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The Nordwiir hummed, the noise reverberating from the back of her throat caught between acknowledgement and appraisal. It was rather amusing watching the alchemist battle her struggling equilibrium. The table now provided support for legs well-lubricated by wine, and it didn't go unnoticed. It...

"Ah, it is good to worrying," she remarked with a scoff, far more content to worry about the mental capacity of her temporary companions than suffer due to their ineptitude, "not good to being so drunk..." The Nordwiir was hardly one to talk when it came to the relentless wine quaffing that had...

Skad was not entirely sure if the alchemist was now actively mocking her, echoing earlier sentiments that Vida was 'doing war on her head'. The wine might have been the prime culprit; it certainly was why the Nordwiir was so uncertain of the meaning of Basil's words. Mockery or not, it would not...

No death, no sex; it was a wonder what these people did to whittle away the hours between living and dying. There was a strange satisfaction, however, in being this mortifying caricature of the primal savage, only interested in such base desires. Did it further muddy Basil's appraisal of her...

"Not wanting me dead now," she countered, "next day when job done and Vida not wanting paying, maybe." The thought hadn't evaded Skad, the natural paranoid nature of her people always lingering on the edge of her mind, even when it was being drowned by wine. If treachery was expected amongst...

What was that? A bite back? Basil's first retort warranted an intrigued glance. It did not hold the same non-committal energy as all of her previous answers; in fact, if she were reading the tone correctly, it was even a touch prickly. Of course, Skad did not believe that the alchemist was...

In truth, Skad had no real answer to Brenna's question, or at least not one that would satisfy either of them. The Nordwiir had not anticipated any cordial greeting from her people and, as such, was already feeling on the backfoot. As strange as it sounded, she would have preferred to have been...

Skad scoffed, increasingly animated by the wine as Basil protested the innocence of knowledge. The Nordwiir couldn't fathom the concept of learning for the sake of curiosity, perhaps another symptom of comfort. To her, knowledge was no different than a skinning knife. "Learn to finding what...

"Good gut," Skad replied, watching the man's back as it retreated up the slight incline to rejoin his allies, "no good thoughts in that head." The Nordwiir refrained from mentioning that he would not be the last unsavoury character they would encounter on these cursed isles. It was an...

A hypothetical question warranted a hypothetical answer, which seemed to be Basil's preferred state of being. Skad hadn't intended on offering the alchemist her favoured position, but then again, she hadn't planned on getting stranded in a foreign place, drinking wine with people who had...

When Basil spoke, Skad's expression grew puzzled as if she had just witnessed a second mouth grow from the alchemist's forehead that could only speak in riddles. I cannot see why not. An absurd statement. The Nordwiir knew who she was, and in the follow-up explanation could agree with the...

These rare moments of understanding between the language barriers and cultures were to be savoured, unlike the wine, which would be thrown down her neck at a renewed pace following her brief foray into actual hydration. While Skad agreed that she was responsible for the lives that both Urutash...

Skad was more than aware that the topic of their conversation was bleak, but if the alchemist had not realised by now that every answer to her questions on Nordwiir culture would not be a sparkling ray of sunshine, then she likely never would. She didn't expect pity to be shed on her behalf...

Vida elaborated once, her words somewhat confirming her suspicions on the matter of payment but muddying the waters as her sentence ran on much longer than it was welcome. Perhaps she had not survived the voyage, and this was the very face of Refsingar. Before Skad, with her head still in her...

Once again, the lone man had found his chance to depart the room briefly, but not before giving the Nordwiir the renewed scrutiny of his gaze. A curious person might have worried, might have imagined a great manner of thoughts on his behalf, wondering exactly what he was seeing. Skad was not...