Crows Murder

Since Melchior made the desicion to go in disguise there was only one person that knew of it. Normally he wouldn’t ever take chances but for some reason he had hoped to keep his girl alive.  When word reaches him that the girl had spoken of her past and perhaps might have given small clues to who she was he feared some might guess as to who he is too.

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Melchior looked down on the slave sleeping. How beautiful she was and how often she had amused him with her stories, her wit. His eyes travel over her naked form while the light seemed to play tricks over it. The shadows almost like silk draped over her. How he had tried to reason with himself, tried to keep himself in the thought and mindset that she was able to adjust to the sudden changes he at times was forced to make. Her bright spirit more often than not had made him forget that he once took the dreaded black and denounce all of his life prior to his training. How he often longed to it while he had been awake and staring up into the dark sky. She was one of those stars, he figured.

Melchior softly caressed her soft skin, like a feather so light. She was so perfect and yet all that he had liked about her, could be his down fall too. A wrong word choosen could end up in her and his death. Her history so rich and filled with stories that it was torment to demand her silence over them. He felt the knot in his stumach when he even gave it thought. “How perfect you are.” he murmered while he kissed her cheek softly. “Perfect for any man but me.” he added softly.

Melchior tried to see other options and yet failed to see one that could keep her in the way she was. He could break her, but than again he would not own the perfection she was now. He turned seeing the silouhet of the reflection his dagger gave. It was as always placed near his pillow. He could draw it with the very ihn he felt there was need for it. It almost seemed to lure him, as if it already knew what he needed to do.

Melchior knew she slept and had cuddled close to him a few ahn earlier. Her warmth against him normally made him sleep but this time the grim thoughts didn’t seem to put down to sleep. Slowly he reached out to take the dagger. The reflection in the room sinister and dark. He took one of the sheets and placed it over her sleeping body. He couldn’t see her face, not while he would take the very thing he had enjoyed so much. If anyone knew of torture, he knew now. Doing something that held no outcome but loss.

Melchior than positions the dagger to that tender spot upon her body, that would make her death swift almost instant. Her brain instantly without oxigen and her heart no longer able to push her blood through her veins. He plungded it to her heart and twisted it ever quickly. The sheets instantly stain with her crimson blood. Her body contracted in that amazing will to live. He took the dagger from her chest, allowing the blood now gush out so it would drain her from all life.

Melchior didn’t feel pride, only that emptiness. That void which she had filled all the time. No longer had he a slave that could lighten his mood. A girl that served with a smile and laughter. He looked down on the now lifeless corpse of what once had been the shy girl that could lure candidates from the celibacy.  His safety had a price and with it the price was high. “Thank you my spring.” he murmers while he would take the body up his shoulder to go into the sewers to rid himself from it.

Melchior didn’t mind to have to clean the floor of her blood, it kept him occupied and perhaps from crying. His heart broken and with it he made again his vow. Never would he allow to get attached to a slave again. His hands raw of his labour being so thoroughly. Spring would remain in his memories treasured. “The Priest Kings might curse me now.” he muttered. Lifting himself up for a midnight walk. One of the killer he was. Alone with gold and steel and with the lack of the promise of Spring.

[09:29]  Melchior Wardell entered the tavern cleaning up his shirt. “Ah there you are.” he said to Creek “Come with me.” he tells him – giving no time really while he headed down stairs.

 

[09:30]  -Creek-: “Tal master,” as he followed him down the stairs to the store room.

 

[09:31]  Melchior Wardell didn’t wait, when the man came down the stairs his fist was raised and with it – it shot like a bolt from a bow – with deadly precision to the mans jaw. There was enough force in the blow – to knock a man unconcious. With it he felt himself ready – to see – if he managed to hit the man – and how it was taken. Ready as each muscle in his body was ready to counter what might be thrown at him.

 

[09:34]  -Creek- staggered back from the blow of the hit, but bounced back in a stance of defense with fist clutched and a leg ready to sweep at his new Master….but suddenly his find flashed to promise made to follow his new Master;s instructions and waited and moment before taking the much desired swing himself.

 

 [09:36]  Melchior Wardell didn’t allow the lad anything – at this point – it was only taking. Perhaps mocking him he grinned while he again took the stance to give him another good punch. This time he wouldn’t aim for the mans face but just below the ribs. HIs eyes seemed ot have darken with the hidious intentions he now held. With the punch he wouldn’t allow the lad out of his vision and with one motion he kicked him against his knee. The strength of the so called Tavernkeeper – was considerable. He practiced daily and knew how much depended on it. He was as sharp as a razor and would be ready if the lad would give up on his control and leap for him. All was about precision.

