SillyGoy

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As he listened to what Kat had to say, Ernst barely parted his mouth, his incisors touching his lower lip and his head rearing back just a bit to give him a little double-chin in an especially mocking facial expression directed towards the arrogant little shit who thinks herself more important than the rest of them! This strange black-skinned woman looks like a pilgrim down on her luck but acts like she was born in a court! What, was she born to an impoverished noble or was she just intrinsically a bitch? Either way, he decided to be the better person and give her another chance to repair their relations.

"Well, you are black and maimed and the 'fool' part was just a joke,” he said matter-of-factly, easing his face to something more normal. “What the hell are you on about? You look like a scattered monk but act like you were born in the Emperor’s Purple Room; can’t even take a little bit of banter.”

He raised his hands and unclenched his fingers wide to reveal his palms in a placating gesture of disarmament.

“But hey, if I offended, then my apologies, because I only said those mean things in turn, because you offended me after making such a shite first impression since last night; but hey, since we’re going to be watching each others’ backs out there, how about I buy you a drink?”

He grabbed a vacant mug and poured some beer into it, raising it in offering. “It’s on my tab. We don’t have to hate each other, you know.”

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Well, that's one romance possibility gone. Very unfortunate.

More unfortunate than Scottish colonial ambitions, I say. (´･ω･`)

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Ernst arched up his eyebrows, then furrowed them, then rose one up, blinking in mild confusion, but then settled in anger. “Hey, hey, where are you going? You’re not gonna eat breakfast with us? You’re gonna tell us to ‘have fun’ like last night, even refusing a free room? Perkele and Odin,” he cursed to underline his words, “I like a fierce girl but your arrogance is something else! Too much of it, I say.”

He waved a hand in a dismissive gesture. “Go out and eat somewhere else, then. I know your types, think you’re better than anyone else. The cutlets and people here are too good for you, I think. Too bad you’ve already spoiled mine. Just as good friends make feasts out of simple meals, bad people turn such feasts into three-day-old nightsoil.”

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Posted. We are getting some awful first impressions here.

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Ernst raised an eyebrow at the annoying figure from last night who just entered the tavern. She was the girl who arrogantly refused a free room, seemed to scoff at the notion of getting to know her brethren-in-arms, and now insulted his sister. Now, if her first impression was better on Ernst’s, he would have taken the jab in jest, but his nerves were being grated by the continued hostility and seeming imperiousness this girl kept acting on even when she lacked an arm! Thusly, there was a brief but bright flash of red in Ernst’s vision, and an equally quick micro-expression of a snarl that curled his lip, but in the end, he snorted and grinned.

“She’s a better catch than the black, maimed fool you are,” the archer smirked, but then quickly changed the topic. “By the way, we haven’t gotten your name, miss…?”

Ach, what an unpleasant person! Now the cutlets and pottage don’t taste as good. How dare this bitch ruin such a great breakfast when it was only beginning?!

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Man, Kat must really hate rugged impoverished farmers and woodsmen.

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And what happens in the 2-3 day interim? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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The cutlets and fish sizzled on the plate and gave off the most delectable aroma. The pottage was also good, its texture surprisingly thin and had a rather homely scent that reminded him of father’s similar soups. Ernst took it all in and shook his head appreciatively, whipping out his trusty personal spoon -- which he himself fashioned out of a goat’s horn when he was but eight years old! -- to taste the pottage first. The simple but welcome flavors danced on his tongue and gave him the shivers. So many weeks of living on but dried meats and isolated vegetables and fruit, but now he was eating the meal that he well and truly deserved. Perhaps he was a bit too preoccupied with his food, however, as he almost ignored Vidic.

“‘Chosen?’”, he echoed, while pulling the spoon out of his mouth to get another dip at the soup. “Well, actually, I just happened upon one of the message boards near the trivia and decided to come here and see what it was all about. I’m glad it isn’t a scam; really, this whole contract is rather weird, but I’ll give it a try. And yeah -- I may not be a professional, but I was bloody well trained by the best of them!”

He rolled up a sleeve and showed off a lean but thick bicep. “See this? Baby can draw an easy ten stone on the longbow. Gotta thank the local lords for sending men to train us village folk, and gotta thank them even more that they didn’t decide to kill each other and conscript us for war. The lessons came in very handy for hunting, and there was a lot of elks in the pine woods near home so it was put to good use. I was both a farmer and a hunter, and I am proud of my skills as a woodsman, let me tell you -- my steps are light on the forest floor and my eye’s keen like an eagle. Be it man or deer, I can nail one in their eye from a hundred yards without them even suspecting it coming. Okay, maybe that’s pushing it; perhaps not the eye, but definitely the chest. That’s a sure kill.”

He rolled down his sleeve and took another sip of the pottage, before cutting a little piece of pork with the bread knife on the table, blowing on the piece, and then stuffing his mouth with it. His eyes sparkled and widened, and he turned to the side to call for the tavern keep.

“Oi, tavern keep! Make me lunch as good as this before we go and I might just let you fuck my sister!”

Ignoring the keeper’s verbal counter-attack, he turned back to his meal grinning and reset his eyes on Vidic, this mysterious and young-looking man whom he knew very well underestimated him, much to his annoyance. He wouldn’t express it, though.

“Ah, he makes such good food. So, anyway, what about you, Vidic? You look like a priest. You here to give us spiritual guidance? Band like this, that’ll be quite hard.”

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It's not any of our computers' faults, but the server's. Got duplicates in other threads as well.

Edit: Posted. This particular entry highlights the romance between Ernst and food.

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Hanged Man, how do we handle the timeskip from where Tim and Miriam are and straight into Brooklyn?