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(The first few to join, don't have to ask... I am simply making this RP, because I want to use a character that I couldn't have used before.


Sorry for the Long post as well. I needed to get as detailed as possible... Something to do to help me sleep... meh.



Rules of the RP:

Maturity is very important. This RP, will be mature as in a lot of things can happen. A LOT!

Read the post before posting, and if this is your first time reading this. Read it carefully.

Be descriptive. It is important for people to understand what you are writing.

Asking questions won't hurt. Feel free to ask questions, and I will always answer them.

Regular RP rules apply like no god modding, no killing without permission etc. If you wish to know more about the basic RP rules message me and I will let you know the rest.

Rp is very lenient, but I ask not to try to take control of the RP.

All NPC's I control, are in my control. If you want them to do something minor, that is fine, but killing, or immobilising an NPC is a no no. If you try to fight, or hurt one, IC consequences will occur.

Having fun is always important, if you are not having fun, let me know, and I can do my best to help.

If you are new at Rping, and have never RP'ed before I would prefer you to ask to join. :D

If you are posting for the first time in this RP. MAKE ASSUMPTIONS, and do not question your post. Your interest in the RP, will be highly appreciated.)


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Prologue
The hush sounds of the river , eased the concentration for the archer. Subtle clicks of the mudcrabs claws was heard, and the arrow was knocked. The victim was ahead Investigating the battered caravan, across the cool stoned path. Perfect.... The archer relaxed their arm, watch the victim, and their wondering eyes. Death was soon going to welcome him with open arms. A deep breath was taken Be here now... The archer thought concentrating on their target again. Death of the victim will have it's purpose...it's for a cause ...be here now.. The thoughts took place and their concentration as back on track again. The arrow was knocked again. Another deep breath took place , while the wind helped the archer relax. The victim left the caravan , and it was time to strike.

"Two days Dammit! Two days!" A loud voice screamed.

The victim's pupils widen to see it's predator, and ran.

'By the eight!" The archer released the arrow as it drilled the deer's neck.

"You told me to wait inside the Barrow! Telling me 'Wait here, I can handle them on my own...' I waited two damn days in that skeever filled Oblivion hole. It smelled like garbage... dead skeever's rotten boar, and I swore it smelt like rotten corpse... I had to eat all the leftover venison you gave me! All because you wanted to fancy yourself around the ruin and to kill all the druagr." The young nord profusely poked the archer with every word that left him. His bright blue eyes stared down, his mentor's eyes with intent, and his anger got the best of his words. You can even here the subtle cracks in the boys voice due to him being, so scared.

Sarrina's heart dropped as the young nord spoke. " I told you to wait so you wouldn't get yourself killed like you almost did the eight other times, screaming 'Skyrim is for the nords, while attacking a group of bandits.' What in Olbivion am I suppose do for your reckless ass?!" she said, while smacking the young nords hand away from her.

Ysmin eyes watered, causing Sarrina to smirk. "I just don't want you to forget about me next time." Ysmin said, trying to hold back the tears.

Sarinna patted the nords head. " Come on now! We got what we came for right? You know you are a brave kid... Let's go back to your parents. They would want their claw back." Sarrina said with an ear to ear grin. "Beside's we woudln't want the future dragonborn to become a milk drinker now do we?" she said punching the young man in the arm.

"I am fourteen! I can handle myself woman." Ysmen said rubbing his arm, and smiling back.


The two set out a journey for Whiterun. Sarrina was greated by the two guards in front of her. "Hey, you get the boy hi..." The guard held her mouth as she saw the young nord run up the path. "Hey Ysmin." She said in a rude tone. The other Guard, Esthgur, elbowed the women in the arm, and Ingreth took off her typical whiterun helm. "If you touch me one more time!" she eyed the two, with her deep hazel eyes, and scratched her chin. It was time for her to shut up.

"His parents will be happy to see him in one piece. " He said in his thick nordic accent, and leaned in for Sarrina for only her ears to hear. "I personally thought he wasn't going to last a day."

