Ydalon
An impish grin spread across his face as the archers held their arrows afterall. He shrugged, straightened his dirt-dusted shirt and swung his left leg around to face the other three once again.
The man among them stood unpleasantly close to the injured young woman, and was smugly miladying away. No doubt he'd 'support' her all the way to the healer, and then for ages after until he was sure she'd made a complete recovery. Ydalon gave him a harsh glare, though he seemed not to notice.
His eyes passed over the lady in the torn dress, and finally came to rest on the woman in armor. 'You play that game then, and I'll play this,' he thought to the second.
The harsh edge had all but gone and there was certainly no jealousy in his eyes as his smile grew into one of gratitude.
"Lady, it would be the greatest kindness," Ydalon said. "My friend and I have only coppers on us but she truely needs to cross. She's hurt, as you see."
He gestured to the subject of his words, leaning on a staff.
"A gold coin each is no small thing, and it's no loan if you disappear forever after. I know I can repay you soon on her behalf, if only you'll travel a day or two in my direction, please give me that oppertunity, lady."
[ 07-22-2005, 05:37 PM: Message edited by: Legolas ]
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