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Warlock in distresss (hekazu and FaihtfulMuse)

Freya closed the door of the room behind her before walking over to the bed and sitting down. She took off her hooded cloak and tossed it into one of the room's corners, along with her veil, which she had already taken off some time ago, when she had made her decision to kiss Harol. Afterwards, she hadn't put it back on anymore, thinking that the veil would only have been a bother during dinner. Er gloves followed soon after her hood and veil, although they were placed more carefully, onto a nightstand rather than into the corner where her cloak and veil were located. Afterwards, she started unbraiding her hair, which despite knowing that it would get hidden underneath her veil, she had braided last morning. It didn't take the woman long until her hair was hanging loose, and reached for the hairbrush she had noticed earlier when looking at the room. Starting to brush her hair, the rogue had to admit that she wouldn't mind spending a few weeks at this place. Even though that meant learning etiquette, she was good with it. After all, her teacher was quite an enjoyable person to be around.

Putting the brush away again, Freya realised that her hair still felt rather greasy, and that she would have to wash it soon, now that she had the chance to. All the while, Freya couldn't help but be smiling the whole time, and it wasn't because of all this luxury. No, all these things were great, but her reason to smile was something even better. Or someone even better, specifically seen. For some reason she couldn't explain, Harol made her happy. That made no sense, she knew the man less than three days by then, and never before had showed any interest in men from noble comeoff. Regardless, the woman shrugged off the thoughts. For all she knew, he just made her happy, and she wouldn't want it any other way.

Lying down on the bed, Freya yawned. She hadn't noticed it before, but she felt tired, unlike usually spoken, although that was mainly because she never had a chance to give in to it. Now, she had the time to let her guard down and be tired. After all, they had quite a busy morning, with almost being killed again and whatnot. Supposing that it couldn't hurt, she closed her eyes for just a moment. She would be practicing etiquettes with Harol sooner or later, or so she figured, and she was certain that she wouldn't fall asleep. Soon enough, however, it turned out that the rogue had been mistaken about that fact.

Flames of rebellion (Thewindel and FaithfulMuse)

Elliot stumbled due to the Catalyst, and only managed to turn around just in time to see a knife burying into her back. She had just saved his life. If he would just hurry, than maybe he could return the favour.

Trixie watched, frozen at her place while a light blue shield covered the three of them as Elliot spoke. Soon enough, more words followed, causing the back of Kiara to heal, although slowly and needing time. "This thing won't hold long, if all three of them will try to break it, but it should at least give me some time to heal her. Regardless of what happens, however, when they break it, run." He said to her, at which Trixie nodded.

Jackson looked at Spencer, getting straight up again. "Are you insane? You could have killed him like that!" She yelled. Of course, Elliot had done something wrong, but what Spencer did just went too far.

Warlock in distresss (hekazu and FaihtfulMuse)

Freya nodded to show she had heard what Cyrus said about her room. Apperently it was ready and in the same hallway as Harol's, so it shouldn't take her long to find the room he was talking about. She followed after Harol without hesitation, and reached for his hand. She would have no trouble with holding his hand while anyone could see, but he might think differently about it. Some people just didn't feel comfortable with that, such as the last and until today, the only man she had ever been with. Freya never really understood why he felt so uncomfortable about it, but never felt the need to make a big deal out of it.

Soon enough they found the hallway where Harol's room was and where her room should be located as well. She had no belongings with her, other than her daggers and the clothes she was wearing. She never saw the need to own many things, considering the fact that she was always travelling, so any more things than what she needed would only mean more to carry around and would end up just being extra weight for her to carry.

It didn't take Freya long to find the room Cyrus had told her about. Opening the door, she found that it looked pretty similar to Harol's room, much more spacious and with a far larger bed than she was used to. This was all definitely different from just spending the night at a tavern. She supposed that now that she had found het room, Harol would take a bath, like he had been wanting to, and Freya figured she might as well just relax a little bit.

Warlock in distresss (hekazu and FaihtfulMuse)

Freya didn't correct Lord Mortimer, not seeing as to why she should do so. She wasn't exactly driven out, but she had made the choice to leave by herself, not exactly wanting to spend the rest of her life in a village where everyone knew her as the daughter of a wench. She felt sure enough that such a life wouldn't have brought her much happines. Not that the life she currently had existed of nothing but happines, of course it had its downsides, perhaps even more bad than good things. Still, she preferred living the life of a traveler above her old life back in the village where she was born.

Then the man started about etiquettes, a thing Freya more or less was unfamiliar with. She knew enough to behave decently in front of their host, but that would be about it. Not to mention the fact that these men were nobles, nothing that she could compare to the people she met before coming across Harol. Their etiquettes most definitely differed from what she was used to. Lord Mortimer suggested that Harol would teach her proper etiquettes, which was something Freya was perfectly fine with. "I am good with that." Was Freya's simple answer to the man asking her if she was okay with Harol teaching her etiquettes.

