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Roze had seen executions before.
In a place like Riften, if a small-time thief had been stupid enough to get caught by the guards, they were alone. More often than not she had watched from the shadows of the city, watching them be cut down by guards just for stealing some petty candelabras. They had been executions, just as this one had been. Trial by combat... unless you were a particularly epic warrior, it was a pointless endeavour. But she did not look on with pity - there was none left for Farid.
Don't get her wrong, she didn't dislike the Redguard enough to kill him... or at least, those had been her thoughts the previous night. The fun she had had with Sagax had still been bright in Roze's mind when she awoke on the morn; hungover, unsurprisingly. Damned Runner boy and his Flin, no doubt. However, she had enacted some sort of vengeance upon Farid, and was currently content with it - until she had learnt of Orakh.
Roze hadn't known much of the elderly Orc, other than the fact he was kinder than he looked - a bit like Jorwen, in that respect. Either way, the thought of him being murdered by Farid was naturally a shocking one. Not just for the act, but the very murderer. She hadn't seen Farid as the desperate kind of sort to do something like that; regardless of motive or circumstance.
In the same vein of thought, regardless of motive or circumstance, she felt no sympathy as the axe hit Farid's chest with a finalising "thunk". She'd never met the Argonian who had fought on behalf of Ashav, but he could only have been a newcomer to their group - in fact, Roze had seen more than a few new additions to the mercenary outfit in Dawnstar. Perhaps people just popping their heads in while they remained in a populated town? Roze did not know; nor did she endeavour to find out just then. She a friend to catch up with... and certain rumours about said friend to put to rest...
However, her search for Sevine came to a quick stop as she happened upon Sebastian - he looked much better. More weight in his face and body; clean-shaven; and a brightness returning to his eyes.
"Good news?" She asked hopefully, already knowing the answer upon seeing the bright smile upon his face. They'd split up the day before; her to have some fun in the markets, and he to deliver news and pleas of aid to various magic establishments around Tamriel. He'd had hopes they could do something for Winterhold.
"Perhaps; I've a friend down in the Imperial City who might be able to help us out; I'd managed to send him a message even before your rescue party arrived. I'll have to go down and see him myself though - the other Mages aren't so convinced of the news." At this, Roze's brow furrowed in concern. Not just for the fact that their were sceptical Mages about (honestly, who would lie about such an event happening? Bloody Southerners...) but also for him travelling alone. She knew he was more than capable of looking after himself, but there were still plenty of dangers about. Especially for a lone mage.
"When are you leaving? And please tell me you're not going by sea." She was met by a dry laugh at this; as mentioned, he knew how to keep safe.
"I haven't lost my mind just yet, Roza. There's no way I'm going near the coast with all those bloody ice-demons and whatever else is out there milling about." Sebastian paused then, smiling somewhat. He had no desire of leaving his oldest friend alone once more; she'd told him of the perils the group had faced, and the injuries she herself had sustained. But then again, he was one of the few Mages to survive the rescue from the College, and something had to done to warrant help. He had to try, at least. "I'll... I'll stay until you and your group depart from Dawnstar. If you go by land, I may walk with you some of the way. If by sea... well, I'll wave you off from the docks."
A somewhat melancholy smile adorned Sebastian's face now, but Roze did not share in it. Part of her had hoped he would join the group, but then, that wouldn't have been particularly beneficial for anyone. There was a good reason the pair of them never stayed together forever - terrible influences. He brought out a wild side in her that not even the Kamal had seen, and she did exactly the same to him. Not what someone wants in a - somewhat - professional mercenary group.
"I'm not sure when we leave. But I doubt it'll be tonight, so... no goodbyes yet."
"No goodbyes." Sebastian agreed with a slow nod of the head - carefully planting a kiss atop Roze's head before darting a smile at her. "I'll be at the inn. Come and find me later - we can celebrate our very unlikely survival so far."
Roze couldn't help but laugh; unlikely was a kind word for her when it came to her survival. And Sagax's, for that matter. Agreeing to meet up with Sebastian later, Roze continued on her search for Sevine. She had some questions about a cat to answer!
