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The armored, shadowed figure merely grunted dismissively to her curtsy. Or, rather, her attempt at one. Frowning, he took a moment to down the last of the duck and then grabbed his helmet. It was lifted up from the table and settled onto his head, and once it was secured, he leaned forward...

Horrendous

He could tell it was a chore for her to swallow it down, he just couldn't tell why. Looking down to his glass, his lifted his eyes back to her and shook his head. "No, it's not." He replies, figuring the dark was playing tricks on her eyes. "It's ale." Ale didn't quit ruin his stomach the way...

"Then perhaps don't steal and you won't have to worry about that." He replies, continuing to eat slowly. After a moment's consideration, he offered the fork - and the piece of game on it - out to her to eat. "In a way." It was both truth and lie in three little words. He'd heard of more...

"I'm of no mind to report you for a theft you didn't complete." He replies, as if that should be obvious. If she had completed it, he'd have likely just killed her and taken the coin back. At the very least, she'd have been crippled - well, with her magic, he could have made the attempt...

"Yes, you didn't know." He replies, as though that much was painfully obvious. He didn't let his gaze waver from hers, even as she raised her fist to him. Cute, but stupid. "But you're lucky you have any fingers to pretend you're holding up." The more she spoke, the more he wished he'd cut her...

Continuing to stare at her, eating quietly, he moved like an automaton set to repeat a set cycle of actions. "I can see." He replied, with the dry voice of a man well used to assumptions. "That's quite some magic you've got." He remarked, before she stood, seeming intent on making her way out of...

He was quite comfortable where he was, but with the girl at his side he was more inclined to see what she was going for. Once it was clear, though, he continued to eat, unhurried and relaxed. "Remove the hand," he says, before she got far enough to actually relieve him of the coin he carried...

He continued to eat, careful as could be. Most knew to leave him alone, as he was a well known quantity in Blackwood. Though, his nickname perpetuated the wrong idea - that he was, actually, blind. But there wasn't anything he could do about his eyes, nor anything he could do to improve on that...

The door creaked open on partially rusted hinges. Humidity was a way of life this close to the marshlands of Blackwood, and it worked it's way into the iron of many of the poorer settlements. To hear a rusty door was like hearing a bird call, or horse clop - it was simply another background...

For once, he didn't need to tell anyone what to do. A fetid wind swept through the dead branches, shaking them as if to claw the clouds from the sky. Hefting his sword into a guard, he settled in, head moving far more than his body was. Most everyone was here, save their most important guest...

She didn't need armor when he was wearing enough for two men. Or, at least, he often felt like he did. Padding and fur kept it from clanking too loudly, but if they weren't beset by now it was because they weren't home. That meant they would need to establish some kind of a defensive position...

Nearly immediately, he hefted his sword and switched into the plow guard. It was meant for thrusting, and normally, the tip of his blade would be pointed at his opponent's neck, creating an immediate threat that would keep them from lunging at him. But whatever this beast was, simply stabbing...

His eyes flickered across their surroundings again, though the first cave he saw was misleading. Realizing there were more up the slope above them, he decided that this was the barrow he'd been looking for, and that they were likely both one loud word away from being beset by ghouls of some...

The knight, dull armor flecked with dirt and gambeson stained dark by blood, stopped. Pale eyes, so milky as to give the impression of blindness, settled briefly onto her before roaming the treeline. He didn't recognize her crest - or, rather, he did? He couldn't place it, though. But, the fact...