Post by Darrla Blackmoon on Mar 30, 2010 19:01:35 GMT -6
Darrla sits down quite carefully trying not to spill a drop, though she fails, happily there is still some left in her mug. "I won't die....at least..I don't think I will."
Raigar toys idly with the gold coin she had offered him earlier, clearly not having spent it on drinks like she asked. He rolled it skillfully across the knuckles of his left hand. "Then you have nothing to worry about.." Eyes slant toward the coin. "Pretty penny for someone like yourself. Who'd you lift this off of?"
Darrla growls aloud as she lifts herself up into a stand. "What makes you think I lifted it off anyone?!"
Raigar states quite matter-of-factly, "People that have this sort of money usually aren't in as dire a situation as you seem to be. They can just pay off their problems."
Darrla heaves in a deep breath. "Problems aren't so easily payed off.....if you must know...I got the money from my fiance." : She realizes that she left the mug on the floor and frowns as she tries to think of her next move on retrieving said mug:
Raigar says, 'That's a generous engagement gift.. Maybe he can take care of your problems.'
Darrla clentches her jaw. "My engagement gift was a home, which was given to an aquaintance last night." : She takes in a deep breath: "He can't solve my problems....he left me." : She squated down, thinking this the best maneuever to retrieve her mug, it was success! She grabbed ahold of it and was so excited she almost tipped over. But alas, she balanced herself out and stood once more, mug in hand:
Raigar diverts his gaze, upper lip lifting just slightly. "Sorry.." he whispered, though his condolences didn't sound too genuine. He moved to sit against the table, back leaning into the chairs that sat on it. "I have problems of my own. Perhaps we could help each other out."
Darrla chuckles heartily as she drank the rest of her drink. "There is no help for me....." : she shook her head: "Everyone has abandoned me, my fiance left me to die of a disease and left me all his money....he was one of the richest men in Bree you know!"
Darrla continues to babble on. "But what am I to do with money? After he left, I stayed in the abandoned cottage in the Old Forest, with three homes to my name!" : She shook her head as she pointed to the keg: "Do you mind?"
Raigar waves to the keg. "By all means.." Ears remained perked, watching her sway over towards the keg. He spoke as she walked. "If that's the case, maybe you're no use to me after all.. I have no money to offer for your services, and if you're so certain that nobody can help you..." he let his words trail off, shrugging.
Darrla attempts to refil her ale, though she spills just a bit. She sighs again and shakes her head. "Like I said, I have no use for money...." : She stays near the keg for a moment leaning against it: "I'm not needed here....seems I'm needed much more somewhere else...I just don't belong here anymore. I shouldn't have come to Bree...but then again it wasn't my decision. Malrex took me here...." : She smiles in thought as she drinks her ale:
Raigar smirks. "Sounds like your'e not needed elsewhere either, if you're.. as you put it, walking into a 'death-trap'. Don't let me deter you if you have a date with death tonight."
Darrla shakes her head. "No no, I didn't call it a death trap, that was Viri, who used to be my body guard....friend...and kinsmate. And death will always be there tomorrow....tonight I drink." : She ponders for a moment as she refils her mug and then makes her way back up the stairs, somehow.: "So what is it that you need help with?"
Raigar shrugs, deciding to show her a glimpse of his cards. "Word has it Lord Thorvall has allied himself with Lucilla and Kaenwyn to combat Isenramm and his lackies... If it were up to me, I'd let them all wipe each other out.. But the alliance has a few my clients.. worried."
Darrla ponders for a moment and smiles as she drinks some more. "Ah yes, I've heard of these alliances between Luci and the Sworn....quite ironic, no?"
Raigar grins and eases from the table. "Smart, if you ask me.. Let the brigands wipe themselves out. I actually appriciate that Thorvall's willing to fight fire with fire. It's the fact that he's willing to risk innocent lives that concerns me."
Darrla frowns into her cup as she is lost in thought. "And which innocents exactly concern you?"
Raigar says, 'Those that are unable to protect themselves. People like you and me are a given - we know the risks every time we step out the door in the morning. 'Tis the warrior's curse. But if you ask me, Bree deserves peace. These people never asked for the war that is upon them. They have enough to worry about without this little pissing contest Thorvall and Isenramm are having.'
Raigar saunters over close and grasps the cup from Darrla's hands. He tips the rim to his own lips and drinks slowly, gaze setting against her own.
