Short Story: Grissen d'Lyrandar's arrival at Sharn
Posted by: Jason Silverain / Category: D&D, Homebrew, Tavern
Some of you may know that my original intention when creating this blog was to use it as a place for me to upload some of my old creations, to both share them with the roleplay community and as a place to keep them safe as the paper they are written upon fades.
This writing prompt is actually from 2008 during which my group played our gestalt Eberron Campaign, we had initially planned to record our sessions and myself and another player were going to write short stories from our adventures. Unfortunately due to poor recording quality due to makeshift equipment, the additional set up time eating into our game time and massive file sizes of the recordings we abandoned the idea after a few sessions.
In spite that Christmas during the evenings at my parents house feeling inspired and particularly mentally lucid (which is rather rare with my medical condition) I began writing the immediate adventure of my character Grissen d'Lyrandar before he met the party, I had fully intended to continue but writers block and only basic notes to work off meant that the ingame progress was faster than my writing and eventually I found it too difficult to keep up.
Below is the most polished version of my early prologue though I'm sure the occasional grammar error may have slipped by, never the less I hope you enjoy the read and feel welcome to send in your own stories.
For those of you unfamiliar with Eberron and interested to know more there is a wiki alternatively if your interested in the setting it can be reasonably cheaply acquired second hand from Amazon for D&D 3.5 though 4th edition requires a Players Guide and Campaign Guide.
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Prologue:
The Game
If
one thing binds the races of the realms together no matter their
features, their wealth or their intelligence it must be gods. Men and
women alike adore, loath, envy, worship and aspire to be them,
animals are created or claimed as symbols by them, marks of their
power has scarred the realms surface for better or worse. Their
existence absolute proven beyond a doubt by the divine powers granted
to their worshippers and every yet many question their intent, for
some the gods are a balance of power in an eternal deadlock, others
they are a series of rival political enemies and parties each vying
for control, a few believe the gods simply use mortals as pieces in
some great game for their amusement and that they use belief and
worship as a gambler would bet gold upon a role of the die. Each of
these hold truth but one fact is clear the gods did not create the
world, they found it in its early state arriving to it as players to
a table each linking themselves to its people through their portfolio
and like any game players come and go however there are also
spectators a few wiser gods sit in their realms watching, smiling for
they have learned the secret that their fellows have yet to realise.
The
game needs not players, the game plays itself...
And
it has its own pieces.
The
evening sun set the sky ablaze as its light lit the thunderclouds
littered across it, the great floating spires of the capital city
rising amongst them like spears casting a tapestry of shadow across
the lesser spires and the undercity below them. Even at this hour the
city buzzed with life at all levels from the politicians and nobles
moving between engagements in their elegant magical soarwood airships
to the workers scrabbling across the great streets and bridges
linking the city. The city too seemed to take a life of its own as
its many street lamps open revealing the magical flame within
lighting the city in a cascade of light running down from its tallest
spire to its low depths.
The
figure at the bow of the ship watched seemingly transfixed by them
sight before him as the captain approached, the old sailor grinning
remembering his own reaction at his own first view of the capital in
years passed as he called out to the figure.
"So
I was right, this is your first time here?"
The
figure started slightly at the old captains voice, nervously
adjusting his oiled leather coat and tricorne hat as he turned, his
young face slightly flushed.
"Well
it’s the first time I've seen magic on such a scale and the view is
amazing even down here... I guess I was expecting something a little
less well..."
"Artistic?..
Well enjoy it while you can, believe me the lower parts aren't quite
as breathtaking unless you like a knife to the gut, but I just came
to say we'll be docking in 5 minutes so you better get packed."
"Yes
Captain thank you."
As
the younger man moved across the deck the captain turned calling out
once more.
"Don't
forget that dammable bird of yours either, the things been tormenting
old Tom all week...... and Grissen...”
"Yes
Captain?"
"Good
luck out there."