Sarrina smiled, holding back her laugh. "I don't know how he did? Kids not all that bad." she said defending the boy a little. Ingreth moved for the others to get by. It was a long day for all of them. "Enjoy yourselves." Ingreth said, while staring back out into space.

Ysmin stared at Sarrina, watching her grab her belly. " Hey, why did you leave that deer behind." he asked the nord.

Sarrina smacked her own head. How did I forget that deer?! Her eyes gazed back at the nord with embarrassment. "Now wonder I am hungry... Another person, will take it. Their from my loss.... Hopefully."

Ysgir, and Camilie ran up to the boy with open arms, embracing their Young man. "How's did my young boy do?!" Camilie asked, while never letting her young boy go.

"He is a brave man. Maybe he won't be such a terrible adventurer afterall..." She tossed the claw to the family, and smiled. "Hope you can store it wherever it belongs."

Ysgir's got up eyeing Sarrina " Now you know nord never backs down from his word. Please take this." He gave Sarrina a coin purse. " Thanks... gold always helps." she said tossing her new coin up before putting it away.
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The next few days went by for Sarrina, and her travels lead her to Eastmarch. It was soothing to travel by a steed, but leaving the horse for her friend to tend to wasn't something she regretted.

It came to a surprise to see, something she hasn't seen, a new tavern. Her eyes rolled as she aimlessly led her young body to allow her to trudge into the inn. It came to a surprise to see a wood elf as the innkeeper, and her curiosity made her smile. "Welcome to Junipe's Hideout! I am glad to see a spry customer like yourself to walk in here. What can I do for you... Madam'" The small wood elf asked. Sarrina smiled and her interest of the Inn increased.

"I'll keep it simple, Venison would be nice... along with something to quench my thirst. Surprise me."

the Innkeeper smiled. "I'll give something.." Neymith stared into the nord's hazel eyes, while watching her scratch her red, freckled, nose. He took a long look at the woman, her courageous demeanor made him wonder about her skills,. Her black hood made her look mysterious, and the weapons she carried, made her seem unbeatable. His eyes widen out of amazement. "Are... you the dragon born?" Neymith said.

Silence crept the inn, while everyone stared wondering her answer. She looked around the room, and removed her hood from face exposing, her middle length redhair. And she let out her corky nordic laugh. "Gods no! What made you think that?! Can't a woman just get the latest gossip?" she said leaning in towards the Elf.

"Ha! That's all I hear about now that the Dragons have returned. I was... am afraid to stay out here. Some say that there are men in the mountains claiming to be the dragonborn, others say that there are cultist out there supporting the dragons return... There are even bandits located around eastmarch the area. I had a breton try to steal my damn ring the other night.... There are things to find out there. Skyrim isn't as small as I pictured it... Damn dragons are nuicense though. I hate having to hide in my little inn hoping the dragons don't burn down my belongings..."

Sarrina smiled with intent when she heard the words of the Friendly Bosmer innkeeper " I never met the woman, man, mer, or beast who claims to be born with the dragon blood.... But you are right about the damn dragons. Gods know that they are a pain." Sarrina said, while trailing her eyes. "How about that Venison now?"

It took a few minutes for the bosmer cook to prepare the food. Spices and herb's weren't used, but the meat was still prepared, with other ingredients. The meat was chopped and ready to eat as the female boiche set the plate in front of Sarrina. " He's taken by the way. " The boiche told the nord kissing her beloved on the cheek. Sarrina blushed out of embarrasment. "Don't... mind... me just being friendly that's all!" she said, chuckling nervousily.

"I thought we were going somewhere though..." Neymith said jokingly.

Sarrina mouth dropped as the embarrasment continued. Anya laughed out of the Nord's torture. "We're just giving you a hard time honey." she said.

Sarrina's worries left her, and couldn't help, but to smile. Her food was now prepared, and ready to eat. The smell caused her eyes to close shut, and her mouth to open. The food reached her tounge, pleasing her appetite. It didn't take long for her to finish. and A few drinks of water helped her get back on the road. "Thanks for the food guys. I know where to come when I want something to eat, or sleep." she said, while placing 20 gold on the counter. Anya wrapped her arms around Neymtih watching the Nord leave their inn.

