The Leviathan Arrives (Two Blades..cont)

[Idrial]

Idrial folded her arms, listening as Vilik spoke. She glanced toward Aragorn, wishing he would suggest that they do the same, but she knew that probably wasn't very likely. The prospect of a bed sounded good to her ears...but she would not get what she wanted. She couldn't leave Aragorn and the elf - not until she finished what she'd set out to do. "Well...you have a good time at that." She said to Vilik, walking away from the others and seating herself at the base of a nearby tree. She made sure she was facing away from the group before she allowed her eyes to close for a few moments peace before she had to endure more of the Aragorn and the elf's criticisms.

(wow...did that make any sense? Lol...mayhap my mind is as weary as Idrials)

[Envin]

Thorongil chuckled. "Nay, neither do we plan to spend the night abroad beneath the cold desert sky. We shall exeunt to the tavern yonder and be warm in a soft bed - Gurherdir shall not trouble us this e'en. A good meal ere we turn in, and a hearty one ere we set forth is in order as well, I think. Shall we go together, then?"

[Vilik]

Vilik smiled, "Of course we will go together. You can buy me an ale for saving your neck." He said jokingly as he set out towards the tavern with Thorongil and the elf in tow. It appeared to him Idrial did not see them walking away and he called out as they passed by. "Will you be joining us, or do you intend to spend the night beneath that tree?"

[Envin]

Thorongil clapped him upon the back, with a hearty assurance that he would indeed buy him an ale, as large as he could drink, but Vilik must drink the entire tankerd without removing it from his lips, or the drink would be on him. Thorongil nudged Idrial with his foot as they passed, with a not unkindly look, inviting her to the tavern. With a scowl and a huff she followed, and soon they were within the dark, smoke-filled inn. The landlord directed them to the common room, where they took a table in a dingy corner. The serving wench came around and brought them drinks: Thorongil made good his word and bought Vilik an ale as tall as his forearm was long, and took for himself one as well.


{I wrote Idrial inside so the RP could go forward - hope that's cool, Jessy.}

[Vilik]

Vilik looked at the mug and laughed, "I didn't know they served ale in children's glasses" He lifted the tall mug and as was the agreement he emptied the contents with lowering his arm, and without spilling a drop. The strong brew didn't take long to put Vilik in a good mood and as the bar wench came back around Vilik placed two of the gold coins he had taken from Marcus on her tray, commenting as the coins fell, "An old friend of mine is treating us to dinner, bring us your finest dish if you will."

[Envin]

Thorongil flashed a toothy grin and tossed her two more, asking her for two more tankards of that fine ale, but also to bring a large mug of warm stout for his comrade. She came back soon after while the food was cooking, and plopped down the brews. As Thorongil and Vilik applied themselves to the ale, Thorongil shoved five gold coins across to Vilik and handed him the tankard of warm stout, encouraging his pleasant mood, though Vilik knew it not.

[Idrial]

Idrial wandered back down to the pub after having cleaned up and changed into fresh garments...where she had aquired them, no one knew. She had pinned her hair up atop her head, and now meandered her way through the crowd, finally spotting Thorongil, Vilik and the elf at a table near the back. Her spirits had risen considerably and she swung a chair over from another table, seating herself quickly and assuming that the two were trying to get themselves drunk. The maiden rested her elbows upon the top of the table, placing her chin upon her fists as she glanced back and forth between the two with a raised brow. "So..." she said to Aragorn, "are you buying for everyone, or just our friend here."

[Envin]

"Aye, for all - food and drink as much as ye can hold," answered Thorongil. "Shall ye join in our drinking bout, m'lady? There's a pot o' good brew handy, I'm sure," he continued, pushing the stout again toward Vilik. The serving wench came by with food, first with Thorongil's, as he had the largest amount so far: a huge joint of garlic lamb, with a bowl of mashed potatoes. Bread aplenty and apples with cheese. She offered a knife but he took his own, munched contentedly, moved down for Idrial, and swilled off the new ale she brought him. A moment later she brought Vilik's food.