The
bar air was smoky and thick with the wet scent of people and food and
filled with the noise of drunken sailors and rolling dice, Grissen
smiled at his good fortune as he gazed at his unknown drinking
companion while he shook the last of the rain from his short brown
hair placing his long wear worn coat and hat beside on the short bar
bench. The rainstorm had broken just as he was passing the tavern
trying to avoid the numerous hawkers and dealers that littered the
busy harbour market and thus he was able to quickly find a seat in
the far corner at the good graces of the dwarf sat at the table, the
dwarf for its part was now looking away from him staring into the
bottom of its empty ale glass as if all the worlds secrets lay there.
Waving
this hand in the direction of the bar through the crowd of sailors
seeking shelter and drink he was rewarded with a nod from the pretty
young barmaid as she delivered drinks to a table of card players,
lifting his backpack he carefully pulled a small clay saucer and a
packet from one of the smaller pockets as he prepared for his second
companions comfort. Placing the saucer on the table he carefully
poured the seeds from the packet into it as a satisfied caw came from
beside him, an emerald green parrot fluttered from the ceiling
rafters to receive its evening meal.
"Your
lucky Alvina most familiars need to find their own dinner."
his words were smooth and elegant cutting through the din of the room
as he spoke the elvish tongue, a few sailors peering curiously
towards him with a renewed interest for a few seconds before resuming
their drinking.
"Most
familiars are not a speciality breed or that bright either Master
Grissen... caw."
The parrots elvish had a distinct squawking to it but was no less
impressive, Grissen smiled Alvina was a special magebreed and was as
a result much more intelligent and robust than a normal bird though
she did have a slight tendency towards tricks and practical jokes
which gave her a unique personality however he wouldn't have it any
other way. His hand gently stroked her colourful plumage admiring how
the light at this angle gave it an appearance like oil on water,
another trait of her mage breed heritage.
"Well
even so you'll have to behave for a while or else I'll have to keep
paying people money to please them rather than buying your bird
seed." The
parrot cocked her head giving him a flutter of her wings as was her
habit when she had lost interest in the current topic interesting
herself in the food now on offer as another feminine voice spoke
across from him.
"Sorry
for the wait sir what would you like?" The girl gave him a
breathless smile as she straightened herself up, she was pretty in a
simple way her long red hair curling slightly and a long strand hung
across the right side of her face down across her button nose and
small cute smile though evidently weary in her posture her green eyes
shone brightly in the way of one who enjoys their work. Grissen gave
her polite courteous nod and returned her smile with his own as he
pulled two copper from his belt pouch sliding them along the table
with two fingers towards her.
"What
would you suggest for a hungry traveller my good lady?"
Giggling
slightly as his words she careful and quickly slipped the coins into
her front apron pocket peeking back towards the bar to see if the
bar tender is listening before replying in a hushed tone.
"Well
your certainly a gentleman aren't you... well we have the bread and
cheese with local ale or mixed stew and bread with the choice of milk
or cider for a copper, or mutton, veg and bread for 2 copper with
either grog or ale... the muttons been reheated two nights now so
I'd advise the stew... I made it myself."
"Well
I'll have the stew and milk please, copper here when you get back...
and what would you like my dwarven companion I owe you at least a
drink for your pleasant company." A look of surprise appeared on
the dwarfs face barely visible thought its elegant beard as he looked
up at Grissen as if seeing him for the first time.
"Well
I'll be, I've not heard myself described as pleasant company before,
you have strange tastes lad ha well since your offering I'll have the
brown and yellow and a decent ale this time thank you." The
dwarves voice was crisp and deep though something was strange about
it though its deep laugh sounded like the grate of stone, Grissen
allowed himself a grin, dwarves were the bankers of the world forever
taking notes of debts and if he guessed right he had just evened the
score thus improving the dwarf’s mood.
With
a smile the barmaid soft voice filled the air once more
"So
that’s two copper please one now one when I bring your food and
drinks." and with a swift flick of her skirt she made her way
through the crowd, an old man obviously a merchant from his clothing
called out from the bar as she passed.
