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"Bastard."
The growl strained in her throat as the crisp air felt like a knife at her neck, the cold seeping in from the opened window to her room. They had all arrived at the inn late last night, covered in dirt and weary from travel.
They had been assigned to share rooms, and Quinnick was to share with one of the female Dreadlords that accompanied them on this mission. Before slumber could pull her into a net of light sleep, she had heard the Dreadlord mumble something about sneaking out so they could find real company than to share a room with an Initiate that was still a year from graduation. Whether or not she was supposed to acknowledge the other, Quinnick turned to her side and away from the other bed, intent on chasing that sleepiness she desperately wanted.
Waking up well before dawn was not something Livia was happy to do, but after spying the open window, she had no choice but to leave her bed and shut it closed, fighting to keep her teeth from chattering. Glancing to the other bed, it had looked as if it had not been touched. She was freezing, rubbing her hands at her arms while making her way back to her warm sheets.
From then, Livia was in and out of sleep.
When she gave up the elusive sleep her body wanted, she opened her eyes to the otherwise empty room. At least the sun had brightened the skies, giving her room a dim lighting that was enough not to warrant lighting the candles spread across the room.
Well, at least someone was enjoying themselves...
If that window had not been opened, she would have slept through the night, a feat she cannot remember achieving in some years... well, alone in bed. On her own. There was only one that could put her at ease enough to brave deep sleep.
Quinnick was glad she was able to bathe once they got their rooms last night; her clothing washed and drying before the fire that was now on the very last legs of life. Livia sorted herself out for the day and headed down to the main room of the inn, hoping to catch anyone that was on the team dispatched for the scouting mission beyond the citadel known as Vel Cirak. Having missed lunch and dinner yesterday, Livia felt ravenous upon her descent down the stairs.
There were two Dreadlords, Third Ranks as identified by their loud boasting, sat at one of the larger tables available at the inn. Another was seated before them, an Initiate that Livia had not seen much of recently. Probably one of those missions that take you away for a month or longer...
Livia crossed the room, not at all surprised to see so many already drinking so soon after dawn broke across the horizon, offering slight warmth to the cold breeze sweeping through Vel Cirak.
She slipped into the space beside the Initiate, plastering a polite smile on her face. The muscles in her face struggled to keep it up, so she settled for leaving a trace of her cordial greeting at her eyes when she looked to the Dreadlords.
"Morning." She began before a yawn interrupted her despite stifling it with the back of her hand. "When do we head back to Vel Anir? Is there time for breakfast?"
"The cook's not in the kitchen." Said one of the Dreadlords, exhaling sharply as of this is the umpteenth time he has had to explain it this morning.
Her dark brows came together, knitted in confusion. "Where is the innkeeper?"
The other Dreadlord, a burly figure of a man that took up most of the bench opposite her, pointed towards the bar.
Oh. So that is where most of the group ended up. Some looked as if they never made it to their beds or a bath. They were drunk and sluggish, but still able to let out chuckles, laughs, and hollering as the innkeeper slapped the wooden bar and laughed along with the Dreadlords.
"Well." Livia's arms crossed atop the wooden table. "This is very unfortunate." She spoke pointedly, through her teeth as she pushed away the pangs of hunger, glaring eyes settling on the innkeeper that ignored her effectively.
"There is a waffle place somewhere in the marketplace. Just keep going down this main road. Can't miss it." The Dreadlord finally spoke.
It was surely not her coin that bought their overnight stay, but Liv was a firm believer that services paid were to be expected when needed. Even if she did not partake in drinking or slinking out unnoticed to busy oneself at a brothel, Livia had expected a warm meal to break her fast.
"Right. When do we leave today?"
"Evening. These sorry souls will crash soon enough. You can help throw water on them when it is time to go. Now, you two get out of here. Go explore the citadel and be back here before dark."
Livia scowled, but turned to face the other Initiate beside her.
"Your name is Larkin, is it not? Come on, I will buy us something decent to eat." Her legs already swung over the bench, having wasted her precious minutes here, starving, and all for nought. "We are getting waffles." She grumbled loudly, making sure it was known she would take her coin elsewhere.
