Roughdragon1

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Saga was out of the tavern by now, relieved by his luck. The fact that he got out of there without a scratch was an accomplishment in itself, and especially so with the dwarf looking to fight, and the lady waiting to jab him in the neck with her dagger. Though it might not have turned out like he wished it would, since the dwarf’ll probably be dead by sundown, at the very least, he was safe for the time being. That is, until he noticed a weight missing from his hip.

Hey Saga, I don’t know if you noticed, but you left your sword on that table back at the tavern.

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

Saga spun around and began walking back to the inn. He’d already been out for a few minutes, so it would take some time. Hopefully, no one stole his sword. If they did, he’d make sure they'd never steal anything ever again.

Nope, just marvelling at your stupidity. Seriously, what knight forgets his sword? Also, did you see that strange man walk in? The one with the musket? Seems dangerous.

A drunk one Seele, a drunk one. Also, I don’t really care about him right now. Those lead balls couldn’t even scratch me anyway.

Actually, that thing could make quite a dent in your suit. And considering its… condition, it might just get through. Just don’t piss him off, that’s all I’m saying.

And when have I ever done that?

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@NewShoesForever
He might also run into Saga on his way out, if you want to use that idea.

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@Flightless_Soul And he'll be happily drunk and waiting.

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@Avali Saga does that a lot with Seele, though he usually takes her advice with a grain of salt.

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@EldarionI @Flightless_Soul

Saga, I’m beginning to think that words aren’t exactly your strong suit. Why don’t you just kill them? It’ll be easy enough, and I’m sure that woman’s got a bounty on her somewhere. No honor among the wicked, remember?

Seele, there is a big difference between the lack of honor and mindless slaughter. Also, tell me how I’m to fight the entire city guard once they discover I’ve killed an entire tavern?

Good point.

I swear, even the dwarf’s got better sense than you! If I ever find the man that put you in my skull, he’s going to have a very painful death.

Oh, thanks, love.

Saga let his attention completely fall away from the woman, now turning to face the dwarf. He put his sword down, resting it against the overturned table. At this point, he was fairly confident that there was going to be no fight.

“You’ve got some balls to threaten me, dwarf. Then again, that goes for your whole kin, stupid as ever. You want to rip off my armor? I’d like to see you try.” He directed that last line to everyone else in the tavern, ensuring that they didn't get any ideas.

Saga put on his helmet, ensuring that no axe or knife would pierce his skull that day.

“That woman’s a viper. As soon as your door closes, she’ll gut you with that knife of hers. I know you won’t listen to me, but one warrior to another, just keep your wits about you, if you’ve still got any left, that is.”

He turned towards the seductress, his eyes hidden by the helmet, but still glaring nonetheless. She had the dwarf in her web, and it looked as if he wasn't going to get out. Still, he had some things to say.

“Now, I can save this dwarf right now by cutting you down where you stand. You cannot fathom the strength it takes for me to stay my blade. It would ensure his safety, but being the dwarf he is, he’ll just come swinging at me with those axes. Now, on the other hand, I can leave you to your victim, go back to drowning myself in ale, and I’ll be safe, albeit with a bit of a guilty conscience. But the ale takes care of that anyway.”

Saga chuckled to himself, feeling the alcohol burn its way down his veins.

“You know, woman, I’m really feeling the second option. I’m getting quite drunk, actually. I’ll just excuse myself.”

Saga bent down in a mocking curtsy, and started for the door.

Wait, Saga! What are you doing?

A woman like her is used to getting what she wants. She won’t appreciate it much when her target walks away from her. Also, I’m fucking tired.

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@Flightless_Soul @EldarionI

Oh great, now there’s a bloody Dwarf here. Tell me Seele, when were you planning on letting me know?

Sorry, I was looking at the woman.

Of course you were. I think she reached for a knife just then. Can you confirm that at least?

Though I don’t know if it was a knife, she did reach for something.

He turned his attention back to the woman.

“And you still go on and try. Also–” He brought his blade back, holding it near her throat.