"That’s
some drinker you got there Elisa a really mighty man." A few
laughs and jeers echoed from around the room though the girl was
swift to respond.
"Your
one to talk Tal I bet at least he pays his tab and doesn't burn
himself by passing out at the fireplace." More laughs circled
the room as several sailors patted the old merchant's back in jest as
he smile back at the girl.
"Ah
Lass you put a stake in old Tal's heart you really do."
The
room quieted down as evening slowly continued its march into night
the rain trickling through the roofs and gutters of the city, wiping
the corners of his mouth tenderly with his handkerchief Grissen
pushed the empty bowl away now nursing his drink as he watched the
waterfall of rainwater through the thick glass window the cities
occupants now reduced to a trickle themselves on its streets. He
sighed slightly he had been hoping to make more progress into the
city but an hour had passed and he still had not left the docks, it
seemed business would have to wait for the morning and now he would
be best to secure himself for the night, a loud belch beside him
signalled that his companion had finished his own meal and thus would
be ready for some questions.
"So
do you know of any decent priced inns nearby? This rain doesn't seem
to letting up tonight."
The
dwarf reply was another grating laugh as he pointed his mug somewhat
groggily at him "Why not just stay here? The Storm Dragon is
probably the cheapest inn that you won't get your pouch stolen in
around here."
Nodding
at the dwarf Grissen rose from making his way through the crowd of
seated drinkers several Halflings cursing at him in their guttural
language when he obstructs their view of a game of cards as he headed
towards the bar, noticing his earlier heckler waving at him he
slipped onto an empty stool next to the old merchant while quickly
gazing side to side along the thick oak bar searching for the bar
keeper.
"Looking
for Jakab?, he's currently in the back fetching another keg of the
local... about earlier I was just messing around no hard feelings"
the old merchants breath rich with the smell of alcohol and meat hit
him like a wave, resisting the urge to wrinkle his noise Grissen
offer a gloved hand out nodding politely as he did so.
"No
harm done, I'm Grissen I've just been transferred here by my guild,
thought I'd keep out the rain for the evening."
"Tal
Sander of Sander and Clar, Tis a pleasure and you chose the right inn
my friend, old Jakab runs an honest place here and between you and me
he has the best choice of staff on the docks." The merchant
shook his hand firmly a twisted grin on his flushed face before
continuing.
"Yep
been coming down here for 8 years now since I first came to the city,
good prices, good company and I have enough friends to keep an eye on
me on the path home, if your still around for the next few days give
us a visit and we'll share some tales eh."
"Getting
your free drinks in for the week Tal?" a balding weathered
looking man wearing a thick leather apron which looked like an old
cut down sailors jacket, carrying a small keg nodded at them as he
climbed into view from the stair case behind him moving down the bar
to placing his load on the rack along side the other kegs before
turning to them a wide grin on his face, Grissen recognising an old
sailor in Jakab took a liking to him instantly.
"Well
if he can squeeze them from me he's earned them, I'm Grissen and I'm
wondering who much it would be for a room and a bath tonight."
Jakab
ran his thick fingers through his thinning hair as he spoke "Its
two copper for a room and two for a hot bath."
"Throw
in breakfast and I'll make it half a silver" Grissen counter
offered naturally.
"Done,
three copper now and two in the morning... tell me when you want that
bath and I'll have Elisa get it ready." With that the
bartender moved to deal with the calls further down the bar leaving
Tal trying to call him back. "Jakab what about my next ale...
dammit."
A
cold breeze swept through the bar whisking away the smoke and heat as
the door opened with a clatter and a pair of tall figures staggered
drunkenly into the room slamming the door behind them, drawing back
their hoods even their ragged knotted black hair couldn't hide their
obvious half orc features of slanted ears leathery skin and crooked
upright noses. The old merchant shifting on his stool leaning close
to him Tal's foul hot breath now whispered into his ear.