"Please do comeback!"

Sarrina stood outside the Inn, placing her hands in front of her, while the sun was rising. Her breakfast was finished, and now her heart was set on the road.

The man, who claims to be dragonborn...

The horizon, of eastmarch was beautiful. The weather was warm, and the nord, who has been eager for an adventure, smiled.
This post was last modified: May 21st 2014 09:02 AM by Hobado


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Slightly further up the road a soft clanking sound could be heard, a kind of noise that only someone in heavy armour could make without sounding out of place. The figure itself was tall (6'8) and rather broad, a sure sign that the person under the steel helmet was either a Nord or an Orc. Nothing was in their gauntleted hands, though upon the figures back was a steel tower shield and upon their waist was two war axes. Just from the look of the armour alone it was nigh impossible to tell the wearer's gender, however the way they walked did give the subtle hint the armoured being was a woman.

Looking to her left, she noticed both the Nord that had just exited the tavern, and the tavern itself. Breathing an audiable sigh of relief the woman removed her helmet, and allowed her rather long flame red hair to cascade down to her shoulders, though perhaps the strangest part of her apperance was her eyes: The left being a deep blue and the other being hazle. "Word of advice, never live in Dawnstar then come here...guaranteed you will melt in armour like this..." Her voice was fairly deep, yet it maintained the bravado Nords were known for while mixing in some slight humour. "What brings you to a place so horidly warm?" She added with some irritation, the heat was really getting on her nerves since she was so accustomd to the constant freezing cold of the Northern city of Dawnstar. Walking a few steps closer she tucked the steel helmet under her right arm, there was apparently a need for being civil, which didn't suit the armoured Nord woman at all.


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The nords walk struck Sarrina's attention when her eyes left the hoizon. Her eyes scrunched, while rubbing her nose, and occasionaly sniffing. A friendly smile appeared on her face when she met the adventurer. " Ha. I'll that ." Her eyes rapidly looked at the nord back to herself. The black leather she was already cuasing her to sweat. I wonder how she's surviving in that... A subtle sniff of the armpits made sure her hygiene was up to par. Which, can be questionable. "I wonder how you are surviving out here in that. Makes me want to stop complaining about how cold Riften is?" she said, while chuckling.

Her eyes studeid the nord giving herself time to answer her question. "Curiosity." Her fingers pointed to the inn behind her. "Haven't been in this area for a few months, and when I get back I see an Inn. A cozy little place, it is. The meat is tender, the place is warm, and the owners, are friendly. Otherwise I am just traveling to wherever the road takes me. The road has many things to discover, and many things to tame." Sarrina said.

Sarrina's mind sparked an idea, causing her to expose her subtle nordic accent. "Aye!I am actually heading down to the Rift. If you aren't busy you are more welcome to join? Shouldn't be too long of a hike, and it could help for you to stop someplace cooler. If you are hungry, I have a bow, and if you are thirsty Skyrim offers her River to help quench that thirst of yours, But by the looks of it... you can handle yourself." Her hands were away from herself, while she carried her bow.

Was it a follower Sarrina was looking for? Gods No... Some may know the feeling of meeting a spry adventurer like herself, maybe it was the feeling she bot from the tall, strong and humble nord's Appearance. Or Perhaps it was Arragonce that came out of the young twenty-one year old Nord. One foot guided her body to mave forward passing the nord by with a smirk. "Maybe we can leave this horrid warmth.." She said, while walking. Her pace was steady as she started to wave behind her. " You can tell me about yourself on the way there.


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((21? my char Ana is 19...))

"The names Ana by the way" She answered telling the leather wearing Nord her name, which seemed odd since no one tended to ask her name ever...not that the woman had asked her name, but it was always better to just say it. "This?" She asked a moment after gesturing to her armour, "This is one of the lighter suits I've made...though it is just a case of money untill I get the material meeded to make some Ebony armour. Oh! You mean how I cope with the weather! Well, its just a case of endurance really" she finished, feeling a tad boastful that she was fairing so well in armour that would slow down and burn those of smaller or perhaps frailer builds.