Darrla keeps her emeralds intent on him, her first instinct to grab the hilt of her sword, but she eases that instinct and allows him to drink from the mug. She arches a brow as if nothing had happened. "So who's side are you on exactly?"
Raigar tilts his head as he lowers the mug. "I don't have a side. I think the whole lot of you are fucking pathetic." His tongue was swift and sharp, his gaze hard. "The lot of you fight for scraps on a table while the Dark Lord wraps his hands around the the world."
Darrla presses her finger into his chest, and attempts to press hard. "Do not place me in their category, I work for myself." : She practically spat out the words, seems she wasn't as drunk as everyone may have thought: "I keep to myself and make sure the people I care about don't get hurt." :She grit her teeth as those emeralds never moved from his own eyes:
Raigar stands firm and unmoving despite her finger. It didn't help he was weighed down by a few extra pounds of armour, no matter how agile he seemed to be in it. "Last I heard you were burning down taverns and running wild with Orcs in the North. Rumour has it you leave a trail of bloodshed in your wake."
Raigar takes another sip of his ale.
Darrla smirks. "What of it? All of those may be true, yet I still defend the people I care about to the death. I would rather die than see one of them get hurt. I may be morally corrupt when it comes to things such as murder and bloodshed, yet I still keep those who deserve it, close to my heart."
Darrla drops her hand and clentches her hands to her side, her eyes still never wavering.
Raigar matches her smirk. Free hand reached up, finger hooking around the V of her shirt. "Oh don't get me wrong. I find it very attractive." He murred deeply, offering a wink. "But I don't like seeing harm come to good people."
Darrla says, 'Those who have crossed me have never lived to do it again. I suggest you stay clear of those I call family and stay behind me. Because if I'm in this fight, there will be nobody left. : She does not move for her sword yet, her eyes trained and unmoving, even when he took a hold of her shirt.:
Raigar let his finger curl, grabbing a firm hold over the fabric. "If Thorvall and Isenramm are left to wage war, it's likely that those you love /will/ be hurt." He tilts his head, gaze slanting aside. "I don't need you in the fight. I need information."
Darrla narrows her eyes. "Perhaps there is still work here for me yet...." : She paused: "But telling me you don't need me in the fight only makes me want it more." :She smirks: "What kind of information do you need?"
Raigar glances back to her. "You burned your bridges with Isenramm long ago. Thorvall will admire this trait, if I'm not mistaken. Offer your services to him and report back to me. That is all." Blue eyes flicker slowly. "Do a good job and perhaps I will unleash you upon them all once the job is done."
Darrla laughs as she finally bats his hand away, or attempts to anyways, she swipes the mug at his offer and drinks the rest throwing it to the ground. "What makes you think you can order me around? I work for myself, remember?" : She smiles brightly, a fake one no less.: "If I want to fight, there will be no one to stop me in the bloodbath that will reign upon their heads when I get done with them."
Raigar shrugs, quite impressed with this display of aggression. He answers slowly, his tone calm and collected. "Because I see the beast that sleeps behind those eyes. It is not unknown to me. I don't think it will /let/ you turn down this offer."
Darrla shrugs as well. "Perhaps you are right." : She turns to leave: "But maybe I already have a similar plan in motion..."
Raigar grins, turning to watch her. "Then I leave you to it," he whispers.
Darrla pauses in midstep. "It will take a lot more than a handshake to get Thorvall to believe me...I -did- blow up one of his comrades you know..." : She smirks and heads for the door, waiting to see if he would respond:
Raigar shrugs. "Thorvall's mind is poisoned as it is.. If you have a better suggestion, I'm all ears."
Darrla turns to him one last time. "What exactly do you need to know from Thorvall?"
Raigar wanders slowly towards the steps. "I need to know what he's thinking.. I need to know what he's plotting."
Darrla nods with a smile. "And what am I getting out of all this?"
Raigar opens his hands, palms up as if exposing himself. "What do you want?"
Darrla shrugs. "I suppose we shall have to determine that later....there's not much to give a girl who has everything and is willing to give it all away."
Raigar says, 'May I make a suggestion?'
Raigar says, '...observation..'
Darrla says, 'Go right ahead...'
Raigar says, 'What is it that the demons behind those eyes desire?'
Darrla laughs heartily. "An equal."
Raigar grins, soft cackle echoing through his throat.
Darrla says, 'Until I can find that...there is no meaning, and I'm just wasting my time. : she turns again:'
Raigar rolls his eyes. "Cute.." he mutters, none too impressed.
