BlackAndBlueEyes
10-10-11, 12:54 PM
The courier sat across the table from me in the musty inn's common room as I put pen to paper, writing down a shopping list in my slightly legible chicken scratch.
Things I require for my journey:
A vlince-lined drakescale corset; purple, if possible, but blue will do
A pitch-black sifan cloak w/ hood
A 50-foot length of delyn cable; quarter-inch thick
A damascus butterfly knife; 4" blade, enchanted to be completely silent
Six steel throwing knives
Two delyn daggers with spidersilk handles and 8" blades
I set the pen aside and gave the list another once-over. Everything seemed to be in order. I slid it across the rough wooden table to the courier, who went over it a couple times before he folded it up and slipped it into his pocket. "This seems like quite a list, ma'am."
I regarded him cooly. "I have a dangerous journey ahead of me; I'd like to face it prepared."
He leaned back in his chair. He may not have been the most handsome guy out there running errands, but a good friend of mine vouched for his speed and reliability. "You're trusting me with a lot of gold here. How do you know I won't simply run off with it?"
Thumbing through a satchel, I produced a small velvet bag and placed it on the center of the table. "I don't know, but I trust you implicitly." As the courier reached for it, I clasped my hands around his, digging my sharp fingernails into his wrist. He grunted lightly and struggled against my grip. I narrowed my gaze at him. "But I know you wont," I told him, implying that there might have been dire consequences should my trust be betrayed.
"Run along, now. I'd prefer if you'd be back by nightfall.
Things I require for my journey:
A vlince-lined drakescale corset; purple, if possible, but blue will do
A pitch-black sifan cloak w/ hood
A 50-foot length of delyn cable; quarter-inch thick
A damascus butterfly knife; 4" blade, enchanted to be completely silent
Six steel throwing knives
Two delyn daggers with spidersilk handles and 8" blades
I set the pen aside and gave the list another once-over. Everything seemed to be in order. I slid it across the rough wooden table to the courier, who went over it a couple times before he folded it up and slipped it into his pocket. "This seems like quite a list, ma'am."
I regarded him cooly. "I have a dangerous journey ahead of me; I'd like to face it prepared."
He leaned back in his chair. He may not have been the most handsome guy out there running errands, but a good friend of mine vouched for his speed and reliability. "You're trusting me with a lot of gold here. How do you know I won't simply run off with it?"
Thumbing through a satchel, I produced a small velvet bag and placed it on the center of the table. "I don't know, but I trust you implicitly." As the courier reached for it, I clasped my hands around his, digging my sharp fingernails into his wrist. He grunted lightly and struggled against my grip. I narrowed my gaze at him. "But I know you wont," I told him, implying that there might have been dire consequences should my trust be betrayed.
"Run along, now. I'd prefer if you'd be back by nightfall.