 

[09:40]  -Creek- as I stood posed to react if another blow came, I was in a rocking motion …..then the blow came swift and fast from the one who stood opposite him. . my knee hurling with pain as I was thrust back further.. but everything in me said get back up. Swearing under by breath I continued to keep control as the sweat rolled off my body, waiting to swing only if my entire being was in total danger of loss.

 

[09:43]  Melchior Wardell was unarmed and yet lethal. Each muscle that was in his body had suffered the torture of his mentors and with it the lad still had only met his beginning. “Get up!” he called out to him, again in a voice that challanged. He however didn’t give the lad much time to get in a better situation. The stairs behind him and the walls to the other side. The lad felt himself countered unless he would run up the stairs. Again he tried to hook him – again well aimed to the mans face. While his leg bend to have a good go at the mans groin. “You think this hard … get used to it since it gets worse.” he snapped at him. He would find his fist, whip or worse in the near future more than enough. “You can still walk out, maggot.” he said to him.

 

[09:48]  -Creek- blocked in by the stairs the next punch took more toll with no leave way to fall back… spitting blood from my both, I continued to swear harder under my breath…taking every ounce of will to restrain myself from my master’s blows of seemed will to abuse and punish. I continued as posed as possible and focused under the circumstances…staring at him and following his everymove, I answered , ” I can still walk out of her.”

 

[09:48]  -Creek-: mouth*)

 

[09:51]  Melchior Wardell now did something most Goreans would consider humiliating, a deathwish or the most grove insult. He spit to the man “You are nothing … not even some piece of dung I can use to lit a fire.” all this was part of the bigger sceme while he kept him well in eye. If the lad had any ounce of promise he would see it in these moments. No Assassin had worn his black easy and with it each lad would feel the cruelty of the training – the endurance of his physical and mental strength.

 

[09:56]  -Creek- feeling the spit in my face I quickly wiped in with hand noticing it mixed with the blood from my mouth. My restraint was wearing but my mind slung itself to the hazy mist of instructions given me some three nights ago just up those stairs. Although my eyes were opened I continued to try and close them mentally to the pain being inflicted and not react out of soul vengence upon the one who might one day be more than giving me a hired hand.

 

[09:58]  Melchior Wardell grabbed the bucket and took the cloth from his desk and threw it at him “Clean yourself up, worm.” he tells him. While he regarded him “Tell me lad … how do you feel now hmmm … ” the question seemed easy – but the intent of it was a devious one.

 

[10:04]  -Creek- took the cloth as I wiped the blood, sweat, and spit from my face allowing mist over my eyes to be cleared. Hearing the question asked me I fought back all kinds of words to describe my thoughts, but twisting my neck I put the question back on him, “you know how I feel” in a groan under my full voice. In an even lower growl, “humiliated I feel of course.”

 

[10:06]  Melchior Wardell grins and now narrowed his eyes “Oh you feel humiliated … consider how others will avoid your shadow.” he tells him. “You think this will be about glory … maggot … think again.” he now crossed his arms before him “You think this was unfair ?” he asks him – mockingly.

 

[10:08]  -Creek-: hearing his new master’s voice, I quickly replied, “it was not unfair my master, for I have no pride, no need of glory, my ego I have given up for naught,”

 

[10:09]  Melchior Wardell watched him “Tell me how you could have evade this ?” he asks “Considering that I took you by surprise.”

 

[10:20]  -Creek- hearing my master’s demand for an answer, and still caught off guard, I responded, “to be friends with no one….suspect everyone….prepare that all are my worst of enemies.”

 

[10:21]  Melchior Wardell nodded “Aye that seems indeed a good strategy.” he replied to him “Now Tell me … do you know the answer I was looking for several days back hmm ?” he asks him.

 

[10:24]  -Creek- his mind more clear than then and thoughts seemed to spill forth more easily, “I easily disconnect…if you died now I wouldn’t remember you tonight or care, I am a loner, I own nothing, and I only seek the gold and steel.” “If that is what you want I will take the step forward to no return of anything else.”