[Vilik]

Vilik downed the second large mug of ale and nodded a hello to Idrial as she came to the table. "So nice of you to join us. I was begining to think you did not enjoy our company, but see that you were busy making yourself look nice." He waited for the bar wench to bring everyone's meal before he began eating his meal. After a few bites he glanced around the table and asked, "So, how did the three of you end up traveling together?" He turned to Idrial, "Are you also employed as a mercenary on this deadly mission of theirs?"

[Idrial]

Idrial forced a laugh at Thorongil's statements and shook her head. "No, it is much more enjoyable to watch you two waste yourselves away." She continued to lean forward in her chair, glancing back and forth between the two of them, finally turning her gaze toward Vilik as he spoke to her. Her cheeks flushed slightly at his first words, but she was quick to push them aside as he spoke again. This time asking questions. "Well, I do not know how the two of them came together...they will have to answer that for themselves. I am not even sure I remember how I came to be traveling with them in the first place. What I do remember is being taken by the wretched Marcus and his captain." She shuddered slightly at the thought. "But as for working with these two," she motioned to the man and the elf, "no...I am not a mercanary." Idrial's eyes wandered briefly toward Aaragorn and in their depths flashed a nearly uncontrolable anger...but she quickly masked it. Now was not the time.

[Vilik]

Vilik took a sip from a fresh mug the wench had brought him and listened as Idrial spoke, catching a glint of fire in her eyes as she looked to Thorongil, though it passed quickly. He gave her a curious look but didn't say a word about it, figuring whatever had transpired between her and Thorongil was none of his business. Instead he joked, "Well, they no doubt came to travel together due to their shared love for Oliphants, our elvish friend has made that clear already." He paused and took another sip from his mug and then commented, "It would seem that the one thing we all have in common is a dislike for dear Marcus."

[Idrial]

Idrial laughed at Vilik's statements toward the elf. Whatever his name truly was, he deserved to be brought down a few pegs. At least, that was what she thought. He'd been quite rude to her. She cleared her throat at Vilik's mention of Marcus, and she also thought of his wretched captain. Fools they had been, and she hoped one day they would pay for it. "Yes...it appears that is so. But I would not call him 'dear.'" She stated smiply. The maiden drummed her fingernails against the wooden table top, remembering the confused look he'd given her earlier...apparantly she had not done as well as she'd hoped about hiding her anger toward the one that called himself Thorongil.

[Vilik]

"Well, I did use the term lightly. Marcus was once a mate on my ship. He was kind enough cause a mutany and leave me floating on leaking dingy at sea. He deserves a dog's death if you ask me." He finished another ale and leaned back in his chair after motioning the server to bring both he and Thorongil another drink. Looking back to Idrial agian he asked, "Is it true what you said on the boat. Your a thief? If so, I imagine you do quite well, as you look innocent enough..... when not sticking people with your dager that is." He remembered her wounded arm as he metioned this, "By the way, how is that arm doing? It seems not to bother you now." He turned to Thorongil, "And you handle yourself quite well in a fight my friend. Almost seems that you could have once served in the military."

[Idrial]

Idrial bit her lip as Vilik spoke to her concerning her statement about thievery. She sighed...it was true she had said that. Once again, her tongue had ruled. "It is true that I said that yes...but only because that is what others think of me." She glanced pointedly toward Aragorn and the elf. "But I do what I do because I have to...to survive." Her face flushed once more in embarassment as he mentioned the wound she had given him. "Forgive me for that...t'was a mistake." She paused, glanced down toward the table. "And my arm will be fine...through my lifetime I have learned to become a good bearer of pain."

[Vilik]

"I assure you, I meant no offense. It is not always easy to get by these days, I have myself resorted to stealing on more occasions than one and have no regret of it. If it were easier to make a living in Gondor none of us would need resort to our occupations." He glanced at the elf, "Even an occupation so noble as killing for profit."