The growl strained in her throat as the crisp air felt like a knife at her neck, the cold seeping in from the opened window to her room. They had all arrived at the inn late last night, covered in dirt and weary from travel.
They had been assigned to share rooms, and Quinnick was to share with one of the female Dreadlords that accompanied them on this mission. Before slumber could pull her into a net of light sleep, she had heard the Dreadlord mumble something about sneaking out so they could find real company than to share a room with an Initiate that was still a year from graduation. Whether or not she was supposed to acknowledge the other, Quinnick turned to her side and away from the other bed, intent on chasing that sleepiness she desperately wanted.
Waking up well before dawn was not something Livia was happy to do, but after spying the open window, she had no choice but to leave her bed and shut it closed, fighting to keep her teeth from chattering. Glancing to the other bed, it had looked as if it had not been touched. She was freezing, rubbing her hands at her arms while making her way back to her warm sheets.
From then, Livia was in and out of sleep.
When she gave up the elusive sleep her body wanted, she opened her eyes to the otherwise empty room. At least the sun had brightened the skies, giving her room a dim lighting that was enough not to warrant lighting the candles spread across the room.
Well, at least someone was enjoying themselves...
If that window had not been opened, she would have slept through the night, a feat she cannot remember achieving in some years... well, alone in bed. On her own. There was only one that could put her at ease enough to brave deep sleep.
Quinnick was glad she was able to bathe once they got their rooms last night; her clothing washed and drying before the fire that was now on the very last legs of life. Livia sorted herself out for the day and headed down to the main room of the inn, hoping to catch anyone that was on the team dispatched for the scouting mission beyond the citadel known as Vel Cirak. Having missed lunch and dinner yesterday, Livia felt ravenous upon her descent down the stairs.
There were two Dreadlords, Third Ranks as identified by their loud boasting, sat at one of the larger tables available at the inn. Another was seated before them, an Initiate that Livia had not seen much of recently. Probably one of those missions that take you away for a month or longer...
Livia crossed the room, not at all surprised to see so many already drinking so soon after dawn broke across the horizon, offering slight warmth to the cold breeze sweeping through Vel Cirak.
She slipped into the space beside the Initiate, plastering a polite smile on her face. The muscles in her face struggled to keep it up, so she settled for leaving a trace of her cordial greeting at her eyes when she looked to the Dreadlords.
"Morning." She began before a yawn interrupted her despite stifling it with the back of her hand. "When do we head back to Vel Anir? Is there time for breakfast?"
"The cook's not in the kitchen." Said one of the Dreadlords, exhaling sharply as of this is the umpteenth time he has had to explain it this morning.
Her dark brows came together, knitted in confusion. "Where is the innkeeper?"
The other Dreadlord, a burly figure of a man that took up most of the bench opposite her, pointed towards the bar.
Oh. So that is where most of the group ended up. Some looked as if they never made it to their beds or a bath. They were drunk and sluggish, but still able to let out chuckles, laughs, and hollering as the innkeeper slapped the wooden bar and laughed along with the Dreadlords.
"Well." Livia's arms crossed atop the wooden table. "This is very unfortunate." She spoke pointedly, through her teeth as she pushed away the pangs of hunger, glaring eyes settling on the innkeeper that ignored her effectively.
"There is a waffle place somewhere in the marketplace. Just keep going down this main road. Can't miss it." The Dreadlord finally spoke.
It was surely not her coin that bought their overnight stay, but Liv was a firm believer that services paid were to be expected when needed. Even if she did not partake in drinking or slinking out unnoticed to busy oneself at a brothel, Livia had expected a warm meal to break her fast.
"Right. When do we leave today?"
"Evening. These sorry souls will crash soon enough. You can help throw water on them when it is time to go. Now, you two get out of here. Go explore the citadel and be back here before dark."
Livia scowled, but turned to face the other Initiate beside her.
"Your name is Larkin, is it not? Come on, I will buy us something decent to eat." Her legs already swung over the bench, having wasted her precious minutes here, starving, and all for nought. "We are getting waffles." She grumbled loudly, making sure it was known she would take her coin elsewhere.
