The lakeshore was littered with the dead. Colors of murder gleamed in the flickering torchlight, were reflected off the lake's black surface. Tav strolled through the carnage, feeling oddly...better. Satisfied. The smell of blood and worse stained the air, weighted the odd little breeze that still dared swath through the scaffolding. Brave element, that.
Still, it would be good to report this to the Sovereign. Tav oddly found that he liked the myconids; they were a simple people just trying to survive in their underground environment. They were generally peaceful, though their way of handling threats was damned effective. And he respected the Sovereign. No doubt the myconid leader would be pleased with his and Ea's little "outing" here.
Hearing her beind him, Tav turned, sheathing his long blades as he did so, and meandered back towards his tiefling companion, feigning a look of hurt outrage. "'Trouble'?" he echoed, a small smirk playing around the corners of his mouth. "That's just hurtful." But there was a glint in ice-blue eyes as he said it, followed by a sly little wink.
Then he gestured to the dead. "Think they'll have anything worth the taking?"
"Any loot is worth taking," she points out simply. Life lessons from Ea Lowkey - when you're trading every bauble for one loaf of bread, you're going to care that you didn't take that figurine out of a guild member's pocket; it'll be what gets you butter, or water.
She doesn't go into the how and the why of her experience with lock picking and pickpocketing, not with these guys and not in general. On a rather large island nation, four weeks on a ship away from Baldur's Gate, are the remnants of the guilds that witnessed Ea grow up into the thief, spy, and assassin she is now.
As far as her newfound group is concerned, she has never gone hungry, she has never been dirty and alone and brought low.
Her lips still tingle in the aftermath of the kiss, but looting is a distraction she's familiar with and going to take. It's what he offered, after all.
She crouches down by the duergar she turned into a pincushion, picks up his dagger. Looks up at Tav to wave it idly in the air.
"See? This'll get you something even with the myconids - I think Blurg will take it."
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Date: 2025-07-19 02:55 am (UTC)Still, it would be good to report this to the Sovereign. Tav oddly found that he liked the myconids; they were a simple people just trying to survive in their underground environment. They were generally peaceful, though their way of handling threats was damned effective. And he respected the Sovereign. No doubt the myconid leader would be pleased with his and Ea's little "outing" here.
Hearing her beind him, Tav turned, sheathing his long blades as he did so, and meandered back towards his tiefling companion, feigning a look of hurt outrage. "'Trouble'?" he echoed, a small smirk playing around the corners of his mouth. "That's just hurtful." But there was a glint in ice-blue eyes as he said it, followed by a sly little wink.
Then he gestured to the dead. "Think they'll have anything worth the taking?"
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Date: 2025-07-19 06:51 am (UTC)She doesn't go into the how and the why of her experience with lock picking and pickpocketing, not with these guys and not in general. On a rather large island nation, four weeks on a ship away from Baldur's Gate, are the remnants of the guilds that witnessed Ea grow up into the thief, spy, and assassin she is now.
As far as her newfound group is concerned, she has never gone hungry, she has never been dirty and alone and brought low.
Her lips still tingle in the aftermath of the kiss, but looting is a distraction she's familiar with and going to take. It's what he offered, after all.
She crouches down by the duergar she turned into a pincushion, picks up his dagger. Looks up at Tav to wave it idly in the air.
"See? This'll get you something even with the myconids - I think Blurg will take it."