“If you think a knife’s gonna kill me, you’re either stupid or an elf.”

Turning his gaze towards the dwarf but keeping his sword on the seductress, Saga felt a faint burst of vitriol. Dwarves were dangerous. If they had their toys. This one didn’t even have his armor.

“And you, dwarf. I’ve fought your kind before. Where’s your armor at? If you had it I might’ve given you a chance. I’m sure you’ve seen what a sword does to leather. But if you want a reminder, you can come over.”

Given the odds, Saga, your chances of winning this fight are small. And that’s if the other patrons don’t join in. Since the woman isn’t on your side, they’ll likely take hers.

Fuck them! If they want to die, let them come!

Saga saw his logic, however, and glared at every patron in the inn. “If you value your life, you better leave. Now. Lest this sword send you to an early grave.”

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@EldarionI Yeah, it'll be a shorter post.

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@Flightless_Soul And the plot thickens! Again!

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@Flightless_Soul @EldarionI

Saga let a small grin escape. He had to play the part. If he showed his hand too soon, he was worried about what would happen next. Luckily, he was no stranger to these games.

There were two kinds of danger. The first was the direct, life-threatening kind. When you’re about to fight a man to the death, your heart races. Energy pumps through your veins, aching for you to make the first move; either ending the threat with a decisive strike, or forcing you to run and fight another day. In short, you know what confronts you, and you respond accordingly.

Then there was the second kind. To illustrate, imagine yourself in a snowy plain. As far as your eyes can see, there is nothing but white. As your boots crunch the snow and you sink thigh-deep into the cold, you feel something wriggling near your leg. You have no idea what it is, but you kick it away, just in case. Then, a few moments later, you feel more of the wriggling things around both your legs. They’re crawling up, through the holes in your clothes. You feel their scaly skin on your soft flesh.

This woman was the second kind. He wasn’t bad looking, not by a long shot, but a woman such as this could do much better than he. She was the type that princes and kings fawned over, and the type that queens secretly envied. The idea that she would bother with a disgraced knight was an alien one. No, she wanted something out of this. Also, a woman like her would never survive in a city. She'd be raped and killed as soon as she stepped through the gates. That is, unless there was a reason she had survived this long.

Just an idle thought, Saga, but maybe she’s after your gold?

True, he thought. That explains why she was here, with the commoners. An average man wouldn’t think twice if she were to try and seduce him. He’d fall into the snake’s spell as easily as a rat did. However, he was not an average man.

I’m so glad that I could be of use to this dull head of yours.

And this is why I hate the fact that you can read my thoughts.

Oh my, the things you wanted to do to that Oasian girl seventy-three days ago--

Shut up!

All of that happened in the blink of an eye. He had his plan. Now was the time to execute it.

Leaning back in his chair, he made sure to expose his coin purse, which visibly stretched from all the coin inside.

“Would I mind? From a woman like you? Can’t believe you’re actually asking me! Of course! But before we go, let me tell you a little story. Nothing lengthy, just a little misadventure I had with a friend of mine.”

He kept on, not letting her get a word in.

“Now this man, Varkas, he was quite the knight, you see. Handsome fellow, even more than me. On the field, no one could even scratch his armor. He plowed through hordes of Orcs, Dwarves, and Elves like he plowed through his women. The Elves, in particular, knew this. One day, he took in some elvish girl as his slave. It was after one of our raids, and he killed her parents some time during that. Of course, the fool he was, he decided to try and fuck her.”

He took a breath, letting it sink in. Then he continued. “He did. Then he had her go fetch him some ale. He drank it, and little did he know that only one of them would be walking out of his room that night.”

Saga paused, and suddenly leaned forward in his chair, glaring directly into her crimson eyes.

“You head for that door, or the only sword you’ll get this day is this one.”

He unsheathed his steel blade and jolted up from his chair, overturning the table and the empty tankards.

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@EldarionI Seele is the mind companion, and I didn't change the post; I was going to leave him at the inn originally