 

[10:25]  Melchior Wardell eyes the man sharply “I will give you a task. That task will last as long as I say it will. It needs focus, creativity, attention, anything even your bare first if need be.” he tells him “If you compleet it – your wait will be over and than the real hurt will begin.” he stated. “Ready for it ?” he asks.

 

[10:27]  -Creek-: “I have nothing else but to be ready,” I replied.

 

[10:28]  Melchior Wardell nodded “Listen since I won’t tell it a second time.” he started “All the lamps in the tavern need to remain lit. If one doesn’t burn … your life is paid for.” he started “The lights need attention so you need to ensure yourself they are fed. Next to it if someone dares to blow it out, your doomed. Get it ?” he asks.

 

[10:33]  -Creek-: “I get it my master,” I replied

 

[10:35]  Melchior Wardell nodded “Than see to it … since at this time one of the lights might already die … and with it you would have failed.” he tells him.

 

[10:36]  Melchior Wardell moved up stairs and noted the slave “Ah we have a volunteer.” he said sarcasticly “Get on your knees slave … who owns your sorry ass.”

 

[10:37]  Calgacus  took one last look around, still thre was no msign of anyone, and he finally took a decision – he would sit in the corner… and wait until …. he stopped as someone appeared out of nowhere. “Greetings…. Master” it seemed it took a while for the second word to pass his lips, and eben longer for his joints to go into operation. He turned, before he kneeled

 

[10:37] Spring shook her head and confessed “Master..a beast knows no other way to respond..but as she did”she winced but tried to smile thru it..as she looked to him,her eyes no longer resembling a summer storm but the clear blue skies.Shewas not being resistant nor disobedient..she truly kknew o other way to replay to his question asked,now or in the future, “a girl begs for your favor and forgiveness Master”

 

[10:38]  Melchior Wardell eyes were as daggers upon the slave “I didn’t hear who owns you, slave ?”he asks again – and with it his voice held urgency – he wouldn’t ask again.

 

[10:40]  Dorian Tindale nods, and draws his clothes to him, starting with his shirt for now, “Very well. I find no fault in you for your answers, girl.” He leaves it at that, drawing his clothes on, “You may return to your duties.” He is not upset with her, just sated and a little daft from the seed he’s spilled today.

 

[10:40]  Calgacus  realised he had been asked a question. “The scribe owns me Master” his face was blank, no one would know how he felt saying those words – owned by a woman, by the Priest Kings! – “The scribe Elpi, she is a ward of the House of …. “ he had forgotten what house she was a ward of

 

[10:40]  -Creek-: after following his Master quickly up the stairs he quickly begins to check all the lights to feed them, guarding them with his life, know that one remains in the alcoves that he cannot see, as he is willing to expose all that is there to see that light at all cost

 

[10:41] Spring nodded and with extreme effort and pain..blood staining her thighs and her ribs in great pain..she kissed upon his feet and eased from the alcove..and knelt outside of it..trying not to succumb to the painand exhaustion

 

[10:41]  Melchior Wardell looks at him “I see and you came here snooping didn’t you ?” he held pause “But I tell you what.” he continues “If you manage to get one of these lights out …. I will let you of the hook and not whip you for it.” he glanced to Creek to see how he would respond to it.

 

[10:43]  -Creek-: quickly hearing the challenge to the slave I rushed in behind him as his life was nothing to me, but he would not own my life I swear it.

 

[10:44] Spring saw her Master,busy withthat slave from earlier..she heard the commands and words spoken..she pressed her swollen lips together and eased herself carefully down the ladder..

 

[10:45]  Dorian Tindale gets dressed and catches up with spring, “A moment, girl..” he reaches into his pouch and withdraws a few more copper, “Here… open your mouth so you may take these to your owner. You did well.. it should be shown.”

 

[10:46] Spring looked up to the man and did as commanded..she lay her tongue out flt for the coins to be placed on it..and made a face of disgust before clearing her visage o of that expression…worse things had been put in her maw then coin..she looked to him..unable to speak…and shot a glance towards her Master

 

[10:47]  Calgacus: Hydraconis” he had remembered “a ward of the House of Hydraconis” and put that in your paga bowl and drink it, you low caste nobody, he looked down as this thought passed through his mind, hiding his face, looking up on hearing the accusation. He had plenty of those recently. “Snooping, Master? Oh no” he looked up and did his honest merchant arbitrator and councellor look – one that had served him well as a free man – “my Mistress told me to familiarise myself with the city, and give assistance where I could”. Surreptitiously he wiped the sticky paga finger on his tunic

 

[10:47]  Dorian Tindale deposits the coins on her tongue, then winks at her. He leaves the men alone, they seem busy. Adjusting his clothing a bit and running fingers through his hair, he heads out to see what else the city has to offer.