"Those
two are Turg and Kar, always come in here looking for a fight when
they're drunk so just keep yours eyes on your drink Grissen." No
sooner than these words were spoken were the sounds of a scuffle
behind them as a pair of Halflings were dragged from their seats and
tossed aside by the two, the brawl was quick and messy as the two
Halflings were forced from the bar cursing the half orcs through
broken teeth as the two took their seats and with hunting eyes
scoured the room for any new challengers.
Cursing
under his breath Grissen realised he had left his rapier and cutlass
with his belongs in the corner though fortunately he was still
wearing his studded leather jerkin and had his bandoleer of daggers
across his chest, there was sound of squawk from Alvina as she too
noticed the trouble and made her way to ceiling rafters above him
unfortunately this only served to draw its attention as the two
muscular figures rose from their stolen seats and approached him
sizing up either side of him as he turned to face them finishing the
last of his drink as he did so.
The
pair both towered almost a head and shoulders above him, their eyes
bloodshot and faces flushed with drink and considering the strength
and constitution of most half orcs he had encountered the two must of
had least a keg each Grissen mused, the stockier of the two his chest
as wide as a barrel was the first to speak his rancid breath making
Tal’s smell like perfume.
"Nice
bird I bet she cost a pretty gold or two, I bet a rich man like you
doesn't mind buying a round for a few thirsty people." The two
half orcs laughed and grinned at each other as watch him waiting his
reply, Grissen sighed slightly loosening the glove on his left hand
in habit as he spoke.
"She
did actually but unfortunately I don't have that sort of money as she
was a gift." He watched their faces as they stopped laughing to
glare at him, he seen it before in other idiot drunks if you weren't
a source of alcohol you were either something to have sex with or
something to punch and from what he'd heard about half orc sailors he
wasn’t ready to risk been either to these two, he just has to wait
until one moved to grab him then he roll under the blow and make a
grab for his weapons, he just had to time it right....
"Damm
it are you two idiots harassing customers again get the nine hells
out before I call for the guard." The voice surprised him it
wasn't Jakab which he would have expected it was Elisa by an empty
table as the bar tender made motions at her to be quiet the other
patrons staring at her too in quiet awe if she was mad, sensing blood
the two drunks moved away slowly advancing on the girl. Sensing his
chance Grissen shifted his weight to the balls of his feet slipping
silently from the stool as he drew a dagger from its sheath holding
it gingerly by the blade as he weighed his options. The two were
almost to the girl who was now backing up to the wall attempting to
get away from them if he went for his sword they'd definitely would
have closed the gap and would have time for a few goods hits as well
as a possible hostage, Grissen groan inwardly he wasn't a hero, if he
was completely honest he wasn't even really a good person, he was a
manipulative bastard he preferred his duels to be of wit and words
but he had a code and while they hadn't crossed it yet these two made
his blood boil especially since he had rather taken a liking to the
sharp tongued girl but could he really afford two possible corpses on
his hands in the capital city of places. Sighing once more he slipped
the thick leather glove from his left hand letting it drop into his
pocket.
Elisa's
back pressed against the hard wooden support beam as the two advanced
on her, she had expected them to calm down, not to advance on her
even though she had heard the rumours about them been the reason the
last few staff quit, her eyes darted amongst the customers trying to
find anyone to help her. The young man Grissen had been blocked from
her view and she couldn't hear any movement, she has expected someone
to help her even old Jakab for his huff and puff wasn't moving.
Cupping a bottle behind her skirt she watched the two foul drunks
beginning to reach out for her trying to resist instinctively closing
her eyes, she froze as a loud thud sounded from the wall about a foot
to the left of her, the two half orcs had also stopped and were
staring at the source of it.
His
dagger sunk harmlessly into the plaster wall with the intended effect
as Grissen drew one of his remain three his voice steady ringing with
authority as he spoke
"Touch
her and I'll have legal right to uses lethal force on you so you'd
best both leave right now before I hand your corpses to the guard."
