Post by Indy Libero on Jan 31, 2015 16:00:52 GMT -5
"The name's Indy," I extend my arm for a handshake as the newly introduced Aun approaches me, but this time I decide it'd be best not to follow with a kick to the face. "Indy Libero! But beyond that, I'm exactly what I look like: a simple courier. Great meeting you, Miss Elf Woma- Aun."
To shake one's hand: I never really got how I ended up favoring this form of greeting so much - probably a business habit of mine. I find myself squinting as sharp rays of sunlight pass through the entanglement of trees and bushes behind us. It's about a third of the way through the sky now. That means it's around breakfast time - which in turn means my delivery's running late; oh, you impatient ball of blaze. Glancing back at my bag, I heave a short sigh. Oh well, guess I'll stay here after all; I can just say I got overrun by bandits or something, that at least has an element of truth to it.
Anyway, while this Aun person might be rather intimidating, she's far from what I expected. I initially perceived her as your typical hard-ass knight, which she kind of is, but she at least seems to have a sense of humor. I definitely felt some sarcasm in her remark to the burly bastard before, and while subtle, she has an expression as if something is amusing her.
"You know, whether it be rented or bought, horses aren't exactly the most reliable form of travel; you really are best just travelling on your feet, and while it might be slower, it's definitely a lot less of a hassle. The only thing you have to worry about that way is getting your boots all muddy," I heard from their bickering earlier that they were having horse troubles, so as a relatively experienced courier, I try to give them some travelling advice. "Also, if the horse runs away, you've lost not only a mount, but at least a few dozen gold coins - and you'll possibly have a fine in your hands if you're renting. You could buy at least a two-hundred watermelons with that kind of money, and assuming you eat three of those watermelons a day, that'll last you approximately... let's see, around sixty-six days! Well, that's just a hypothetical."
Watermelons? Hold on, what was I talking about again? I'm starting to sound like some sort of undercover merchant.
To shake one's hand: I never really got how I ended up favoring this form of greeting so much - probably a business habit of mine. I find myself squinting as sharp rays of sunlight pass through the entanglement of trees and bushes behind us. It's about a third of the way through the sky now. That means it's around breakfast time - which in turn means my delivery's running late; oh, you impatient ball of blaze. Glancing back at my bag, I heave a short sigh. Oh well, guess I'll stay here after all; I can just say I got overrun by bandits or something, that at least has an element of truth to it.
Anyway, while this Aun person might be rather intimidating, she's far from what I expected. I initially perceived her as your typical hard-ass knight, which she kind of is, but she at least seems to have a sense of humor. I definitely felt some sarcasm in her remark to the burly bastard before, and while subtle, she has an expression as if something is amusing her.
"You know, whether it be rented or bought, horses aren't exactly the most reliable form of travel; you really are best just travelling on your feet, and while it might be slower, it's definitely a lot less of a hassle. The only thing you have to worry about that way is getting your boots all muddy," I heard from their bickering earlier that they were having horse troubles, so as a relatively experienced courier, I try to give them some travelling advice. "Also, if the horse runs away, you've lost not only a mount, but at least a few dozen gold coins - and you'll possibly have a fine in your hands if you're renting. You could buy at least a two-hundred watermelons with that kind of money, and assuming you eat three of those watermelons a day, that'll last you approximately... let's see, around sixty-six days! Well, that's just a hypothetical."
Watermelons? Hold on, what was I talking about again? I'm starting to sound like some sort of undercover merchant.