 

[10:49]  -Creek- hearing the slave he reminded him, “they stay lit slave.” “they never go out”

 

[10:49]  Melchior Wardell had of course heard every word, but it didn’t bother him much next to it he didn’t seem very impressed with the excuse. “As I said if you manage to put one light out in this tavern I will not whip you.” he tells him, now he faced Creek “I hope that you know what to do with that challange don’t you. But remember … you do not own to compensate his owner.” that should be enough for Creek to know that killing the slave would be a little over the edge.

 

[10:50]  Calgacus  looked around at the lights, and shrugged, what had he said, turn one out? Then his eyes narrowed. A task so easy… could not be so easy. He looked at the other man who appeared a little agitated.

 

[10:51]  -Creek- grabbing the slave and binding he feet and wrist behind him, he lifts him up forcing him toward the door and into the street.

 

[10:52]  Melchior Wardell: ((that won’t do creek))

 

[10:52] Spring spit out the coin into her hand after he departed..”disgusting’ she murmured to herself..she could hardly move now..sweat and blood on her..her breath came in short bursts..she dragged herself upwards and made her miserable way to her Master..she knelt demurely and wiped the coins with a rag close by before holding them up silently..blood on her face and legs..her skin motteled and flushed..she stunk and felt ashamed ..she stayed far enough away from the men..should a fight break out she had no desire to be trampled

 

[10:54]  -Creek- continued to look toward the slave as he knelt, blocking he ability to move forward….seeking to pin him in at a place where he could not access a light to extinguish it…..all the time watching and reading his next move as to what he would try.

 

[10:56]  Calgacus  noted the man’s movement, and frowned then nodded to himself as he got it, the tavern owner liked games. He played for tim, waiting to time his movement “Put out a light, Master, that sounds a straightforward task.” He looked at the lights, judging the one above and to his right could be reached in one leap.

 

[10:58]  Melchior Wardell nodded “Aye one is enough. If you manage more try … ” he jested turning to his girl while he of course would observe the lad. He himself in range of another light when he moved to his girl. A devious grin upon his features.

 

[10:59]  -Creek- pushing the slave out of the sand pit and onto the floor….I threw a swift kick to his knee as he staggered backwards seeing to insure his ability to leap or jump was compromised.

 

[11:00]  Melchior Wardell: ((always attempt – try not to godmod Creek ))

 

[11:02] Spring was newly frightened when she peeked up and saw the expression on her Master,she tried to control her breathing ,to cause her less pain..and too..to try to calm her nerves..she ached and her cunt and nether bud bled stil staining her further…she trembeled and spoke in a hoarse whisper”The man was pleased my Master”

 

[11:03]  Calgacus  staggered backwards, onto the wooden planking, and noting the man who had kicked him had his feet in the yielding sand, and would not be able to move quickly, took the opportunity to run on the firm boarding around the sand pit and towards the light near the counter. He made the leap, a mental picture in his head of grabbing the light and using it to swing, possibly an “accident” might follow if his swing accidentally took him into the path of the man who was cast as “keeper of the lights” in this game he had been forced to take part in. The plan in his mental picture was good, and strong, if he made it to the light before the man mired in the sand pit.

 

[11:06]  Melchior Wardell watched the interactions, seeing if the lad had enough creativity to resolve the problem he had made him face. He posed himself against the wall while he looked briefly over his own girl.

 

[11:07]  -Creek-: lurching quickly toward the slaves move I attempted to block is ever move toward the closeness of a light if he made it he would align himself to attempt another kick toward the other knee…..getting close enough to try with a good line of sight I aimed my leg to kick at his other knee…..the kick made contact…but the damage unknown.

 

[11:10] Spring stayed as still as she could,the coin presented in an open palm.The man had paid four coppers before using the alcove and in her hand laid spread three more…her body throbbed as did the blood rushing in her ears…she tried to think of ways she might have been displeasing..she was damaged tho..and knew it..she stayed there…the skirmish going on between Creek and the slave not going unnoticed..she sjust stayed there..frightened and hurt and bleeding

 

[11:12]  Melchior Wardell took the coins and snapped his fingers “Nadu.” he tells his girl – without compassion to her status. She was only a slave and seemingly used well.

