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Post by Niitari on Oct 27, 2014 22:23:21 GMT -6
Located between the residences and Fenn's Gulch Mine, the barracks houses the poor miners. It has beds, a kitchen, and some storage areas. |
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Post by Mania on Nov 26, 2014 2:19:29 GMT -6
Vaynrileth entered the barracks, assuming that since Irdrin had spoken with the overseer that their being there wouldn't be met with complaints. She just wanted a quiet night without any conflicts with the living. She managed to find where the few unused beds were and took up one of them as she sat on it. She slipped off her boots and placed them beside her bed neatly. She was tired and thankful for the barracks, but she was secretly nervous about sleeping among strangers. It wasn't really easy for her to let her guard down around others, she had deep rooted trust issues. She knew the cause of this behavior, but she didn't know how to stop it. She had Irdrin to help keep watch so she tried to let that thought ease her worries.
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Post by Niitari on Nov 26, 2014 2:19:42 GMT -6
Irdrin sat on the floor at the foot of her bed and dug through his pouch. He pulled out a few herbs and started mixing them in his mortar and pestle, the way he'd learned by watching Vaynrileth. He never needed to sleep. Occasionally rest, but that was usually after major battles. So instead, he found something quiet to occupy his time with.
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Post by Mania on Nov 26, 2014 2:19:57 GMT -6
She removed her small satchel and set it next to her boots before pulling back the thin sheets and settling into the bed. It wasn't the coziest of beds, but it certainly wasn't the worst she had slept on- she had literally slept on rocks many times while in tombs and ruins for research. Sleep managed to come to her and her eyes closed.
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Post by Niitari on Nov 26, 2014 2:20:05 GMT -6
Irdrin watched the other people around, always ready in case something happened. But the other miners were too tired to pay much attention to the dark elves in the corner. They cooked and ate their supper before climbing into their own bunks. Irdrin continued to mix his herbs, managing to craft a rather decent potion. It wasn't terribly potent. Would probably cure minor wounds at best. He continued to work on making some more as the hours passed and night slowly drifted into day. As the sun rose, the miners began to stir again. The smell of good food filled the barracks as one of the women cooked up a potato and venison stew, rousing many miners from sleep. Irdrin did not pay it much attention. He was almost finished with his forty-seventh healing potion.
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Post by Mania on Nov 26, 2014 2:20:30 GMT -6
Vaynrileth was up and moving not long after the miners started cooking and waking. She crinkled her nose at the smell of the stew and tried to face the other way so as to not catch such strong wafts of it in the air. She had packed some food for herself to last until they could restock on supplies, so she dug around in her bag for her own breakfast, settling for an apple and some bread. "You've gotten quite good at making minor healing potions Irdrin," she said as she noticed his work.
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Post by Niitari on Nov 26, 2014 2:21:03 GMT -6
He looked up as she spoke, watching her every movement as she brought supplies out from her own pack. "I have created forty-seven potions," he reported dutifully, looking at the assortment of bottles stacked up near the wall. He had the foresight to wrap a little bit of red twine around the necks so that he could remember which potion was which among the varied poisons he had in his own pack. Wouldn't want to slip up now would he? He set the mortar and pestle back into his bag and eyed a miner warily when he walked by, a little too close for comfort to Irdrin's taste.
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Post by Mania on Nov 26, 2014 2:21:12 GMT -6
His productivity immediately reminded her of how he didn't sleep. "I believe you've greatly improved since you first started. That's wonderful," she complimented honestly. She saw the miner as well and gave him a slight glare. People who got too close to them made her suspicious and on edge. She personally did not like others to get too physically close to her, and for safety reasons was wary of anyone who showed too much interest in the two of them. It usually was never good.
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Post by Niitari on Nov 27, 2014 2:01:42 GMT -6
One of the women cooking came over carrying two bowls of venison and potato stew. She set them next to Irdrin, who was watching her the entire time with a look that could kill. The woman gave them a courteous nod, then shuffled back to her cooking fire. Irdrin picked up the first bowl and held it out to Vaynrileth.
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Post by Mania on Nov 27, 2014 2:20:33 GMT -6
She gave a vague sort of courteous nod to the woman in return but scowled when her back was turned. "I know they mean well but I'd really rather not eat this..." She could smell the venison and it made her stomach churn. There were several reasons that she did not eat meat, so she couldn't make herself drink from the bowl to even politely have some of it. She took the bowl that Irdrin offered her and when no one was looking at them she opened the little window near them and quickly dumped the bowl's contents outside. "I don't suppose you want yours either do you?" she asked him, offering to chunk it as well.
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Post by Niitari on Nov 27, 2014 2:30:15 GMT -6
He looked at the soup. It wasn't as if he could eat anyway. "Yes, my lady," he said, passing it to her quietly. They had rations enough should either of them require sustenance. He never once thought to return the food to them politely. The concept of caring seldom came to mind.
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Post by Mania on Nov 27, 2014 2:41:58 GMT -6
Vaynrileth had thought about it, but only for a moment. She knew they thought they were strange enough as is, so refusing their soup and returning it might only bring them further unwanted attention. Sometimes she enjoyed purposefully giving others more reason to think her strange, but she wasn't in the mood for it now. She didn't want to endanger Irdrin by causing over-curious eyes to investigate their strangeness and discover what he was. It would be different if they were simply visiting this place briefly, but they were accompanying them to Markarth so they had time to be suspicious if she and Irdrin gave them further cause.
She took the other bowl and dumped its contents out the window sneakily as well. With the soup dealt with, she finished off her apple and discarded the core. "Hopefully the miners that we're supposed to accompany to Markarth won't take much longer to get ready and we can head out soon." She didn't really like waiting. Especially not around strangers.
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Post by Niitari on Nov 27, 2014 2:51:41 GMT -6
Irdrin was just about to offer his services once more to find out when the miners were leaving, but as if on silent cue, the overseer entered the barracks. He looked around briefly before spotting them and approached. "Everything's just about set. Are the two of you supplied or is there something you need?"
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Post by Mania on Nov 27, 2014 3:01:42 GMT -6
"I believe that we have everything that we need," she told the overseer. "Unless you can think of anything that we've forgotten," she said to Irdrin. She didn't think that there was anything they needed, as they had left Solitude very prepared. It didn't hurt to ask him though in case she was forgetting something. She was known to forget things from time to time when she was so focused on other things.
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Post by Niitari on Dec 30, 2014 20:06:13 GMT -6
Irdrin shook his head. "Not that I'm aware of, master," he replied.
The overseer nodded. "Alright. We'll be leaving then if you're all set." He headed back outside.
Irdrin stood to his feet and held his hand out if she needed it.
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