I have no desire to steal from you or your company.
"You're breaking my heart," Elliot said with a flat tone and a wry smile.
Syvis cupped his chin and pressed into his cheeks with her fingers and Elliot allowed for this and she said what she had to say. He'd a mind to ask
how much to see what kind of answer he would get.
But he caught sight of something and this diverted some of his attention and he looked asquint at the door as a no-shit griffin came in followed by the dwarf and this diverted more of it. Now there was a sight that sparked a furrowing of the brow in bemusement.
Dornoch was a place as cosmopolitan as
Alliria or at least not trailing so far behind. Still the rarity of it made for strangeness.
Stranger still, turned out the griffin was the winged woman, so implied Dulthir. Some kind of shapeshifter. Setting that aside, Dulthir had his brief words and took his leave and got a parting nod from Elliot and the impetus of the moment for Elliot to ask of Syvis what he had intended to ask passed.
Regardless, he returned his attention to her. Said,
"We'll see what tomorrow brings."
Glove in hand, he parted. Went up the stairs. He entered his room and shut the door and then sat on the bed. He crossed his legs, rested his palms on his knees, closed his eyes, and performed his night's self-reflection, a practice he'd followed while among the Dreng'toth. Fifteen minutes later, he stripped down and lay on the bed and shut his eyes.
* * * * *
Morning came.
Mirror to the night's self-reflection, the morning meditation. Elliot sat in the same way and for the same amount of time observed closely the workings of his mind with a focus on the battle and its aftermath from yesterday. He noted what drifted into his awareness, and puzzled out afterward what had not.
Meditation and morning routine done, Elliot dressed. Took possession of his Black Bow and his quiver. And he left his room and headed downstairs and turned in the key. Onager and Perc were likely gone already, out in the city doing whatever pleased them before the noon gathering.
Elliot heard first the Dulthir saying something, catching the tail end of it. Then Syvis. Both from within the adjacent tavern room. Elliot hooked a thumb into his belt and sauntered from the lobby and into the tavern as Syvis was speaking, she in a booth and the dwarf standing.
Apparently he's the one that calls the shots here.
Elliot stopped and spoke a few paces removed from them.
"He does."
A look and a question to them both.
"Have you got a horse?" And then a look to Dulthir in particular.
"I suppose you could say Ceridwen brought her own, of sorts."
Syvis Ceridwen Dulthir
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