 

[11:15] Spring did as commanded with some effort..and when he took the coin her plams lay in her lap..she dared not look to him nor the men..keeping her eys downcast

 

[11:17]  Calgacus  soared majestically through the air like a tarn in an updraft of warm air, nothing could prevent his successful swinging on the lamp, it seemed. “Oof” he grunted as the man caught him on the knee. His leap had already been made, but the kick altered his trajectory and hands intended to grip the rim of the lamp firmly just brushed it with his finger tips, sending the light rocking backwards and forwards wildly, spraying oil or hot wax on all those near it.

 

[11:23]  -Creek- with my head turned and focused on the slave I quickly reached with the arm closest to the lamp to try and steady it a little…….as my other arm stiffened out to try and ward off any other leaps. Turning quickly my kneed jabbed int the direction of the slave’s balls, if a direct jab, the force was hard enough to bring him to his knees for hours…..looking to see the reaction if it made it.

 

[11:34]  Calgacus  looked up as he hit the ground and His face showed amazement as the man managed to steadfy the light and kick him in the balls in one fell movement. “Urrrgghhh “ he moaned, as he doubled up, “truly you are an athlete, sir.. master… sir…….” It seemed his interest in light extinguishing had only been a passing fancy, after all, as he writhed on the floor.

 

[11:37]  -Creek- watching the slave on the floor writhing around, I turned and walked back toward my master without a word.

 

[11:37] Spring looked to her Master and asked “might a gir beg to go bathe please ,my Master?” she could smell herself and needed to clean

 

[11:38]  Calgacus: ypou can bathe… my … balls… girl” he moaned

 

[11:38]  Melchior Wardell turns to his girl “Aye and show Creek the baths too – he can use them too.” he turned to Creek – “You can go but at your return the tasks stands.” with that he moved to the slave.

 

[11:39]  -Creek-: nodding, “yes my master.”

 

[11:39] Spring squinted at Calacus and made a face of a derisive nature to him…she looked down again and nodded “yes thank you my Master” and rose with effort and stood before Creek”this way if it pleases you,Master?”

 

[11:40]  Calgacus: Urrgghh” he said to the tavern owner

 

[11:40]  Melchior Wardell chuckled “I have to say you gave a good effort.” he tells the slave “For it I will not whip you … can you walk ?” he asks giving him a hand to stand if he would take it.

 

[11:41]  -Creek-: moving toward the slave, “the bathes.”

 

[11:41] Spring nodded and with her best effort and self discipline..she led him towards the baths

 

[11:42]  Calgacus: I think I need your girl to put some ointment on me, Master” he noted the man’s comments, and wiped some solidifying waX or oil from his face “My mistress will be wanting me, master” jhe added hopefully

 

[11:43]  Calgacus  tried to mstand, and groaned again but managed to get up

 

[11:44]  Melchior Wardell chuckles “Oh I am sure she needs you … But than again you hid in the one place she can not find you.” he dipped his head to the door “I believe you were …. treated accordingly to your tresspassing. I can only imagine that you will tell her why you walk the way you do because of it – don’t you ?”

 

[11:47]  Calgacus  took that as invitation to go, the whipping could always be reintroduced into the plans for the day, he know that. “I was obeying my Mistresses commands to acquaint myself with my surroundings Master” he heded for the doorway all the same, ready to sprint if need be, though his limp suggested he might not be the best of sprinters for a hand or two yet

 

[11:48]  Melchior Wardell grinned and watched him leave – taking his own break for the moment. Business had been good but tiresome.

 

[11:49]  Calgacus  slipped out, he might not be rushing back there any time soon, paga or no paga

 

[14:39]  Crow (melchior.wardell) eyes the woman up and down “Dress to kill ?” he asks while he glances about to see her alone.

[14:40]  Lisanor Dasmijn shot a glance at the man all dressed in black, kind of having a hunch what his profession was. A pretty distressful look on her face as she looked around to see where Mordred had run off to. Her hands ran over her dress as she did seem to be out of place here. “I had no clue he would take me here’, she answered distractedly as if the man would know what she was talking about.

[14:42]  Crow (melchior.wardell) nods once, but even that motion seemed to be done with thought. “I doubt you would have agreed if he asked ?” he asks “Either way … I doubt you wish to remain … ” he stated casual while he seemed to inspect his fingernails as if he was bored with the woman already.

