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Markus nodded, looking at her as if for the first time. He placed a hand on her shoulder and met her gaze. "We will do this." He even believed it, as crazy as it was. "Let's head in and eat." he offered. The rest of their date (?) was quite fun, and a bit less serious than introductions. Perhaps it was the small bit of Ale, but perhaps not. They filled their bellies, and Markus walked Valerie to the Inn, chatting idly.
They grabbed two rooms for the night, and both slept fair enough. Perhaps one or both of them had a bit of nerves and stayed up a bit, but for the most part they found they could function the next day. The rooms had single beds, with a desk and a hearth for a fire. There was a small room with a bucket of water and a drain, along with a cloth for washing. When Valerie awoke, she'd find a note. It was written in flowing script.
Meet me at the North edge of town near the marketplace. We're probably going to need some supplies. I know just the place to grab them.
-Markus
The common room was busy, with the bright sun now peering through the windows as men called for more sausage and eggs. It was hearty, but somewhat less energetic than last night in the Tavern. Just waking up sore will do that to you. The air was crisp and cool, not quite heated by the sun just yet. As one would leave the Inn, there would be a line of buildings before you, but to the left on the cobblestone road, there was a corner that ran into a wider road northward, that curved to the right as one followed it to a wider courtyard that bustled with the activity of peasants and workmen. Just at the mouth of the wide street, to the right beside a few vendors, was Markus and Eloryen.
The Swordmage's thick, unkempt hair was still a bit wet. Probably from the bucket of water in his room. He was outfitted in his leather and chainmail, and his sword was sheathed and on the ground next to him. He had bent over to tie his boots. The Elf was in a tattered frock coat and twirling a flute between his fingers. As Valerie would approach, she would begin to hear their conversation.
"Ah, so you've finally decided to kill yourself." Eloryen said sarcastically. "I was wondering when that was to transpire."
"I take it that means you're not joining us then?" The Swordmage asked casually as he tied his boots.
"You know, I would. But I like living."
"You would not risk life and limb for fair maiden's heart?" Markus joked and with an amused smile.
"How could I enjoy that when I'm dead. Besides, I'm more interested in the fair maiden's-" Eloryen almost stammered when he noticed Valerie approaching. "-kind smile!" Markus had his hand on his mouth now, trying not to laugh and shaking his head.
The dark eyed young man stood up to his full height, broad shoulders but slim. He had a sly smile on. "Hey, that charm. Is that an Elvish trait or is it unique to you?"
Eloryen's glare shot daggers at Markus, but then he sighed. "When in doubt, play a tune." he replied, exasperated. He pulled out his flute, and gestured for Markus to go.
Markus laughed, and then mocking the courtly behavior of his previous life, he offered Valerie his arm. A light danced in his dark eyes, and his tone was low. He winked just in case, to let her know he was doing this for Eloryen's benefit, and as a private joke between them. "Shall we, m'lady?"
The tune of the flute flowed from Eloryen behind them.
@Luminosity
They grabbed two rooms for the night, and both slept fair enough. Perhaps one or both of them had a bit of nerves and stayed up a bit, but for the most part they found they could function the next day. The rooms had single beds, with a desk and a hearth for a fire. There was a small room with a bucket of water and a drain, along with a cloth for washing. When Valerie awoke, she'd find a note. It was written in flowing script.
Meet me at the North edge of town near the marketplace. We're probably going to need some supplies. I know just the place to grab them.
-Markus
The common room was busy, with the bright sun now peering through the windows as men called for more sausage and eggs. It was hearty, but somewhat less energetic than last night in the Tavern. Just waking up sore will do that to you. The air was crisp and cool, not quite heated by the sun just yet. As one would leave the Inn, there would be a line of buildings before you, but to the left on the cobblestone road, there was a corner that ran into a wider road northward, that curved to the right as one followed it to a wider courtyard that bustled with the activity of peasants and workmen. Just at the mouth of the wide street, to the right beside a few vendors, was Markus and Eloryen.
The Swordmage's thick, unkempt hair was still a bit wet. Probably from the bucket of water in his room. He was outfitted in his leather and chainmail, and his sword was sheathed and on the ground next to him. He had bent over to tie his boots. The Elf was in a tattered frock coat and twirling a flute between his fingers. As Valerie would approach, she would begin to hear their conversation.
"Ah, so you've finally decided to kill yourself." Eloryen said sarcastically. "I was wondering when that was to transpire."
"I take it that means you're not joining us then?" The Swordmage asked casually as he tied his boots.
"You know, I would. But I like living."
"You would not risk life and limb for fair maiden's heart?" Markus joked and with an amused smile.
"How could I enjoy that when I'm dead. Besides, I'm more interested in the fair maiden's-" Eloryen almost stammered when he noticed Valerie approaching. "-kind smile!" Markus had his hand on his mouth now, trying not to laugh and shaking his head.
The dark eyed young man stood up to his full height, broad shoulders but slim. He had a sly smile on. "Hey, that charm. Is that an Elvish trait or is it unique to you?"
Eloryen's glare shot daggers at Markus, but then he sighed. "When in doubt, play a tune." he replied, exasperated. He pulled out his flute, and gestured for Markus to go.
Markus laughed, and then mocking the courtly behavior of his previous life, he offered Valerie his arm. A light danced in his dark eyes, and his tone was low. He winked just in case, to let her know he was doing this for Eloryen's benefit, and as a private joke between them. "Shall we, m'lady?"
The tune of the flute flowed from Eloryen behind them.
@Luminosity
