10-11-2022, 01:56 PM
Godric looked amused by her suggestion, thinking it pointless to play the innocent. "Well, what other reason would a man have to teach himself to throw daggers with his feet? A penniless knight has to make his way somehow."
While he wasn't exactly penniless, the years on the road had been tight. Living off the land, fighting for every bit of coin he had to keep up with his weapons and horse, fighting with his brother for funds when the group hadn't been able to find work...it had led Godric to make some desperate and sometimes unusual choices. If it earned him and his band of brothers' a good night's sleep somewhere warm or at least a warm meal to comfort them after a long trek, then it was worth it. He hadn't been their leader but sometimes it had felt that way, as he had been the highest rank of nobility among them.
As soon as he'd said the words, though, he regretted it. He hadn't come here to tell a sob story but rather share a good evening by a warm fire with plenty of drink and good will. And with a pretty face to boot, untouchable or not. Still nice to have a good looking woman looking his way. It had been far too long...
Not just a pretty face either. There were a lot of nice parts that he would occasionally get a good glimpse of as she shifted in her chair just to get more comfortable or even just to take a drink. Her movements were fluid, not boisterous or nervous like many women were in his company.
"So you say you dance?" He asked suddenly, thinking that was one of the many talents she had mentioned in her list. It would explain the smoothness to her movements. Did the Norse people dance - surely they must! She couldn't have been in the kingdom for long. How long had the apothecary been here anyway? Another thing he couldn't remember, though to be fair, he hadn't spent as much time in Scotland at the school up until lately.
While he wasn't exactly penniless, the years on the road had been tight. Living off the land, fighting for every bit of coin he had to keep up with his weapons and horse, fighting with his brother for funds when the group hadn't been able to find work...it had led Godric to make some desperate and sometimes unusual choices. If it earned him and his band of brothers' a good night's sleep somewhere warm or at least a warm meal to comfort them after a long trek, then it was worth it. He hadn't been their leader but sometimes it had felt that way, as he had been the highest rank of nobility among them.
As soon as he'd said the words, though, he regretted it. He hadn't come here to tell a sob story but rather share a good evening by a warm fire with plenty of drink and good will. And with a pretty face to boot, untouchable or not. Still nice to have a good looking woman looking his way. It had been far too long...
Not just a pretty face either. There were a lot of nice parts that he would occasionally get a good glimpse of as she shifted in her chair just to get more comfortable or even just to take a drink. Her movements were fluid, not boisterous or nervous like many women were in his company.
"So you say you dance?" He asked suddenly, thinking that was one of the many talents she had mentioned in her list. It would explain the smoothness to her movements. Did the Norse people dance - surely they must! She couldn't have been in the kingdom for long. How long had the apothecary been here anyway? Another thing he couldn't remember, though to be fair, he hadn't spent as much time in Scotland at the school up until lately.