[14:45]  Lisanor Dasmijn: “Probably not”, she answered him as she had been pretty pissy even before he had brought her. “Dont have much of a choice, but I guess Ill have to change a little when it comes to dresses”. She gave him a prissy look now, the thought of all her fine silk dresses getting ripped to pieces along the branches and bushes here nearly horritying her.

[14:47]  Crow (melchior.wardell) nodded “I think so …” he replied casual “I will wait while you undress.” he added as if it was some afterthought. He runs his hand through his hair while he regarded her “Oh … and before you call me rude … I am Crow … call me the local undertaker.”

[14:50]  Lisanor Dasmijn: “Watch me undress”, she asked all dignified. “What on earth makes you think Im going to undress”. Damn that Mordred she thought to herself, she had no clue where he had run off to. She was clutching her veil still in her hand. Another thing she should have put back before descending the hill. “For now Im just fine in what Im wearing, thank you very much”. Her tone of voice started to get more sharply by the minute. “Crow.. crow”, she repeasted. “Well met I guess, or maybe not..but my name is Lisanor”.

[14:50]  Lisanor Dasmijn: indignified*

[14:52]  Crow (melchior.wardell) brow lifted while she spoke “Are you … and tell me on whos authority is it that it is just fine ?” he asks tonelessly. He watched her intently and knew that she was hardly adjusted to the hard life of Laura … let alone in the Laura that was yet to be build. “Lisanor … mmm … seems quite the name … ” he again gave a dramatic gesture … as to show she was alone with him.

[14:55]  Lisanor Dasmijn: She quickly reapplied her veil regardless of he fact he had already laid eyes on her. For some reason it gave her a safer feeling. “On my ..uh..companion”. She was a kept woman really, but mentioning that to him didnt seem to be a good idea. He was right, her life had been one of luxury and to be here had definitely not been her idea. But apparently they needed a place to hide and where better to do that than at a place like this. She sighed and pursed her lips. She took a step backwards at his gesture, fully aware she found herself in a rather precarious position.

[14:58]  Crow (melchior.wardell) noticed her stepping back and wondered how many steps she needed to make to find herself out of balance. “Ah … yes companions … army of escorts … and yet … here you are alone.” he remarked bored with excuses of women in general “I can do it for you … if you fear it might give the wrong signal …I am sure in time we will teach you not to show shame at what you are.” he said while he brushed down his cloak as if there was nothing else more valuable to do at the present.

[15:04]  Lisanor Dasmijn: Really, who did the man think she was, some common place slut or whore. Her whole life had been constructed around her being properly bred and prepared to serve as a companion within Gorean tradition. Her eyes flashed but she managed to retain her temper aware that really if he intended to harm her in whatever way, there wasnt much she could do about it right now. It took her a lot of will power though, her temper always having been overly fiery. “I am not alone!”, she exlaimed. “He is just.. “, and her hand waved into the directions of the woods “still exploring a little.”, she let out a deep sigh and took another step back just as he had expected. She fell flat on her butt and after having recovered from the first shock, angrily smacked her hands to her side in an attempt to push herself up again. “I am perfectly happy with who I am right now”, she snapped back.

[15:08]  Crow (melchior.wardell) frowns “Ah … you are not alone … reminds me of a girl that once spoke of something she called movies … ” he muses. He pointed before him “I will be perfectly honest … ” he lied and with true conviction “I doubt he will return … so … you can make a choice … You undress, perhaps beg a local merchant with coin to dress you in silks … or I will do it … and I am far from very considerate to .. what might be left of your skin.” he unsheathed his dagger. The woman to stuck up to adjust in this place was better on her knees than anything else. The fact she was wearing so much black made him even more headstrong about the matter.

[15:13]  Lisanor Dasmijn: “Aahhh..”, she breathed out and shook her head completely confused at the man’s behavioiur. “What is wrong with you?… I mean.. why do you want me to undress. I come here with my companion in search of a new home. We look around and just randomly you want me to undress?”…. “Gah.. really.. men..”, she muttered these last three words to herself while she pushed herself upwards and started to brush the dirt of her skirts. “I will most definitely not undress myself and neither will you. I am Free and demand to be treated as such” Of course she was scared to death although she did her very best not to show any of it. Her eyes regarding the dagger that seemed awefully big.

