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Post by khrys on Dec 17, 2009 18:20:18 GMT -5
((Totally optional for Lea to join in. I just like doing mini-summary work of ingame RP that's occurred.))
New boots or not?
He looked again at Leasung's feet, then down at the useless shoes she had worn for their march out of Bree. If they were to continue without her suffering any permanent scarring then it would be smart to put his needle to work and make her some thick leather boots. However, at the sight of the two cloth corpses on the floor, it seemed the opportunity for a lesson shouldn't pass by. He chose her discomfort as a necessary evil to the schooling and let her foot drop back down from his examining hands. "Tomorrow we leave the inn here and continue east to Ost Guruth."
Rising, he pulled out his pipe and his weed bag. Staying here in a basement room would annoy her, of course. Her ass was already crumpling his favourite travel cloak after he donated it to her complaint of bed bugs - no doubt she would continue to hold issue with their hostel. But a rest point was necessary for the night lest her feet look like gored boar guts by noon tomorrow.
He held a match to the bowl and watched the green go brown, then black as the smoke rose from it. If he squinted just right, he could imagine that the milky-grey curl matching the sour crinkle of her nose.
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Post by Tallaith on Dec 18, 2009 12:47:53 GMT -5
The dawn before the cold, meager morning that Leasung awoke to find herself tied to a tent post in Ost Guruth, the girl was awake an hour before daylight and already up to trouble.
She managed to slip silently from the bed, leaving Berenloth's cloak behind with a twinge of regret. It would have provided ample protection from the elements, but now it was infested with fleas and stank just as much as the rotten straw mattress she'd slept on. She stepped into her ruined shoes, smiling cattily to herself as she noted that the Elf was still turned to face the wall across the room and breathing deeply in his dreams. She was out of the Forsaken Inn within moments.
The morning passed without event. Leasung watched the sun rise with a sense of accomplishment as she half-ran through the knee-high grass in the hills behind the Inn. She caught movement of forms larger than birds or the little creatures that usually lived in meadowland and steered far clear of it, never realizing that what she saw certainly saw her too. Apparently she was not worth troubling, however, and she found herself breathless, hungry, and incredibly lost on a ridgeline overlooking the Midgewater Marshes near noon.
She took a long breath as she collapsed gracelessly on her rump in a patch of dry grass. She kicked off her shoes with a moan of disgust, the reality of what she'd done sinking in as she looked over the blisters and cuts marring her soles. She had no bearings on where she was and hadn't seen another person yet today. She had no weapons, no money, no food or gear. So the time was definitely right to decide what she should do next.
Her choices were rather limited. The first option seemed the most likely: she could keep an eye out for another traveler or small group and use her guile to be taken in by them, likely with a promise for a reward for her return to her family if she was left unscathed. This may or may not work, but for now, it was the best plan she could think of.
She could also simply return to either the Inn or to the road, and then make her way back to Bree-Town and Ceallian. Neither of those seemed very likely, as she craned to take in as much of the barren landscape as possible. Most everything here looked the same, and there were no roads as far as she could tell crossing the hills below.
She sighed, staring up to the sky through the scrubby needles of the tree branches arcing overhead. She would have to decide what to do soon, before her growling belly drove her to distraction and she began plucking handfulls of grass to chew.
Berenloth chose for her, however, when he glided silently behind her and grabbed her arm.
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