The key to a good bluff in any argument Grissen summarised was to
use as much truth as possible in it however it relied on several
things to succeed, your targets ignorance, your appearance and your
targets been in a position to understand your message. He was dammed
if he knew if he could lethal force or not but if often it made
people pause though it was becoming increasingly obvious these two
were either too drunk or spoiling for a fight to understand as the
pair spun round on the new threat coming at him with a bellow. Kar
went down instantly with a surprised scream clutching his wrist as
the dagger span from Grissens fingertips and sunk into his right
hand, Grissen barely had time to block a savage right hook which sent
a blunt pain reverberating down his left arm the great weight behind
the blow almost sending him staggering. Pressing its advantage the
muscular half orc continued its barrage of crude hammer blows at his
head making up for its lack of finesse with drunk tenacity and
strength, gritting his teeth as his shoulder took more blows aimed
for his face Grissen stepped back twisting his body to avoid a clumsy
clawing at his eyes before countering his own elbows and fists
crashing into Turgs torso gaining nothing more than a choked whistle
of air from the half orcs lips spraying spittle over him.
Grissen
choked and coughed lungs crying out for air as he fell backwards his
vision turn black for a moment as his skull collided with a loud
crack with the sawdust covered floor boards, he hadn't even seen the
half orc's leg move before it struck him in the gut winding him his
heart beat echoing in his ears as the world seemed to slow down for a
moment. Moving in for the kill the heavy boot of the half orc rose to
stomp his face but Grissen was faster been not slowed by alcohol and
now powered by the adrenaline pumping through his veins, in one swift
motion he drew a dagger thrusting it deep into Turgs calf the flesh
hardly resisting the tempered steel as sound of wet tearing signalled
the hamstringing of the half orc which reached out to the bar to
steady himself. Recovering his breath the desperate half elf
clutched at the half orc wool shirt pulling down with all his might
causing Turg to collapse, his nose cartilage snapping with a
sickening crunch as his face connected with the hard wood bar,
pulling himself to his feet Grissen was filled with momentary sense
of relief and satisfaction as he bent down as retrieved his dagger
from the now dazed half orc calf with a savage twist before taking a
few steps forward to see what had become of his first target.
Kar
was eyeing him from behind a over turned chair as the bar patrons now
moved aside to the corners of the room the two glared bloody daggers
at one another, the half orc holding it by the blade crudely in its
left hand waiting for a chance to throw its strength ebbing as blood
flowing down its maimed hand soaking its makeshift bandage wrapping
crimson. Chancing nothing Grissen raised his now bare left hand the
elegant rune upon it glowing crimson as a strong gust of wind circled
in the room growing fiercely in the direction loudly cursing half orc
as it threw the dagger on last bid only for it to be dashed to the
floor along side pewter mugs and cutlery blown from the surrounding
tables.
"That’s
a damm storm mark... Trug blast the bastard half elf." the Kars
deep voice is drowned out by the wind as a crash behind Grissen
distracted him from his now trapped opponent, hearing Alvina elvish
caw of laughter fill the air above him he risked a glance backwards,
Grissen was pleased to see his dwarven companion nodding to him as it
was removing a wand from the crushed fingers of the further bloodied
half orc who now lay only twitching slightly. Well it was one less
problem now to deal with the other in a way that won't have me in
jail.... a grin reaching his lips as thought occurred to him causing
him to turn to the mob of patrons and sailors lining the wall he
raised his voice calling for their attention
"I
believe these two have cause you all grief and trouble in the past...
well now I offer them to you now for you judgement of what should be
done with them."
Looking
amongst themselves several nods and words passed and as the wind died
down the mob advanced upon the wounded Kar.
A
low groan issued from his lips as he sunk into the warm water, the
wave of heat flowing across his body washing the aches and a week of
sweat from his body while it lay against the edge of the wooden tub
his eyes closed. Grissen let out another sigh as he relaxed his mind
letting his thoughts of the last few hours event flow unhindered he'd
arrived in the city not even left the docks, gotten attacked by two
local bully boys, beaten said bullies, was now a local hero along
this stretch of harbour, had been upgraded free of charge to the
"captains" quarters which to be fair was worth a few
silver in itself and now was in an actual warm bath with soap that
wasn't made of old fat for the first time in over a two week all for
the price of a few large ugly bruises on his left shoulder and a
possible minor concussion but all in all not bad for three hours work
there was something to be said for been a manipulative bastard
though.. "Gods if this was three hours what would a month be
like."
