People, Let Me Tell Ya 'Bout My New Best Friend! Barnaby Jones!

[Slayer of the Rot]

For Dan Lagh'ratham, his situation with Dheathain was primarily love and hate. The Saraelian enjoyed the presence of the Draconians for the most part. If his race was all but extinct in the world, they were a decent enough replacement. There were no free floating nobles in this society; everything was taken care of by a blade, begun by a blade, and ended with a blade.

On the other hand, he hated the miserable continent. It was either constantly raining, or so terribly humid, it made him itch, and it just so happened that this was one of those days. The foul tempered man stomped through the streets, scratching furiously at his chest and shoulders, stalking a familiar scent he attributed to annoyance and horrible cold.

Godhand had told him of the little flame haired Fae's shop in Donnalaich during some lost night of drinking and smoking that had ended with them cussing at birds on a quiet, dark farm. The Saraelian had been frankly surprised that the mercenary had spent an extended amount of time around Lasair. The girl had been little more than a bug in the clan war to him. An annoying one at that, and if Teric hadn't knocked her out of his way, she would have become the appetizer to Woshington. Cute though she was, her hyperactivity wracked his nerves, and forced him to look at Godhand's patience in a new light. He simply assumed that it was that the man was a sucker for cute girls.

Dan rarely thought of those things these days.

By his fifth cigarette, he'd finally found the Synthesis Shop. There was a great deal of crashing and clanging come from the back, and he pressed his hands against his ears, grimacing. Smoke trailed into his eyes, eliciting sharp, smarting pain, and he spit the cigarette out onto the floor.

"Cut that shit out and get the fuck out here!" His voice boomed in the confines of the shop. If the fae had any sense, she'd recognize it and come out to do business.

[Lasair Anubail]

“Ahhh! I’ll, I’ll be out in a minute!”

The sound of her voice was followed by a few more loud thuds and crashes, which made it quite clear that she may not be about in a minute. Despite the fact that the voice did sound kind of familiar to her, she had met so many new people in the past little while that she would need a face in order to actually remember who it was.

“Now, is not the time to rebel!” Her voice came from the back room, followed by another loud thud. “I said stop that! Godhand? Bad, Godhand!”

Just when it seemed like she wasn’t ever going to emerge from the thick, purple curtain, it parted and out flew one nine inch Draconian plushie as if the fires of hell were licking his wings. Quickly on Tristram’s tail was Godhand, only he wasn’t flying, well not in the literal sense. He ran out of the back room with Lasair quickly on his tail and an Avery plushie holding onto one of her braids as if that was going to stop her. In her hand was a broom that she was brandishing like any well made sword. She ended up running right by Dan, not really paying him much attention as she had more important things to worry about at the moment.

Godhand jumped up and grabbed the mini plushie version of her best friend around the waist and then slammed the little guy into the ground, stunning him. Oh, she loved watching him do that move; it was so cool, but not really the appropriate time at the moment. Once he had the Draconian immobile, he began beating the stuffing out of him, quite figuratively. Using the wooden end of her broom, Lasair slipped it between the two fighting plushies and then with a quick flick of her wrist flung the small, pint sized version of Godhand off Tristram and into the wall. He grunted and then landed on the ground with a soft thud. For a few seconds he just laid there and then he slowly began crawling onto his feet.

Before he could crawl completely to his feet, Lasair dropped her broom and practically pounced on him, grabbing him with both of her hands and effectively subduing the little stuffed toy. He swore and cursed and struggled, but she knew he wouldn’t risk hurting her to get out of her hold.

“Ha! I gotcha!”

Pulling one of the ribbons from her hair, Lasair used it to tie Godhand up, effectively wrapping the plushie in the black piece of silk. Then she used the left over bit to tie the string to the belt around the waist of her dress. That would teach him to argue with her and attack Tristram, though she did have to admit that he deserved it considering he had been taunting Godhand. It was finally at this moment that she took notice of Dan who was only standing a few feet from her and probably thinking she was some kind of little freak.

“Oh, Dan!”

She practically tripped over her bare feet as she attempted to run over and give him the biggest hug he’d probably had in a long time. Dan was so cute, when he wasn’t trying to eat you and even though he could be quite the mean little bugger, he was pretty darn loyal to Godhand. Which meant if Godhand trusted him, then she trusted him. She just had to convince him to let her make a Dan Lagh’rathram plushie, because that would rock! Then instead of monsters trying to eat her, she could get her plushie to eat them first. Oh, that was such a good idea.