"The Rift you say? Quite alot of thieves down that way, though a few cut off fingers will stop them...should they become a nuisance" Ana said this with a fairly dark and almost muderous tone, it was thieves and curruption of that sort that had forced her family into poverty a few years ago, though now they had recovered...luckily. "Also...umm...whats your view on the civil war and Talos? Oh and yes I will come with you to iften, but this is a bit vital..."


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"Ana? My names Sarrina, glad you're tagging along." Sarrina studied the woman and her armor, and she was impressed. "Ebony armor? My how I adore it. Hopefully you can stumble across some ingots..." She paused for a second before continuing " I'm not the best blacksmith, but look." She flashed her ebony shoulder pad, she made from scrapped armor. "Gods, know how long it took for me to make this. It was totally worth it though." She tapped the nords armor a couple of times to test the durability. "Heavy... but not too heavy. I like... Can't say that it would be fun rummaging through here in that though."

The path was soothing, quiet and warm. Occasional farmers, waved at the two, while Sarrina waved back. Her eyes quickly turned back to Ana, and gave her a guilty look. "I would be lying if I said my fingers were pure... Good news is no one would dare reach into my pocket she said with the utmost of confidence. "Let's just say old habits don't really die hard." Her smile eased as she heard about the words war come out of her mouth. "Don't get me started on all of those tyrants. Their Politics, and their pride are ruining the inhabitants of Skyrim. Ulfric may be a strong, worthy leader, but his actions haven't benefited me, and all this talk about Worshiping Talos, and it being banned? I can care less. The thalmor, can do whatever research they need, as long as they don't try to take over... I have seen a few Thalmor ambassadors arrest people for worshiping Talos.... It wasn't pleasant."

Her eyes drifted away from the Path. Talos wasn't her favorite subject. Especially with her parents worshiping the nine divines. Luckily they live in Cyrodil.

"Riften shouldn't be too far from her, we should be able to get their by nightfall... If not sooner, if I find that damn carriage." she said, while refocusing. The search for the Carriage was now on Sarrina's mind.


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There was a loud clamour from inside the inn and some shouts were heard as well as the unsheathing of a blade. A muffled voice yelled "C'MON THEN YOU BAST-" but was cut off by a thump followed by a woman's yelp.

The door to the inn flew open and two big men with blond hair stormed out dragging a dark haired man between them while a young blond woman stood in the doorway hugging her chest watching the events. The dark haired man was clearly unhappy with these events and was kicking and struggling like an angry beast but was no match for the two big men one of which had his hand clamped over their prisoner's mouth.

The dark haired man' jaw suddenly clenched causing the captor with his hand over the prisoner's mouth to yelp and release the dark haired man as blood trickled from his palm.

With his mouth now freed the dark haired man threw himself at the other captor shouting "Unhand me you ham-fisted son of a who-" but was silenced by the man with the bloodied hand striking him hard across the face.

The remaining captor threw the dark haired man into the dirt and spat on him before storming back into the inn with his companion who tossed a longsword onto the ground.

"Is.. that... all ya got?!" the dark haired man challenged as he staggered to his feet and gave a rude finger gesture to the door of the inn. Upon closer examination the dark haired man appeared to be either a Breton or a Redguard and was dressed in chainmail armour with scale mail covering his biceps with sleeveless green surcoat made from padded cloth that covered him from shoulders to ankles. He also had a pair of brown leather gloves with small steel plates that covered all the finger joints and a pair of tall cuffed brown leather boots with steel plates covering the toes. He appeared to be armed with a steel dagger on his right hip and a scimitar on his left hip with an empty sheath for a longsword on his back. The man himself was fairly tall (about 6'0) and gaunt with a wolfish face stained with dirt.

