thought her self to be, she tripped over a small brick pulled from its spot on the paved road. The instant and sudden jerk her body made as it went forward with one foot caught in the gap of the brick almost gave her miniature heart attack. He placed both hands before her body to catch herself from injuring the front of her head. She didn't want her forehead to match the back part of her scalp. Her cheeks flushed read and her brow curved downwards, now just as much embarrassed as she was angry, she stood up quick, gripped the straps of her pack and began to walk very quickly making sure to put a slight distance between her and the high elf.

Her knees and palms still dusty from the ground, she contemplated on why she even came this particular route to Bruma instead of the other way around. Many unnecessary incidents could have been avoided if she had.

Edited December 22, 2015 by candymyne