A lithe form didn't go bump in the night even when he was slipping past shady figures in alleyways. A bizarre land this was, a stranger city where the darker it got, the brighter the lights, the less at home he felt. He hadn't made up hsi mind whether or not he liked it but one thing was for certain, it had excellent ale. Stepping up to the door that led in his hand gripped the gnob and pulled it open while he stood waiting at the top with a gesturing hand. "Ladies first."
"Ladies first, eh? So when did you stop being a barbarian and learn some proper manners, General?" Rayvinn poked and prodded that particular bear more than could ever be considered safe. Did she appear afraid, however? Not in the slightest. Despite how much she insulted T'alathian, she had great respect for the elf and knew he was far more honorable than he liked anyone to know or even believed himself to be, perhaps. Regardless, she had her hands full with trying to make the elf behave as a
gentleman, so when he did, she couldn't help but reward the good behavior. Much like she would a puppy...she patted the top of his head, ruffling those dozens of braids. Did she know it would drive him mildly crazy? But of course, hence that wicked little grin.
Tantalizing words were choked back with a clearly facetious smile and tilt of his head when she'd disturbed the braids where they lay. "Your words have impacted me so dearly", his right hand crossed where his heart was on the left of his chest as he let the door slowly shut behind him as he followed her down. "I realized the error of my brutish ways and have decided that I shall flip a new leaf. Yes, I am an elf reborn- no longer shall I prey upon those weaker than I for self-righteous gain. No, I will be the beacon to the weaker folks and I will cast light upon the shadow slums that they have been entombed to!" Oh he was asking for it tonight.
He was asking for it and he would receive precisely what he deserved. Whack! Gibbs smacked. "I honestly have no idea why I take you anywhere, you crass barbaric smartass." He wasn't crass at the moment, and not barbaric, but really just give him a few moments to get warmed up.
Not to say the elf was confused or caught off-guard by it but it did escalate rather quickly. He rubbed the spot of the injury and shook his head. "See, this is why the men are terrified of you." Not that it had be plainly stated or even exaggerated to that level, but wasn't that something of a compliment? Yes, he might think so.
"Are they terrified of me? Are they really?" Excuse her while she appeared...impressed. Yes, she was impressed with herself. Though, she really didn't think the recent company (besides this barbaric general of her army) she had been keeping was terrified of her. She'd clearly need to find these things out. If her army was terrified wouldn't the gentler, more gentlemanly elven type be? "I am not quite so scary so long as one is respectful. You clearly are not. If they are afraid then they apparently need to learn some respect and not to anger me with shirking of their duties. I also do not pay them to be drunken defilers of women. The next time I find out one of them has done something so atrocious, a far more terrifying example will be made besides striping his back." She was trying to think of any other reason they were terrified of her and those were the only examples that came to mind.
"Well of course!" His grin said it all, the beaming confidence in which he spun his spindle of carcinogen-dialect that clearly meant he was up to no good, or perhaps telling only half of the truth. "Any who beats their employees are naturally feared and thought to be the most terrifying of people! There are certain exceptions but seeing as how you have soldiers and do not own a brothel!" Always a crass clown it seemed, he held his hands up in his defense, palms facing her. "Oh it is not without good reason though! They do need the disciplined touch. Me however? I am a changed elf, your violent tactics will prove obsolete as opposed to a concerned speech, or a well-kept chatter over some type of tea, or ale." Such a diplomat, he nodded his head with a smile while he pulled out a chair for her. "See? All things can be settled over words."
And now he was holding out chairs for her and actually asking for discussions over ale or tea. Over tea? She ignored the chair, expecting that it might very well explode (because he had obviously booby-trapped it), and pulled out one for herself and lowered her form onto it. Almond shaped jades were narrowed as she watched him, barely glossed lips pursed as she attempted to figure out what he was up to. Because she knew, without fail, he was up to something. Was her life now simply time spent with elves that were so drastically different from one another, trying to figure out their motives? Of course, the elfess was more than a bit paranoid as noted by the not accepting of a simple chair. She'd been trying to pound manners into this elf for months and when he begins to show progress, she assumes he is up to something. Yes, paranoia definitely. "All things can be settled over words, is it?" She nodded slightly, once. "What is it that you have done that you want me to settle with only words?"