In a place like Riften, if a small-time thief had been stupid enough to get caught by the guards, they were alone. More often than not she had watched from the shadows of the city, watching them be cut down by guards just for stealing some petty candelabras. They had been executions, just as this one had been. Trial by combat... unless you were a particularly epic warrior, it was a pointless endeavour. But she did not look on with pity - there was none left for Farid.
Don't get her wrong, she didn't dislike the Redguard enough to kill him... or at least, those had been her thoughts the previous night. The fun she had had with Sagax had still been bright in Roze's mind when she awoke on the morn; hungover, unsurprisingly. Damned Runner boy and his Flin, no doubt. However, she had enacted some sort of vengeance upon Farid, and was currently content with it - until she had learnt of Orakh.
Roze hadn't known much of the elderly Orc, other than the fact he was kinder than he looked - a bit like Jorwen, in that respect. Either way, the thought of him being murdered by Farid was naturally a shocking one. Not just for the act, but the very murderer. She hadn't seen Farid as the desperate kind of sort to do something like that; regardless of motive or circumstance.
In the same vein of thought, regardless of motive or circumstance, she felt no sympathy as the axe hit Farid's chest with a finalising "thunk". She'd never met the Argonian who had fought on behalf of Ashav, but he could only have been a newcomer to their group - in fact, Roze had seen more than a few new additions to the mercenary outfit in Dawnstar. Perhaps people just popping their heads in while they remained in a populated town? Roze did not know; nor did she endeavour to find out just then. She a friend to catch up with... and certain rumours about said friend to put to rest...
However, her search for Sevine came to a quick stop as she happened upon Sebastian - he looked much better. More weight in his face and body; clean-shaven; and a brightness returning to his eyes.
"Good news?" She asked hopefully, already knowing the answer upon seeing the bright smile upon his face. They'd split up the day before; her to have some fun in the markets, and he to deliver news and pleas of aid to various magic establishments around Tamriel. He'd had hopes they could do something for Winterhold.
"Perhaps; I've a friend down in the Imperial City who might be able to help us out; I'd managed to send him a message even before your rescue party arrived. I'll have to go down and see him myself though - the other Mages aren't so convinced of the news." At this, Roze's brow furrowed in concern. Not just for the fact that their were sceptical Mages about (honestly, who would lie about such an event happening? Bloody Southerners...) but also for him travelling alone. She knew he was more than capable of looking after himself, but there were still plenty of dangers about. Especially for a lone mage.
"When are you leaving? And please tell me you're not going by sea." She was met by a dry laugh at this; as mentioned, he knew how to keep safe.
"I haven't lost my mind just yet, Roza. There's no way I'm going near the coast with all those bloody ice-demons and whatever else is out there milling about." Sebastian paused then, smiling somewhat. He had no desire of leaving his oldest friend alone once more; she'd told him of the perils the group had faced, and the injuries she herself had sustained. But then again, he was one of the few Mages to survive the rescue from the College, and something had to done to warrant help. He had to try, at least. "I'll... I'll stay until you and your group depart from Dawnstar. If you go by land, I may walk with you some of the way. If by sea... well, I'll wave you off from the docks."
A somewhat melancholy smile adorned Sebastian's face now, but Roze did not share in it. Part of her had hoped he would join the group, but then, that wouldn't have been particularly beneficial for anyone. There was a good reason the pair of them never stayed together forever - terrible influences. He brought out a wild side in her that not even the Kamal had seen, and she did exactly the same to him. Not what someone wants in a - somewhat - professional mercenary group.
"I'm not sure when we leave. But I doubt it'll be tonight, so... no goodbyes yet."
"No goodbyes." Sebastian agreed with a slow nod of the head - carefully planting a kiss atop Roze's head before darting a smile at her. "I'll be at the inn. Come and find me later - we can celebrate our very unlikely survival so far."
Roze couldn't help but laugh; unlikely was a kind word for her when it came to her survival. And Sagax's, for that matter. Agreeing to meet up with Sebastian later, Roze continued on her search for Sevine. She had some questions about a cat to answer!