Darrla shakes her head as she walks in a pefectly straight line, right on out the door.
Raigar toys idly with the gold coin she had offered him earlier, clearly not having spent it on drinks like she asked. He rolled it skillfully across the knuckles of his left hand. "Then you have nothing to worry about.." Eyes slant toward the coin. "Pretty penny for someone like yourself. Who'd you lift this off of?"
Darrla growls aloud as she lifts herself up into a stand. "What makes you think I lifted it off anyone?!"
Raigar states quite matter-of-factly, "People that have this sort of money usually aren't in as dire a situation as you seem to be. They can just pay off their problems."
Darrla heaves in a deep breath. "Problems aren't so easily payed off.....if you must know...I got the money from my fiance." : She realizes that she left the mug on the floor and frowns as she tries to think of her next move on retrieving said mug:
Raigar says, 'That's a generous engagement gift.. Maybe he can take care of your problems.'
Darrla clentches her jaw. "My engagement gift was a home, which was given to an aquaintance last night." : She takes in a deep breath: "He can't solve my problems....he left me." : She squated down, thinking this the best maneuever to retrieve her mug, it was success! She grabbed ahold of it and was so excited she almost tipped over. But alas, she balanced herself out and stood once more, mug in hand:
Raigar diverts his gaze, upper lip lifting just slightly. "Sorry.." he whispered, though his condolences didn't sound too genuine. He moved to sit against the table, back leaning into the chairs that sat on it. "I have problems of my own. Perhaps we could help each other out."
Darrla chuckles heartily as she drank the rest of her drink. "There is no help for me....." : she shook her head: "Everyone has abandoned me, my fiance left me to die of a disease and left me all his money....he was one of the richest men in Bree you know!"
Darrla continues to babble on. "But what am I to do with money? After he left, I stayed in the abandoned cottage in the Old Forest, with three homes to my name!" : She shook her head as she pointed to the keg: "Do you mind?"
Raigar waves to the keg. "By all means.." Ears remained perked, watching her sway over towards the keg. He spoke as she walked. "If that's the case, maybe you're no use to me after all.. I have no money to offer for your services, and if you're so certain that nobody can help you..." he let his words trail off, shrugging.
Darrla attempts to refil her ale, though she spills just a bit. She sighs again and shakes her head. "Like I said, I have no use for money...." : She stays near the keg for a moment leaning against it: "I'm not needed here....seems I'm needed much more somewhere else...I just don't belong here anymore. I shouldn't have come to Bree...but then again it wasn't my decision. Malrex took me here...." : She smiles in thought as she drinks her ale:
Raigar smirks. "Sounds like your'e not needed elsewhere either, if you're.. as you put it, walking into a 'death-trap'. Don't let me deter you if you have a date with death tonight."
Darrla shakes her head. "No no, I didn't call it a death trap, that was Viri, who used to be my body guard....friend...and kinsmate. And death will always be there tomorrow....tonight I drink." : She ponders for a moment as she refils her mug and then makes her way back up the stairs, somehow.: "So what is it that you need help with?"
Raigar shrugs, deciding to show her a glimpse of his cards. "Word has it Lord Thorvall has allied himself with Lucilla and Kaenwyn to combat Isenramm and his lackies... If it were up to me, I'd let them all wipe each other out.. But the alliance has a few my clients.. worried."
Darrla ponders for a moment and smiles as she drinks some more. "Ah yes, I've heard of these alliances between Luci and the Sworn....quite ironic, no?"
Raigar grins and eases from the table. "Smart, if you ask me.. Let the brigands wipe themselves out. I actually appriciate that Thorvall's willing to fight fire with fire. It's the fact that he's willing to risk innocent lives that concerns me."
Darrla frowns into her cup as she is lost in thought. "And which innocents exactly concern you?"
Raigar says, 'Those that are unable to protect themselves. People like you and me are a given - we know the risks every time we step out the door in the morning. 'Tis the warrior's curse. But if you ask me, Bree deserves peace. These people never asked for the war that is upon them. They have enough to worry about without this little pissing contest Thorvall and Isenramm are having.'
Raigar saunters over close and grasps the cup from Darrla's hands. He tips the rim to his own lips and drinks slowly, gaze setting against her own.
Darrla keeps her emeralds intent on him, her first instinct to grab the hilt of her sword, but she eases that instinct and allows him to drink from the mug. She arches a brow as if nothing had happened. "So who's side are you on exactly?"