[15:17]  Crow (melchior.wardell) nods again slow “Again … I ask you … on whos authority do you think you can stop me from doing so ?” he asks. He hated to speak this much and his mood was getting darker by the ihn. He moved closer as this slithering serpent “What the hell do you think woman … Being all arrogant and worried about your dress while there are dangers even worse than getting undressed.” he finally said “I would be considerate to what you say …or how you look.” he than snapped his hand out to her elbow and forced her to walk with him unless she broke free from his grip.

[15:20]  Lisanor Dasmijn: “My companions!!!”, she spoke with a high pitched voice now, a slight panic coming over her as he came closer. She could sense his mood getting darker but what bloody alternative did she have than to defy him. Undressing herself and risking a collar that way? No way in hell was she walking that road. “I am deeply sorry if I gave you the impression I was arrogant”, in that respect she started to back down a little. She walked with him obviously, not being much of a component to his strenght.

[15:21]  Crow (melchior.wardell) made sure his pace was slight quicker than her own. He was a teacher and didn’t believe in soft measures. He dragged her with him to the Inn where he had seen others.

[15:22]  Lisanor Dasmijn: She had to run to keep up, stumbled here and there until they had actually reached the inn. She had no clue what he was on about.

[15:23]  Crow (melchior.wardell) than pushed her roughly from him while he hadn’t let go of her elbow. Perhaps with the intent to let her trip over her dress. “Anyone in here !” he called out “I think this one needs a job to earn some coin … ” he added. His eyes squinted to her – a warning was given in that look alone. “Let us hope someone needs you … or you might get naked after all.” he says his voice soft but with the intent to keep word.

[15:27]  Lisanor Dasmijn did nearly trip over her dress but managed to stay upright, saving some of her dignity. She had no clue where his fucked up temper came from or what she could have possibly done to get him into that mood. All she had been doing was walk down the hill on her own. She wasnt sure whether the question about cooking was directed towards her but she hoped not. She had been raised among servants only.

[15:32]  Crow (melchior.wardell) watched her intently while he waited for someone to reply. “might be that luck has turned on you hmmm..” he said sarcasticly to her. It was clear that the woman would have to learn to adjust quickly or be at the mercy of men indeed naked. Perhaps to her luck he was a very patient man and waited a bit longer, knowing that some might be hard at work.

[15:35]  Nevar (nevar4lander) called out to the patrons..”Coming Master !” , with that she quickly wash her hands again and move into the tavern area..

[15:36]  Lisanor Dasmijn: His gaze upon her gave her goosebumps and it wasnt the kind she would get when Mordred trailed his fingers over her bare skin. “Seems luck has turned against me all day’, she mumbled adn pulled a weird face behind her veil. “Is that how you treat any free woman who comes here?.. trying to undress her, that will leave clear the town of free women within a heartbeat”. She tried to buy time with her babbling, truly hoping Mordred would walk in at some point. “I still dont get why you are doing this??”,she near squeecked. “Its completely pointless”.

[15:36]  Crow (melchior.wardell) didn’t see anyone from before and tells her “I will give you two full days … to find a good living arrangement here … or … find the coin to leave and never come back … since if it isn’t these options … I assure you … the next time I will not speak but cut that dress from you.” his words smooth and yet they eld that sinister undertone. “Now be out of my sight woman … and be sure … that when I meet you next … you have something to earn your keep.” he flicked his hand to her to dismiss her as if she was some annoying bug.

[15:37]  Mayuka-chan (mayuka.amat): H-hey! Where the hell’re you going!?

[15:37]  Mayuka-chan (mayuka.amat) scowled as she moved over to flip some of the bosk onto a pan.

[15:38]  Nevar (nevar4lander) floundered between kneeling in tower or nadu , yet opted for nadu sensing his dark mood, she waited til he had finished speaking before offering her service..”Greetings Master , Mistress” she whispered..”Might this beast be of service?’

[15:39]  Lisanor Dasmijn grunted. “Perhaps we come here with enough coin without having to take up an arrangement ” and flashed her eyes at him simply because she couldnt resist. She grabbed her skirts and turned to make her way towards the door.

[15:39]  Crow (melchior.wardell) just turns on the woman as if she was already from his mind, still aware that even she might be dangerous and as ever ready. He looked down on the girl and shook his head “No girl … and from what I was hearing you might be needed in the kitchen.” he winked to her. His dark mood clearly feigned with the lady or so it seemed.