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Post by Psycho on Jan 12, 2015 22:12:30 GMT -6
If there was one thing Valnir hated more then anything it was snow. He wished he never sold his fur cloak now, as Valnir had came to realize that metal, most of all Daedric plate, grew cold. Picking his helmet off to scratch at his face, which was still smeared black, and run a hand through the thick hair where his receding hairline didn't show up as well thanks to having black hair as well. He didn't really have a beard persay, but one could tell he hadn't shaven in at least a few weeks. Holding his helmet in one hand to push the door open for Eva.
After she had entered, Valnir followed inside himself. "Go pick a spot, I suppose." He shrugged, closing off the book by putting the string back in his new spot three pages further in. Sliding the book away, Valnir rested his hand on the bastard sword out of instinct. He didn't mind taverns, but some people were particularly unsavory folks that he did not care for.
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Post by JemMartin on Jan 12, 2015 22:28:01 GMT -6
Eva entered the building, forcing herself to walk normally. She couldn't wait to get next to a fire, but she didn't show it. Standing on entrance rug, she tapped her boots on it to shake off the snow, and as she did so she looked around. It was the middle of the day, so few people were there. Good, she hated crowds. And for some reason, she always feared that if she returned to Windhelm, someone would recognize and point her out. But that was unlikely to happen, so here she was. Spotting a table with two seats near the fire, she walked over to it and sat down. She could feel multiple eyes upon her, but no one said anything. Not until she removed her hood, that was. The sound of a few murmurs reached her ears, but not enough of them for her to take note of. "It seems, for now, these people won't bother me." She whispered to herself.
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Post by Psycho on Jan 12, 2015 22:36:54 GMT -6
Valnir followed suit, using a rag to wipe his face off. It was thick greasy stuff, but he had no minds of it, since Valnir made the stuff out of soot and various oils. Rather then taking the chair, he opted for the floor, setting his shield in the chair instead, rubbing his hands together next to the fire, "I don't see why they would," Valnir replied. While he did not actually hear her say it, he had a feeling he knew what she said, "You ARE with me afterall." Clapping the gauntlets together to get the attention of a wench, "Just get the meats cookin' for me, and... I suppose whatever she wants," He jabbed a thumb towards Eva. Digging through his various pouches selectively hidden away under certain plates as to dissuade pickpockets, Valnir set down the Septims. He quietly counted out the coin needed, "And some goats milk, if you will."
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Post by JemMartin on Jan 12, 2015 22:44:36 GMT -6
Eva smiled politely at the wrench, "Just a herbal tea for me, please. With honey." She said. Normally she wouldn't be so polite, but...she found herself sympathizing with the girl, who was also Dumner, and quite young. Eva was impressed that the girl had been able to get this job at all, but she doubted it was easy for her. She would tip the her extra after her drink. As she girl left, Eva turned her attention back to her current companion. Though she'd been careful not to show it, every time she looked at him, she found herself glancing at his armor. Was it Daedric? She hoped not, that would probably mean she was drinking with a cultist. "So...I don't believe we've exchanged names yet. I'm Eva."
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Post by Psycho on Jan 12, 2015 23:03:20 GMT -6
Valnir nodded, "Oh damn. People call me Valnir the 'All-Knowing', when really it's just Valnir." He replied, pouring the glass of milk for himself. He took note of lack of Dunmers working in decent jobs, and slid a few extra coins aside himself. He was by no means a greedy man, nor did he actually need the money. Hermaeus Mora provided everything the man needed, sometimes whether he wanted it or not. Such was life being bound by contract. "And as far as your question on your mind goes, because it's one that's extremely common. No it's not Daedric. I just had it fashioned in this manner for appearances. I stopped messing around with Daedric items when I was a young man. Nearly got myself in some trouble, I did. Good thing I'm not so stupid," He tapped on his head lightly with a grin.
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Post by JemMartin on Jan 12, 2015 23:24:46 GMT -6
"Well, I'd admit it's been very interesting to meet you, Valnir." Eva said, then turned to smiled again at the tavern maid as she delivered their drinks. But her smile was more kind this time, and halting the girl, Eva placed a small purse of septims in her hand. "Buy yourself something nice." She said. The girl stared at her for a moment, shocked, then gratefully happy. Eva watched as she briskly returned to her duties. Poor girl will probably get robbed soon, knowing our luck. But at least one good moment is better than none. Eva thought, slightly grim, then returned her attention back to Valnir. "Then you have an interesting taste in armor designs." She said. Though that doesn't seem a very smart move. Is what she wanted to add, but she chose not to.
