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Town Center / stay
« on: Jun 09, 2018, 07:23 AM »
With some work, Thanatus had managed to find them an abandoned barn to stay in. It wasn't perfect, and he was about 99% sure the ceiling was going to leak when it rained, but it provided protection from the wind and most of the rain. The morning after they left Warwicke, he'd managed to catch and roast a chicken, and pulled the sinew out of it. He'd made a couple cords and some threads, which he was now using to sew together a blanket, having already made the lady a dress that fit her, out of a couple fabric sacks he'd found, having made a needle out of one of the chicken bones.

The cords were for this knife handle. Thana had managed to get a meat knife on the way out of House Warwicke, but while the knife itself was acceptable, the handle was kind of flimsy. The blade wobbled in it, and to say the least, it uh, it needed a bit of help. There was plenty of scrap wood and metal pieces in this barn, he could probably vaguely copy the blade design and make multiple blades.

At the moment, though, he was in the town center, looking for any sign of that cobra emblem. He swore he remembered seeing it on some of the patrols, but, he wasn't sure if he really wanted to ask one what it was, either. If anyone from House Warwicke came by, he'd probably have to go back, too; the woman was sleeping, at the moment, and he wasn't sure how long she'd stay that way, or whether she'd stay there when she woke up. If he lost her, he'd find her again, but just not losing her in the first place, that'd be a better idea. Most likely, he was jumpy, maybe a bit overprotective, but, it wasn't like the woman was capable of defending herself. She didn't even remember her own name. He didn't know how trusting she was with strangers, either, the last thing he wanted was for her to end up in the wrong person's path.

Anyway, he'd just make this foray as quick as he could. Someone knew what that emblem was. He just had to find them. Sounded easy, right? Yeah. Not so much in practice, as it turned out. He stood to one side of the town center, watching. More concerned about her, than himself, he was still dressed like a typical slave, and most paid him no mind at all. Maybe he could make a pillow out of the chicken feathers, if he could find more fabric. This was a bit difficult, but, he'd figure it out, he'd get through this, find her cobras, and he'd just hope to whatever stupid god was listening at the moment that these cobras of hers did actually want her. Thana didn't know how to get to the Free Cities. He just knew to go west, which, overall, wasn't terribly helpful. If they had to go to the Free Cities, they were going to get so lost.

Maybe he should ask someone? Thana didn't know if he wanted to draw attention to himself, and figuring out which one to ask... eh, that was a toss. His gaze darted around the crowd, some. It was still somewhat early, so there wasn't a very large crowd, just yet. As he moved a bit in place, trying to get a better look around, though, he felt his shoulder smack into someone else. "Oh, sorry," he immediately said, turning to face them.

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House Warwicke / light the way
« on: Jun 05, 2018, 05:29 PM »
A couple cubes of cheese, leftover from dinner, a few sliced tomatoes, fresh from the garden (he had not, for the record, swiped those out of the garden specifically for her-except maybe he did), a bit of turkey, and about a quarter cup of goat milk... that wasn't perfect, but, it was better. He'd already toasted the bread, to a nice even crisp, leaving the inside still soft, sprinkled some minced garlic and a bit of parsley on top, for flavor. That should do it. Really, he may just be delaying the inevitable. It may be kinder, ultimately, to just kill her and get it over with. No one would ask any questions. They all expected, sooner or later, she'd lose her mind, and that'd be that, or she'd starve, and that'd still be that.

It didn't sit right. She didn't have a collar, or one of those tattoos that body slaves were often given, nor a brand. She was well-educated, from what he could tell, spoke in a very refined manner, there was no way she was a slave. Even if she was, it made no sense to him, why someone would toss a slave, ostensibly a sizeable investment, into a tower, and forget they existed. How did anyone go completely unnoticed? How did no one else care? Many of the slaves didn't even know she was up there, which implied she'd been there quite some time. How was it that she was almost completely forgotten? The blood games ended nameless people's lives all the time; Dalmascans didn't need to do it outside the arena, too, but Thanatus should know better, than that.

About fifteen hessions; that was the value of life.

He released a long breath, gathering up the small plate, setting the milk to one side, and taking the glass of water in the other hand. It was some work, making sure he could get up there, without anyone finding out what he was doing, but, strangely, not a single Warwicke had bothered to pay him any mind, since assigning him to the lady in the tower. The slaves all said, he was wasting his time, risking his neck for nothing, but, Thanatus didn't feel that way. Someone, somewhere, knew who she was. Someone, somewhere, missed her. That was enough for him. He had no one and nothing-and his life really didn't matter, in the long run. Giving a future to those that wanted one... and she most certainly hadn't given up, just yet.

Perhaps it wouldn't be much longer, before she did. ... the Warwickes didn't pay him any mind, or her... maybe he could get her out... he mulled that over, as he went up the twelve flights of stairs, stopping at the grate, unlocking it and nudging it open. "I'm a bit late, tonight," he said, scooting through and closing it behind him. The quiet clank of it locking sounded, as he carefully made his way across her ice prison. She'd built an igloo, to one side. "But I brought surprises, this time!" Sometimes, he couldn't manage to scrounge up as much. Sometimes, all she got was bread, because he couldn't find anything else. Thankfully, it wasn't too constant an occurrence.

@incendium

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