Theresa ot an Bol'hjar, Benedict Kaspin
"Thanks." Theresa replied, "We won't take much. We've got plenty of-" She turned her head towards Ben, who was attempting to stealthily swipe the coins off the table all for himself.
"Ben!"
"What? We could need it!""
Ben."
He groaned, a bit of smoke escaping his nostrils. And he proceeded to collect a much more reasonable portion of the money. Theresa turned towards Anne and said, "Glad we could help. Take care of yourselves." She made a gesture towards Ben, and they both left the tavern.
...
They were outside of Rockvale now, away from the aftermath of the ruckus. Ben was still hauling his bag of supplies, seeming enough to last them a fair amount of time, until they found another settlement.
That reminded Theresa of things. And she spoke up.
"Ben..." She said. The saurian turned his head and replied, brow raised,
"Yes?""We only just met but, already we're getting into bar fights like we've been at it together for years. It's really just starting to... to
hit me how sudden this all is." She looked up at him, her own brow raised as well, and asked, "You feel the same?"
"When I was first taken from my home, I was struck with the same feeling." Ben replied,
"Of course I feel the same.""It's like this constant
rush that tells you how to handle situations like this... it feels so weird to actually acknowledge it
now of all times..."
There was a brief pause.
"Look. I have to tell you something important."
"Of course. I'm listening.""Back there, in Rockvale, an old man told me... something strange. There's a curse on the Continent that keeps foreigners like us from leaving it. It has something to do with those horns we heard before and, these things called Vigils. And I don't know about you, but I've seen enough in my life to take stock in strange things like that."
She put on a bit of a worried look as she said her next piece.
"So... you still want to do this?"
"Getting home was what I told myself when I got in that boat." Ben said, shifting his feet a bit.
"Not sure if that's why I actually got in. But I'm here, and I'll happily stay here, if you'll have me.""I came here because I was just
done with everything going on in the northern countries." Theresa replied, "I don't know if I want to stay here yet, but I certainly don't want to waste my time doing nothing. So... for the time being... partners?"
She raised her hand for a shake.
"Well that one's easy. Partners."Ben offered only his finger, knowing better than to almost crush someone else's hand in his. Well, someone he liked, at least. A bit awkward but, Theresa shook it anyway.
And after that, they were off. The duo officially formed.
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Gerald paused for a moment as Cia performed her little spell. He stood there for a few seconds before, surprise, an enormous clump of licorice strands popped onto his head. He reared back a bit and felt the wig with his bony fingers.
"WHAT SOIGHT A PISS IS THIS?" Gerald said, "NAH, NAH, OI'M NOT 'AVIN' ME PRESENTABILITY SABOTAGED BOY THIS, EHHH... COIFFURE A SUGAH-STRANDS. OI DON'T EVEN LOIKE SWEETS!"
He proceeded to peel and tug the licorice off his skull, it having done nothing to erase the mark. It hid it well, but still.
Licorice.Gerald tossed the massive clump aside. "OI GOT A BETTAH IDEA." He said, proceeding to tear off a strip of red fabric from the edge of his robe, remove his golden circlet, wrap the strip around his head, and put the circlet back on.
"THERE." HE SAID, "A MUCH MORE DIGNIFOYIN' SOLUTION, FAIRY-RICHARD. NOW..." He raised his finger and began marching forward, following Saaria. "LET US CONTINUE TAH FOLLOW JUNGLE-RICHARD TO THE PROMISE LAND."
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