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Post by Psycho on Jan 13, 2015 6:30:41 GMT -6
"Gotta keep things fresh somehow," He hummed. Watching the small exchange, "It's good to see in a world of misery and bleakness, there is always some light to look towards." Valnir nodded in approval. "Or so the priests tell me." Watching the wench walk away with a small bump in her stride now, he couldn't help but laugh quietly, picking at the food with his fingers. "Yup. The goal is to look Daedric without being Daedric, people tend to leave me well enough alone. Least the less worrysome troublemakers do. Good organized bandit or two will have second thoughts but that's about it." He nodded to Eva.
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Post by JemMartin on Jan 13, 2015 23:12:44 GMT -6
"What can I say?" Eva replied nonchalantly, "people have been cruel enough to me that I can empathize with others." Sometimes, anyway. She thought, then added, "as most people can." Suddenly straightening herself a bit, she waved her hand as if to dismiss that topic. "I suppose that makes sense enough. You don't seem the type to be troubled by Stendarr's...lackeys. Whatever they call themselves." She didn't care enough to try to remember the name.
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Post by Psycho on Jan 14, 2015 17:03:24 GMT -6
"Nor am I some raving madman preaching unrealistic desires," He held up a finger to prove his point, "If anything, I am a raving sane man who preaches that being materialistic is somewhat of a waste of time." Valnir hummed, wiping the milk mustache that formed on his lip, flicking the droplets into the fire. "As far as Stendarr goes, we simply avoid paths. I've crossed 'em before. Gave me some grief over designs and ideology but other then that they weren't too much of a bother." "And yet, as strange of a statement as it is, cruelty can be a benefiting factor to play into one's lives and fate." Valnir nodded again, swiveling the helmet around to rest his arm over it lazily.
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Post by JemMartin on Jan 14, 2015 17:32:34 GMT -6
"Oh, really?" Eva replied, a hint of amusement in her voice. "You seem exactly like the type of person those Stendarr humpers would hunt after." She lowered her voice a little as she said the insult, the other Nords in the tavern we're still - mostly - ignoring her, but she didn't feel the need to catch their ears. "No offense intended, of course." She added, "but they do like to generalize when it comes to Daedric worshipers - suspected or actual."
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Post by Psycho on Jan 14, 2015 17:50:53 GMT -6
"Most would think that, but after a few scraps, we came to a mutual agreement that one does not bother the other." Valnir shrugged, shaking his head lightly at the idea. "And hardly an insult, if you can consider that one. Nah, if anything I just avoid the big cities for a long period of time for just that reason." Reaching to poke her face lightly. "Besides, you are right. I can't say I agree with them too much though," Valnir didn't mind or particularly notice how blunt he was being, "Lost a few friends and Kinsmen to 'em. One was a cultist, but that boy could hardly make a woman feel bad with words much less kill somebody."
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Post by JemMartin on Jan 14, 2015 18:06:40 GMT -6
It took every ounce of Eva's willpower not to stiffen, or worse, lash out when Valnir poked her. She didn't like to be touched. Why did people always assume that touching her was ok? Why did people touch? Instead of reacting to his undesired poke, she decided to return his reply with a chuckle. "So, the crazies can be reasoned with? That's a new one." Instinctively, Eva looked out the nearest window to look at the sky. The sun was low, it was getting late. Just an hour or so she would have to go kill her target. Too bad, this man's presence wasn't completely intolerable. "Still," she added, "total bunch of assholes, they are."
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Post by Psycho on Jan 14, 2015 18:09:13 GMT -6
"Eh, I find it varies prince to prince. Some are worse then others, and some are just amusing to watch because they don't know any better." Valnir shrugged to himself. Reaching over to wipe his finger off, "Had something on your face and it was starting to bother me," He wasn't sure what it was, but compared to her dark skin it showed up like a torch at night. "I don't see why not. People 'reason' with the Aldmeri Dominion all the time, and they seem to be somewhat logically set. Even if their aims are bit far fetched and unrealistic."
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Post by JemMartin on Jan 14, 2015 18:25:36 GMT -6
"Yes...quite fun to see the shocked faces of cultists as they are inevitably destroyed by the ones they worship." Eva replied. She also decided to ignore Valnir's comment about her face, instead looking down at her tea. She had completely forgotten about it until now, and it had gone cold. Oh well. "And the Aldmeri Dominion is just as crude. Only time they seem agreeable is when they think it can give them a chance to steal your things and then claim is as their divine right."
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Post by Psycho on Jan 14, 2015 18:40:25 GMT -6
"To each their own," He shrugged a response back, picking at the scraps of meat left, mainly gnawing at the bone at this point. Flopping it on the plate, sliding it away, "But meh. Them poncy yellow elves can keep their arrogance where it belongs, in a small basket." Valnir kept his real comments to himself. In truth, he liked the Aldmeri Dominion as much as he liked being cold. Which he despised.
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