"What
was that Master? Is something wrong?" Alvina's
voice rang down at him from the ceiling tinged with the faintest hint
of concern, the vision of her peering at him head cocked in curiosity
before him as he opened his eyes.
"It
was nothing I was thinking out loud... though I'm touched by your
concern." Stretching
his arms he reached for the soap on the small chair beside the tub, a
pang of complaint at the movement shooting through his left shoulder
causing him to grit his teeth.
"Its
not you I'm worried about, what about me if something happens to you
where do I go?" in
a flutter of feathers she leaped to another rafter now facing him
directly burying her beak inside her wing for a moment as she spoke.
"Where
ever your wings take you I should guess... you know that’s what I
would want." Grissen
couldn't help but resist a smile as he spoke despite her words no
matter how she tired to hide it he knew she cared, the empathetic
connection between master and familiar let them feel each others
urges and concerns but after all these years habits were hard to
break and these little word games were no exception. "Besides
I heard you laughing when that half orc was tackled by the dwarf."
"I
was laughing at the fact the stupid thing was trying to use a wand...
it would of been funnier if it had actually worked."
“Really?
Personally would find the vision of a two hundred or so pound dwarf
doing a flying tackle pretty damm funny." a
quiet chuckle left his lips as he ran the thought through his mind
again, he'd let the dwarf keep the wand as thanks but did that really
even the score between them... well time would tell.
"Really
master you shouldn't of intervened anyway we both know the only
reason you did was that slip of a girl." Grissen
shrugged at the words as he poured the warm water over himself, the
tips of his pointed ears sticking out of his wet hair, he grunted
trying to ignore the itchy heat emanating from the glowing dragon
mark on his left hand as was regular after its use.
"Yes
and she was in trouble because you drew that pairs attention to me...
besides she was rather cute."
Alvina
gave an undignified squawk "That’s
the trouble with you humans, your forever in rutting season.. I guess
I should be thankful you never learned any polymorph spells at the
collage."
"Alvina
you know as well as I do I'm a half elf besides I bet you would look
just as cute as a human or were you worried about me having me
having wings ha."
"Master
I have nothing to fear if you had wings you'd most likely end up as a
cats dinner and save me lots of trouble and besides there’s
obviously not enough elf in you."
Shaking
the water from his eyes Grissen looked up at the flapping parrot with
a raised eyebrow surprised at her change from their usual taunts
"And why do you say that?"
Alvina
head still cocked glared down on him a victorious glint in her eye as
she gave a cawing laugh "As
your uncle said before you left, you’re not enough of a mad
bastard."
A
soft knocking roused his from his slumbers, twisting in his sleep
Grissen groaned trying to ignore it. Probably one of the other
patrons drunken and lost looking for their room he told himself. The
knock came again with more urgency and insistence than before,
reluctantly kicking the covers back Grissen rose from his bed quietly
collecting his rapier and brushing the curtains to one side to allow
moonlight to shine into the room through the barred window. A man
could be never be too careful when travelling alone especially one
with a dragon mark, perhaps some bravo was out there thinking a sleep
befuddled drunkard would be an easy mark or even a assassin from a
rival house could be waiting to grease the wheels of some political
plot with your life blood. The knocking came a third time a woman’s
whisper barely audible above it "Grissen". Easing his
rapier from its scabbard he moved beside the door his fingertips
resting on the handle, just because he heard a woman’s voice didn't
mean she was alone, for a moment he briefly considered waiting and
not opening the door at all until it dawned on him how paranoid he
was been. Looking back once making sure Alvina was still sleeping
safely in the rafters he slid back the heavy bolts and slowly opened
the door. Elisa was there waiting, she looked up at him nervously
brushing her stray curl from her face her eyes shimmering in the
moonlight, Grissen couldn't help but admire her attractiveness.
