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Date Posted: 03:35:15 11/22/01 Thu
Author: Tristan and Rowan
Subject: Yeah, women just fall out of the woodwork around here
In reply to: Isobel Delgado 's message, "Misadventures" on 05:10:55 11/21/01 Wed

Tristan was of the opinion that they should have left Corum by himself to practice those jumping jacks till he keeled over from exhaustion, but Marz had other plans. After all, the best part about hanging around half-witted people was making them do stupid things so you could laugh about it later. Even better was the fact that they usually didn’t get what you were laughing about, so you didn’t have to feel guilty about it. Not that Tristan ever felt guilty about most things….

Once everyone gathered their stuff together (Tristan stuffed his own clothes into Marz’s pack, so he wouldn’t have to worry about it when he changed), they all three headed downstairs to the dining room, where presumably everybody else was still gathered. He was surprised to see a strange woman standing before his friends, her chin tilted at a proud angle as she went through a long list of names, apparently in reference to herself. Immediately, Tristan moved one hand to grip his sword pommel, which was merely his usual guarded reaction to an unknown intruder. The other hand moved to lightly grab a hold of Marz once he saw how pretty the new woman was. He quickly remembered himself, though, and let both hands drop, though his expression remained wary.

“Who the hell did she say she was?” Marz whispered, and Tristan shrugged, keeping his eyes on the suspicious-looking stranger. He nodded at Marz’s comment about the stiletto as they sat down, for he was always a great admirer of a fine-looking weapon. It merely made her more dangerous in his book, seeing as she bore the two-edged weapon of a pretty face and a good blade.

He barely inclined his head at Ravin’s introduction, but nobody really noticed or cared, since he, like Erlic, was known for being distrustful toward newcomers. Because it would be an outward sign of weakness to act defensively, he did so discreetly, in two different ways: keeping his right hand resting lightly on his thigh next to his sword, and loosely wrapping a leg around Marz’s under the table. He didn’t miss the wink that got tossed at the new girl---but neither did he miss her answering glare! He relaxed a bit, a smile almost touching his face. Once the others got her to sit down, he even moved his hand away from his lap. If she did try anything funny, she’d have all of them fighting against her, and only a fool would try to counter such odds.

~*~*~*~*~

Rowan immediately forgot his apology toward Tia the minute the zombies ushered in their latest prisoner. His blue eyes widened in appreciation, for it appeared as if they’d gone and dragged in another looker this time. The woman, Isobel, as she called herself (along with a few other names, but he liked Isobel best), was short and feisty, full of spunk---his favorite kind of woman! She was more than half a foot shorter than himself, but she stood as if she looked down upon them all. Her eyes sparkled and her thick, black hair framed her fierce face with an intensity he found to be rather appealing. She was dressed as a warrior, and carried a very beautiful weapon, at least in his opinion, but, like most women, none of this was enough to hide her natural feminine endowments.

He gave an over generous grin when he was introduced, though she didn’t seem to take kindly to the appreciative looks he and Marz were giving her. It didn’t bother him. Most women wore the coy look at first, but could usually be encouraged to be more free-spirited. And Rowan was all about the encouraging part.

A kick under the table from Laurel made him stand up hastily as she moved forward, reclaiming his seat once she herself was given a chair. He laughed to himself as Erlic answered her question in his rather roundabout way, terming them “adventurers,” and suggesting that she either stay or leave, whichever she preferred. He shook his head sadly at this pitiful description of who they were and what they were doing. If there were anybody that needed to get his ass in a charm school, it was one Erlic Eastlore.

“Don’t mind him,” he spoke up, once Erlic had finished talking. “He has a habit of beating around the bush, though we all love him for it.” Laurel gave him a warning look, but he laughed. “What? It’s no secret, sis. We’ve been hired by my beloved Kazabet to get some magical branches or other. It’s to be a few days’ journey from here, at least by Roc, which is the preferred mode of transportation here at Kazzy’s, particularly if they’re dead.”

He cocked his head slightly, grinning a bit. “You don’t need to be so hasty in your judgement of us. Stick around a couple days, if you have the time, and see if we don’t rub off on you in a pleasant way.”

Laurel cleared her throat and leaned forward slightly, distracting him momentarily. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Delgado. I am very sorry for the loss of your caravan.”

Despite her polite words, Rowan knew his sister well enough to tell that she didn’t trust Isobel, and wouldn’t for a while, until the woman could in fact prove her loyalty. That irked him a little bit…but only a little.

“Calm down, sara,” he murmured in an aside loud enough for all to hear. “If she gets out of hand, we shouldn’t have any trouble handling her.”

His eyes moved to the curved stiletto she was armed with. “No offense, sweetheart,” he added with a grin and a wink, “Just commenting on the odds, is all. I’m sure if you have all the right equipment, you know damn well enough how to use it.”

Of course, he wasn’t really referring to her knives anymore, but ahh well---that was Rowan for you.

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