Raigar tilts his head as he lowers the mug. "I don't have a side. I think the whole lot of you are fucking pathetic." His tongue was swift and sharp, his gaze hard. "The lot of you fight for scraps on a table while the Dark Lord wraps his hands around the the world."
Darrla presses her finger into his chest, and attempts to press hard. "Do not place me in their category, I work for myself." : She practically spat out the words, seems she wasn't as drunk as everyone may have thought: "I keep to myself and make sure the people I care about don't get hurt." :She grit her teeth as those emeralds never moved from his own eyes:
Raigar stands firm and unmoving despite her finger. It didn't help he was weighed down by a few extra pounds of armour, no matter how agile he seemed to be in it. "Last I heard you were burning down taverns and running wild with Orcs in the North. Rumour has it you leave a trail of bloodshed in your wake."
Raigar takes another sip of his ale.
Darrla smirks. "What of it? All of those may be true, yet I still defend the people I care about to the death. I would rather die than see one of them get hurt. I may be morally corrupt when it comes to things such as murder and bloodshed, yet I still keep those who deserve it, close to my heart."
Darrla drops her hand and clentches her hands to her side, her eyes still never wavering.
Raigar matches her smirk. Free hand reached up, finger hooking around the V of her shirt. "Oh don't get me wrong. I find it very attractive." He murred deeply, offering a wink. "But I don't like seeing harm come to good people."
Darrla says, 'Those who have crossed me have never lived to do it again. I suggest you stay clear of those I call family and stay behind me. Because if I'm in this fight, there will be nobody left. : She does not move for her sword yet, her eyes trained and unmoving, even when he took a hold of her shirt.:
Raigar let his finger curl, grabbing a firm hold over the fabric. "If Thorvall and Isenramm are left to wage war, it's likely that those you love /will/ be hurt." He tilts his head, gaze slanting aside. "I don't need you in the fight. I need information."
Darrla narrows her eyes. "Perhaps there is still work here for me yet...." : She paused: "But telling me you don't need me in the fight only makes me want it more." :She smirks: "What kind of information do you need?"
Raigar glances back to her. "You burned your bridges with Isenramm long ago. Thorvall will admire this trait, if I'm not mistaken. Offer your services to him and report back to me. That is all." Blue eyes flicker slowly. "Do a good job and perhaps I will unleash you upon them all once the job is done."
Darrla laughs as she finally bats his hand away, or attempts to anyways, she swipes the mug at his offer and drinks the rest throwing it to the ground. "What makes you think you can order me around? I work for myself, remember?" : She smiles brightly, a fake one no less.: "If I want to fight, there will be no one to stop me in the bloodbath that will reign upon their heads when I get done with them."
Raigar shrugs, quite impressed with this display of aggression. He answers slowly, his tone calm and collected. "Because I see the beast that sleeps behind those eyes. It is not unknown to me. I don't think it will /let/ you turn down this offer."
Darrla shrugs as well. "Perhaps you are right." : She turns to leave: "But maybe I already have a similar plan in motion..."
Raigar grins, turning to watch her. "Then I leave you to it," he whispers.
Darrla pauses in midstep. "It will take a lot more than a handshake to get Thorvall to believe me...I -did- blow up one of his comrades you know..." : She smirks and heads for the door, waiting to see if he would respond:
Raigar shrugs. "Thorvall's mind is poisoned as it is.. If you have a better suggestion, I'm all ears."
Darrla turns to him one last time. "What exactly do you need to know from Thorvall?"
Raigar wanders slowly towards the steps. "I need to know what he's thinking.. I need to know what he's plotting."
Darrla nods with a smile. "And what am I getting out of all this?"
Raigar opens his hands, palms up as if exposing himself. "What do you want?"
Darrla shrugs. "I suppose we shall have to determine that later....there's not much to give a girl who has everything and is willing to give it all away."
Raigar says, 'May I make a suggestion?'
Raigar says, '...observation..'
Darrla says, 'Go right ahead...'
Raigar says, 'What is it that the demons behind those eyes desire?'
Darrla laughs heartily. "An equal."
Raigar grins, soft cackle echoing through his throat.
Darrla says, 'Until I can find that...there is no meaning, and I'm just wasting my time. : she turns again:'
Raigar rolls his eyes. "Cute.." he mutters, none too impressed.
Darrla shakes her head as she walks in a pefectly straight line, right on out the door.