"Sorry
if I woke you but... I wanted to thank for helping me earlier."
she said eventually her voice lingering in the quiet night air.
A
bit late for that isn't it couldn't she waited until morning or said
so earlier? He thought slowly his face flushing slightly realisation
dawn on him.
"Oh
it’s alright it was the least I could do... I wasn't just going to
stand there and watch." his voice was a murmur his groggy mind
still grasping the situation.
With
glance down the corridor for a briefest moment she lightly slip
forward on her tiptoes placing a light gentle kiss on his lips,
"Aren't you going to invite me in, I want to thank you
properly."
He
stood there blinking dumbfounded for a moment then wrapping his arm
around her warmly he pulled her softly to him a grin on his face, I
guess playing the hero does have its benefits he thought as the door
creaked shut ,the bolts sliding into place.
Wood
shavings littered the desk as morning light slipped between the bars
of the window dust dancing in its the beams, the noise was beginning
to pick up from outside as crew groggily marched to their ships and
the early cries of the market stalls echoed from the docks. Another
shaving slipped to the desk as the knife slide over the small piece
of driftwood once more and with careful hands Grissen held it up
examining it as the sun shone off its smooth surface. I feel a shape
in you lurking beneath your knotted surface... what is it I wonder,
Grissen rolled it once more in the light, the dew drops on the window
spraying a rainbow across his hand as he gently squeezed the light
wood feeling the soft springiness of it. It always bothered him that
he never knew what he was carving only at first that his hands seemed
to guide him, though his carvings were usually simple patterned
shapes and figures they at least fetched a few copper in a market. He
was distracted from his musings a low moan from the sleeping figure
the bed, now if only I could carve that wonderful figure... the
though flashed by leaving him with a grin as the girl awoke
stretching upwards letting the covers slip from her naked body before
turning to him with mischievous grin.
"Good
Morning, I see you’re up early hummm..." Elisa pushed the
covers back further a low moan as she work the fatigue from her
limbs, it reminded Grissen much of a satisfied cat waking from a nap.
"Yes
I needed to feed Alivna she’s a little grumpy this morning though
I'm sorry if I woke you." there was an "Hmp"
from the rafters as the parrot turned its back to them, she hadn't
appreciated been awoke in the night.
With
the lightest of steps the girl slipped from the bed approaching him
"Well I'm sure she'll get over it." leaning down she
lightly kissed him "Oh yes we were a little busy last night so I
forgot to mention it but Jakab said you can rent the room for just a
copper a day but you still have to pay for meals."
"That’s
great, a tiny room in some sailors inn, its all we've ever dreamed
of."
Grissen glared at Alvina's interruption but as he opened his mind to
speak he was interrupted again.
"You'd
be surprised by what people want but don't worry I won't keep you and
your master up every night."
He
look at Elisa an eyebrow raised surprised further by her response,
the earlier mischievous grin appearing once more on her face when she
saw his expression.
"I
was schooled in elvish when I was young I'll tell you later but first
I think a quick shower then breakfast."
"I
think I can help with the first one of those." Incanting quietly
Grissen could feel his fingers tingle as the magic began to flow and
gather within them then slowly running his hands over her body the
gathered emanated from his fingertips banishing the sweat from the
nights activities, he smiled softly at the girl as her curious
expression turned into one of confusion then surprised and finally
pleasure as he finished.
"I
didn't know you knew magic other than your mark... perhaps you can
teach me that one some time... brrr makes me feel covered in
Goosebumps though." He laughed as she pretended shivered for a
moment his voice taking on a sly but teasing tone.
"I
was schooled in magic when I was young I'll tell you more later but
first I think breakfast."
She
pouted playful pulling her hands on her hips "Are you sure you
can't show me more?" she squeaked in surprised as he sudden
scooped her up in his arms carrying her to the bed throwing her
gently back onto it.
"Well
I guess I can show you a few more tricks...” he smiled.
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