Melwyn muttered a few curses and picked up his sword and returned it to its sheath so the hilt stuck above his right shoulder then took a good long swig from a wineskin on his belt before noticing the two women on the road. He offered them a drunken grin and approached.
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Ana looked around in confusion as to the commotion, from what she could tell the dark haired man had caused a fair amount of trouble for himself...and either he was a crummy fighter or there were far too many armed people in the inn. Though upon seeing him take a drink from what appeared to be a wineskin...though it could have contained water, she sighed loudly. The drunken grin he was giving didnn't help either. "Had a punch up, I assume?" She asked in a fairly condesending manner, she hated drunkards with a passion, not the man may be a drunkard but he appeared innebriated currently, which in her mind justified her tone.

Seeing the amount of weapons he was carrying made her uneasy, it was never wise to given a drunken or drugged man a weapon...unless you wanted them to kill themselves or others, tensing she rested her hand on her waraxe and prepared to grab her shield should the need arise. As he approached something rather obvious become clear, he and herself were rather different height wise, then again most people were shorter than her...often to her own irritation.


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"Whu? ahh... them pisspots" Melwyn said quite drunkenly "naw naw naw... just, uh, philisophical difrances. I think" he said then stopped abruptly and started staggering as if he had become unbalanced. He took a long blink then pointed at the armoured woman with three finger "you..." he trailed off then apparently remembered what he was saying "...are an extraordinarily large person" he said very matter-of-factly then returned his attention to his wineskin. "Now... where would such an extraordinarily *hiccups* large person... be heading... and with such a lovely companion" he said grinning an wiggling his eyebrows at the other woman.


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(Yes it's still open I may have one or two spots left after you join. Maybe three...I would for others to ask since it has gotten enough people now.)

There long trip to riften was quick. Only a day has past giving them time to rest their heads in the carriege. The two had finally reached the inn Sarrina planned on visiting. It wasn't a surprise to see a drunken Nord get kicked out of the Black Briar Inn. Her eyes stared down in the nord's eyes wondering if the man was an idiot, a light drinker, or even a first timer... The man's comment made Sarrina to turn to her comrade, and turning back. "Learn some manners... or maybe someone should tone down on the mead...." The wiggle of his brow made Sarrina frustrated. " Ana, come on the mans inside waiting for his letter". She waved in front of the nords face.

She walked in, while the noise toned down, whatever happened finished, and Sarrina's eyes was looking for A man named Melrin. A lone short imperial sat with his hands in front of him staring at his unfinished. Sarrina approached him sutbly to try not alarm the troubled man. "Melrin... Here you are. As she gave the man his letter."

"Thank you." He siad sliding his letter under him to continue with his business. The counter was ahead as she leaned over to the counter, waiting for some food.

"What can I get for you?" The innkeeper said, while tapping his fingers.

"Just some, Give me a chicken breast... A few actually. " She said, while sliding her coin. Her eyes went away from the innkeeper watching the man in the corner. Patience is virtue when it comes to a thief, and by the looks of it, he was a patient fellow.

The innkeeper slid the plate to her, and wrapped it. "You seem like you are in a hurry. Here you are..."

Sarrina nodded out of gratefulness and walked out of the Inn. The male nord still sat out the Inn. Looking the same as he was before. "Don't strain yourself... Buddy." She said, while walking away.

"Look, I am not staying at that Inn... We can go back to the Junipe's Hideout for the night. Though I hope you arnor can cope with the warmth again..." she said with a smile walking out of the City. The drunk man was srill in her Peripherals when she walked away. Drunks... she thought.
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((Melwyn's a half-Breton half-Redguard actually, not a Nord.))

Melwyn grinned like an idiot "I'd strain myself in a few places for you love" he said eyeing the shorter of the two women up and down as he took a swig from his wineskin.

"Say, the road's a dangerous place for two lovely young lasses such as yourselves. Maybe a mercenary such as m'self could offer ya his services free of charge for such a noble cause, eh?" he said still grinning drunkenly as he got up and staggared after the two, nearly tripping over himself in the process.


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As the Drunkard had made his proposition A monstrous figure walked through the city gates, It was a gigantic Altmer who buldged with muscle. He stood nearly eleven feet tall and wore beaten banded iron armor featuring a troll skull instead of his pauldron with nordic style gauntlets and boots. His golden skin shined with sweat in the torch light beside the gates while his gigantic eleven greatsword swung on his back attached by a thick leather strap. He bore a thick scar from just under his eye to a few centimeters away from his unusually wide chin for an Altmer. His golden blonde hair blew in the slight breeze from where he had tied it back with a piece of what appeared to be Sabre cat hide. He eyed the three and laughed to himself relentlessly, he had heard the small man call himself a mercenary and his deep voice boomed over the man.

