by Hopeflower » Sat Jan 22, 2011 1:23 am
The room they had just entered was of medium size. The floor and walls were made of wooden planks. A fire blazed in a stone hearth set into the far wall, offering the room warmth. Set around it were some comfortable-looking chairs and a table. A door to their left led to the kitchen; to their right was a staircase that led to the bedrooms upstairs. Not long after they walked in, the door opened again and in came Vix, out of breath and carrying her bucket of water. This she set down with a heavy thud in a place that was out of the way, before stretching out her arms and turning to Arsenic and Andruil. "Okay. I know that look, Arsenic. What happened?" The red-haired elf glanced at Andruil. 'I...had to refuse the job we received today,' he said slowly. Vix raised one eyebrow. "And?" she prompted. 'Well, let's just say, the person who wanted to hire me didn't take the refusal well. In fact, he just about threw a tantrum and threatened me with death if I didn't take the job.' His lip curled. "Great," Vix sighed. "As if we didn't have enough vengeful brats trying to kill us all because we refused to kill someone." Arsenic let out a mental snort. 'If it wasn't for Andruil, here,' he said, 'I would be dead.' Vix's other eyebrow shot up in surprise. "Is that so?" She ran a contemplative glance over Andruil. "You have my thanks, then, and most likely the thanks of most of the guild. We'd have missed this idiot if he'd gotten himself killed."
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