When the roasted duck was put onto the table, Freya did notice that it looked quite good. Nothing that could be compared to the unfortunate birds that ended up above her campfire every now and then. She supposed that only made sense, though, and that none of the meals that were served in here could be compared to what she was used to it. Once she was handed a fork and a knife, she took a piece of the roast.

Flames of rebellion (Thewindel and FaithfulMuse)

Trixie looked at the handcuffs, shaking her head. "I can't do anything about these things, they're magically activated and need to be deactivated in the same way." She told her. Elliot knew magic, but Trixie didn't, so she once more looked at her friend, hoping for help.

Elliot sighed, looking at his friend. This wasn't a fair fight, far from it, and he could possibly make it fair, but only by helping his friend and becoming a criminal in the progress. Sighing and hoping that he did what was right, he undid the handcuffs.

"Elliot! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Jackson yelled, noticing what the mage was doing.

"Helping out a friend!" He answered, before firing a fireball into the knight's direction, who was caught off guard and got hit in the stomach painfully.

Warlock in distresss (hekazu and FaihtfulMuse)

Freya enjoyed a few spoonfuls of the soup, before Lord Mortimer turned his attention to her, telling her he wanted to get to know her better. She supposed that made sense, especially considering the explanation that followed. It would indeed be odd if she were to stay in the house, without her host knowing anything about her. She did take a moment to consider what exactly she would be wanting to tell, before she answered. "I was raised by my mother in a little village, although I left as soon as I was capable care of myself, which was on quite an early age. Ever since, I have had no place to call home, and spend my days and nights either in taverns, or at the side of the road." She answered.

She did leave out the part about not knowing who her father was and why she had left her home village. She saw no good reason as to why she would tell the man that her mother was a wench and had never took decent care of her, leading to Freya holding a fridge towards her and being emberassed of her. She would most likely answer honestly about such things if asked about it, but she'd rather not talk about such things.

Of course, not much people knew her past from before she was a rogue. She had mentioned it last night, but considering the fact that she and Harol had been arguing, she doubted the fact the warlock had paid much attention to what she had been saying. Which could very well mean that if Lord Mortimer were to ask her about it, it could very well be the first time Harol heard about it, too, and in all honesty, it wasn't something she wanted to tell him in public.

Warlock in distresss (hekazu and FaihtfulMuse)

Edited it, it should be good now

Flames of rebellion (Thewindel and FaithfulMuse)

Trixie looked at the two, not sure what to do. Elliot was really a good person, she knew that, and he was only doing his job. He likely didn't know why exactly Kiara had left the Imperium in the first place.

"Elliot, please stop! It's not what you think, it really isn't!" She tried, looking desperately at her friend. If only he would listen, Kiara wouldn't hurt him anymore, neither.

Elliot looked at her, hesitating for a moment, during which moment the fireball in his hands flickered and almost died out. He really wanted to believe Trixie, he really did. She had told the Catalyst to stop attacking him, so he knew she cared for him. But if he would refuse orders directly given to him, than that would definitely come with consequences...

As Elliot hesitated, Jackson dashed forward, her swords now fully drawn and slashed at the Catalyst, hoping to hit the criminal.

Warlock in distresss (hekazu and FaihtfulMuse)

Thanks!

And edited it. Sorry, I was tired last night so I messed up the names a little while replying to rps.

Warlock in distresss (hekazu and FaihtfulMuse)

Freya followed Cyrus without saying a word, walking next to Harol as they headed for the dining room. Nothing in the house seemed familiar to Freya, and she figured that it would take her quite a while until she would be able to make her way through house without getting lost at least once before reaching her destination. She wasn't really used to being in such great buildings, or in all honesty, anything bigger than a tavern. Finding the way in a tavern was quite easy, pretty much the only room she would need to find was the room she'd be sleeping in. In here, it was an entirely case. It seemed like there was a different room for any kind of action one could think of, or so it seemed to Freya.

As Freya sat down, she was assisted by one of the servants, although the rogue considered it unnecessary. She was perfectly fine of sitting down by herself, why would she need a servant to pull the chaos from under the table for her? It seemed nothing short of useless to her, but she decided to not reject the servant's help, not wanting to seem rude. Rudeness wasn't something that she cared much about, but she supposed that it would be good to show good manners towards their hosts, especially considering the fact that they would be staying here for a few more weeks. And even though the woman was a rogue and had already been so for a fair amount years, she still at least knew enough about manners to behave decently.

When it was announced what they would be having for meal, Freya quietly thought to herself that it did sound like much to her. She was used to eating whatever she could find on the road, which with some luck, was a bird or any other kind of wildlife, if not berries, and if she was close to a village, something small she had managed to get from a store. Whether the food was stolen or pair for, varied. Here, however, they had two meals rather than just one, and both sounded great. While Lord Mortimer and Cyrus did something that seemed much like praying, she remained quiet, seeing no need to cite it.