A grin slowly crept over his face as he spun the chair within his hands slightly off from parallel to the table as he took a seat in it, note the lack of Michael Bay explosions while doing so and carefully but fluidly kicked his feet up to the opposite corner of her, keeping his shoes far away. "Well, perhaps I have accidentally", the words was accompanied by him air-quoting, "lost sight of that young orphan boy who watches the stables." Was he joking? He looked sincere. "We can get into detailed accounts, but what would you like to drink?" Suave, what a great misdirect by the elf. He placed one mug closer to her and then one to himself while steadily leaning back in his chair, forever posturing it so the front two legs were hovering in a state never too close or far from the ground. The back two, dangerously unstable under his weight. He was not heavy for an elf, but he was tall with muscle.
"You...did what?" Those narrowed hues widened rapidly and she blinked owlishly. "I swear upon the gods I curse far more than is healthy for an elf...I will...I will...." oh he provided her with the weapon, how helpful! She lifted the mug he slid towards her and splashed the contents right towards him. Not normally quite this prone to such displays of temper, T'alathian provoked and prodded her so many times a day that it was a wonder the elfess had a hair left on her head, or that no one had yet died.
This had to be a new record even for him; one suit of leather armor, one man, two drinks in two nights. He was now effectively drenched in his seat. "I had not yet gotten to the point where I mention that I did so much as find him down the road with the horses grazing and him needing aid carrying the water." Oh how he looked salty, tightening his grip around the braids to ooze the drink out. "Now if you would politely sit down, we'll fill that mug and hopefully its contents will refrain from assaulting me." A tinsy hint of sass, but he was a changed elf!
In her defense, the first assault, was very little ale and it wasn't her fault! Kruger had caused her to spit her ale all over T's feet! "It was purely an accident, of course." Also, if it had been poisoned? She didn't have to worry now. Amazing that she could trust her army to the care of this elf but wouldn't trust her own safety, even though he was supposed to be a bodyguard or so he thought. She would never agree to having a real guard, despite flowery oaths of fealty. "No, I am certain I do not require more to drink. You can never be certain what sort of accident might occur that might cause it to end up all over your lovely armor." She looked so completely innocent.
"Ladies first, eh? So when did you stop being a barbarian and learn some proper manners, General?" Rayvinn poked and prodded that particular bear more than could ever be considered safe. Did she appear afraid, however? Not in the slightest. Despite how much she insulted T'alathian, she had great respect for the elf and knew he was far more honorable than he liked anyone to know or even believed himself to be, perhaps. Regardless, she had her hands full with trying to make the elf behave as a
gentleman, so when he did, she couldn't help but reward the good behavior. Much like she would a puppy...she patted the top of his head, ruffling those dozens of braids. Did she know it would drive him mildly crazy? But of course, hence that wicked little grin.
Tantalizing words were choked back with a clearly facetious smile and tilt of his head when she'd disturbed the braids where they lay. "Your words have impacted me so dearly", his right hand crossed where his heart was on the left of his chest as he let the door slowly shut behind him as he followed her down. "I realized the error of my brutish ways and have decided that I shall flip a new leaf. Yes, I am an elf reborn- no longer shall I prey upon those weaker than I for self-righteous gain. No, I will be the beacon to the weaker folks and I will cast light upon the shadow slums that they have been entombed to!" Oh he was asking for it tonight.
He was asking for it and he would receive precisely what he deserved. Whack! Gibbs smacked. "I honestly have no idea why I take you anywhere, you crass barbaric smartass." He wasn't crass at the moment, and not barbaric, but really just give him a few moments to get warmed up.
Not to say the elf was confused or caught off-guard by it but it did escalate rather quickly. He rubbed the spot of the injury and shook his head. "See, this is why the men are terrified of you." Not that it had be plainly stated or even exaggerated to that level, but wasn't that something of a compliment? Yes, he might think so.