"Pah! you a Mercenary, I killed four men twice your size just down the road without even breaking a sweat."

Grey could be seen in the Altmer's hair it was obvious he was in his twilight years but this fact did not seem to faze his confidence in his sword arm which was still the size of a tree, His armor was specially made to fit his gigantic body and marked with the Insignia Strunmah It was Dragon language for mountain which he had earned as a nickname due to his enormous size. He had a large bag of coins featured at his hip in clear view of thieves but he did not seem to mind their looks. The Gigantic Altmer bowed slightly with a wide grin on his face.

"My name is Waylnn but most people simply call me The Mountain"

Waylnn held out his giant sized hands as to offer a handshake but figured he would be turned down anyhow.


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The slurs of the drunkard made Sarrina turn around. His speech was almost impossible to follow.... Almost. A smirk grew on her face once the male claimed to be a mercenary. Her mouth opened until she heard the shuffle of heavy Iron. Her head turn as she stood in Awe. The mer was a giant, towering over the three. His broad heroic voice swormed with confidence every word that left his mouth. Sarrina stood, and watched as the mer exchanged his words to the drunkard. There was a lot of doubt being thrown around in the air. The mountain... she thought shaking her head.

Waylnn extended his arm towards the group, whoever it was for was unknown, but Sarrina couldn't turn the man down. The coin purse was in her peripheral's, while her eyes stayed on the Giant. You couldn't tell that her mind was on the mer's coin purse at all. her hand met the mer's as they shook. Even standing at 5"11 her arm could barely extend past his wrist.

" The mountain, eh? It's not a surprise that you are getting some head turners with the coin purse you have. Say? How about you head over to Eastmarch with Me, Ana, and my little hireling over there. You can even pay for the carriage." She said jokingly.

Skyrim was was Settling for the Nord. Whether the Mer took up her offer or not was up to him, but now she had wondered what Neymith was talking about. The Dragonborn... residing in the mountains. Dragon cultist running, about? Bandits?! Whatever Sarrina was about to face... it was best for her to not be alone.


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Waylnn smiled as the Young lady shook his hand he could have easily crushed it but he shook as gentle as he could trying to preserve the bones in her hands. He untied his coin purse and handed it to her, It weighed about as much as a large rock and the gold coins inside clanked together as he moved it. He smiled at the young girls harmlessly before he leaned up against a nearby wall.

"My dearest, I believe I just did."

He waved his arm towards the gates in a whenever your ready manner before drawing his greatsword that was over nine feet long and pulling it into plain view of the women. He hoped they could rest easier knowing that the drunkard would not try and rape them in their sleep. Waylnn was a master in the art of dealing death with his weapon and had many a foe fall before his might, though this seemed a lifetime ago he hoped this would be his last adventure before returning home to where he had buried his wife fifty six years ago. He looked to the girls and thought of the woman he missed so dearly and secretly swore to see them to safety.

"excuse me mi'lady but it seems you know my name but I do not know yours."

Waylnn thought it odd that he had not been properly introduced but now after giving her his last coins she might be a little more willing to share her name at least.


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(You realise how hard of a time Waylnn is going to have when fighting people who are small and nimble?)

"I'm Ana, if you wanted to know" She answered, the question was directed towards her, yet she still answered. In Ana'a mind it was all a little strange that the Mer was trying to help them at all, most Altmer in Skyrim were the very aspect of arrogance. But still someone who was pretty much a more....or less, civillised giant could always help, especially since the Altmer seemed to have a few brain cells...which giants didn't.

"I'll strain yer neck if you keep flirting" She threatened the drunken man her Nordic accent making the threat seem so much more brutal, he was getting ever so annoying in her opinion, and it didn't help that she had a hatred of drunks.


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