"Are they terrified of me? Are they really?" Excuse her while she appeared...impressed. Yes, she was impressed with herself. Though, she really didn't think the recent company (besides this barbaric general of her army) she had been keeping was terrified of her. She'd clearly need to find these things out. If her army was terrified wouldn't the gentler, more gentlemanly elven type be? "I am not quite so scary so long as one is respectful. You clearly are not. If they are afraid then they apparently need to learn some respect and not to anger me with shirking of their duties. I also do not pay them to be drunken defilers of women. The next time I find out one of them has done something so atrocious, a far more terrifying example will be made besides striping his back." She was trying to think of any other reason they were terrified of her and those were the only examples that came to mind.
"Well of course!" His grin said it all, the beaming confidence in which he spun his spindle of carcinogen-dialect that clearly meant he was up to no good, or perhaps telling only half of the truth. "Any who beats their employees are naturally feared and thought to be the most terrifying of people! There are certain exceptions but seeing as how you have soldiers and do not own a brothel!" Always a crass clown it seemed, he held his hands up in his defense, palms facing her. "Oh it is not without good reason though! They do need the disciplined touch. Me however? I am a changed elf, your violent tactics will prove obsolete as opposed to a concerned speech, or a well-kept chatter over some type of tea, or ale." Such a diplomat, he nodded his head with a smile while he pulled out a chair for her. "See? All things can be settled over words."
And now he was holding out chairs for her and actually asking for discussions over ale or tea. Over tea? She ignored the chair, expecting that it might very well explode (because he had obviously booby-trapped it), and pulled out one for herself and lowered her form onto it. Almond shaped jades were narrowed as she watched him, barely glossed lips pursed as she attempted to figure out what he was up to. Because she knew, without fail, he was up to something. Was her life now simply time spent with elves that were so drastically different from one another, trying to figure out their motives? Of course, the elfess was more than a bit paranoid as noted by the not accepting of a simple chair. She'd been trying to pound manners into this elf for months and when he begins to show progress, she assumes he is up to something. Yes, paranoia definitely. "All things can be settled over words, is it?" She nodded slightly, once. "What is it that you have done that you want me to settle with only words?"
A grin slowly crept over his face as he spun the chair within his hands slightly off from parallel to the table as he took a seat in it, note the lack of Michael Bay explosions while doing so and carefully but fluidly kicked his feet up to the opposite corner of her, keeping his shoes far away. "Well, perhaps I have accidentally", the words was accompanied by him air-quoting, "lost sight of that young orphan boy who watches the stables." Was he joking? He looked sincere. "We can get into detailed accounts, but what would you like to drink?" Suave, what a great misdirect by the elf. He placed one mug closer to her and then one to himself while steadily leaning back in his chair, forever posturing it so the front two legs were hovering in a state never too close or far from the ground. The back two, dangerously unstable under his weight. He was not heavy for an elf, but he was tall with muscle.
"You...did what?" Those narrowed hues widened rapidly and she blinked owlishly. "I swear upon the gods I curse far more than is healthy for an elf...I will...I will...." oh he provided her with the weapon, how helpful! She lifted the mug he slid towards her and splashed the contents right towards him. Not normally quite this prone to such displays of temper, T'alathian provoked and prodded her so many times a day that it was a wonder the elfess had a hair left on her head, or that no one had yet died.
This had to be a new record even for him; one suit of leather armor, one man, two drinks in two nights. He was now effectively drenched in his seat. "I had not yet gotten to the point where I mention that I did so much as find him down the road with the horses grazing and him needing aid carrying the water." Oh how he looked salty, tightening his grip around the braids to ooze the drink out. "Now if you would politely sit down, we'll fill that mug and hopefully its contents will refrain from assaulting me." A tinsy hint of sass, but he was a changed elf!
In her defense, the first assault, was very little ale and it wasn't her fault! Kruger had caused her to spit her ale all over T's feet! "It was purely an accident, of course." Also, if it had been poisoned? She didn't have to worry now. Amazing that she could trust her army to the care of this elf but wouldn't trust her own safety, even though he was supposed to be a bodyguard or so he thought. She would never agree to having a real guard, despite flowery oaths of fealty. "No, I am certain I do not require more to drink. You can never be certain what sort of accident might occur that might cause it to end up all over your lovely armor." She looked so completely innocent.