RP:Training Continues

Background

Muraski decides to continue Raziel's training at his clan's headquarters. Later on they would run into Valentin, have a little chat, and be on there way back to the shop.

Training Begins

Veriun sat leaned back in a divan near the wall with a newspaper over his face. Most seemingly asleep.

Muraski pulled Raziel through the entrance above as he entered and headed straight for the gymnasium, "Finally, a real training course for us to work with, child. We need to get you into better shape and this place has absolutely everything we need."

Raziel keeps quiet for a moment, though an odd humming noise that would make a buzzing feeling would come from her mouth for a period, before she speaks. "Boss... I don't get what was wrong with what we were doing before." the blind elven woman wouldn't be complaining though, she was merely confused. It would be noticed that she has bandages on her left hand, the crook of her neck, and right wrist. There was also some on one of her ankles, but this would be covered by a heeled white boot.

Veriun reached a hand up rather lazily from its position on the divan and lifted the newspaper slightly from his face, just enough to allow a glance at the new arrivals. Spotting the two passing by into the gymnasium the avian let out a given up sigh and sat up, folding the reading material and absentmindedly threw it over onto the nearby table and ran a hand over his forehead as to sweep his bangs out of the way

Muraski looked about the things within the gymnasium as he decided from which of the things to do first. He pulled her towards the dummies, a wooden sword handed to her from one of the weapons on all of the racks, "Alright, you're going to practice against that dummy there and I'll explain what you need to do better. First things first though, slashes, jabs, and you need to watch your exposed side with each attack." The dummy was on one of the swivel things, to where whenever you hit it, it would spin around and attempt to smack you back.

Raziel simply sighs, when she realizes she's not getting out of it. Grabbing the wood sword from Muraski she'd then release the same hum and face to where the dummy sat, awaiting what her boss was going to explain.

Veriun stood up, sliding off the divan, and swept with him a glass of water as he passed over the floor across the room until he reached the entrance to the training area, where he stopped and leaned against the frame of the opening. Taking a swig from his glass he simply raised his brow somewhat at the practice of teaching a blind girl sword fighting. But said nothing yet.

Muraski stood behind the female, motions made while he guided her arm through several motions, jabs, slashes, and the rest to be shown clearly to her. "Practice on this dummy here." He would refrain from explaining about how the dummy would turn around and smack her when she hit it, as he hoped she would learn. A quick grip of her wrists however, would leave him rather disappointed and with a sigh but no mention would be made. Steps taken away from the dummy, he would then nod to her, not that she could see, "Start when you're ready." He'd gave a small, brief wave, from the hip to Veriun from his leaning post.

Raziel pays close attention to each motion that is shown to her and, when she is told to, she moves to slash at the dummy, only to forget her humming at the same time and get struck in the side by it. She had, however, thought nothing of why Muraski had grabbed her wrist, and would continue fighting against the object. Dodging it, but getting struck back an equal amount of times.

Veriun give Muraski a tip of an invisible hat, ignoring the woman getting herself beat up by the dummy as if she wasn't there at all. "Making use of the facilities, Muraski?"

Muraski nodded at the avian, "Indeed, it serves well enough to teach the child how to fight. She's a bit clumsy though.." The blindness hadn't even occurred to him as a disadvantage, entirely in the belief that she could make use of her utilities and not need the eyes. As she forgot to hum, the man sighed and began to roll marbles across the floor, not at her feet, but all around her as to distract her hearing with the sounds of them rolling about.

Raziel was just starting to get better at handling the dummy when the suddenly glassy noise of the marbles interferes with her vibrating hum. Soon she is, once more, back to the started point because of these. But she does, at least, seem to have a determined look as her white pupiless, irisless eyes stare towards the dummy.

Muraski continued to watch the female work as he moved around the room, the marbles pushed about with his foot until he began to speak, "Raz, you must watch for the swing, otherwise it'll get you every time you attack. It'll be your downfall."

Raziel grumbles a bit, but soon tries to concentrate better, her humming becoming a bit more pronounced. Soon she was figuring out to both dodge the blows, and knock them away with her wooden sword. She finally figured out what the glassy noise was too and was working hard to get past the sound of it and control her humming 'sonar' of sorts. This time around she had been doing well for a full minute before the dummy struck her again.

Veriun simply watched for now. putting the glass down on the floor next to his food and storing his hands in his pockets, peering at Muraski evaluatingly

Muraski grinned as the female began to dodge and parry the blows of the dummy, her attacks to follow through brought him even more amusement. As this began, he'd walk around the female, random attacks to be yelled out, once again to disrupt her focus with his yelling. A loud, "Jab! Swing! jab! Dodge! Parry! Duck!" He'd continue on and on demanding her to do this and that before finally he would sit upon the ground and cease the circling. He'd let her go for a little bit longer as he prepared for the next task.

Raziel was doing fine, once again, until Muraski's yelling; for the loud noise had caused her to flinch from slight pain, and only to be greeted with another hit from the dummy. She'd then start again, and try to ignore his shouts as she'd hum, though it was rather difficult for the vibrations of his voice messed up her own. Once he finishes with that distraction, however, she's soon get back into slowly, but progressively, getting better. She would soon be making it to about 2 minutes without being hit.

Veriun said to Muraski, "far from efficient yet I see. Anyone could simply yell loudly and behead her."

Muraski couldn't help but laugh at Veriun's words, "Indeed, she needs focus, otherwise even the fermin stand a good chance of defeating her." He still found great humor in the joke as he watched his apprentice work. Finally he'd approach, little sound made with each step, and poke her in the back with his finger, right in the middle of her spine. "Dead, child." With that he gripped her arm and pulled her over to the punching bags. He reached for each hand, bandage them, then directed her towards hitting the bag. He once again, guided her hands within the motions, a left, right, left, jabs and swings. He would explain the various uses of why would swing quick versus hard and how to get in the stronger hits against a foe. What he would not explain was what to watch out for from an opponent. This time however, there was no trap, not yet at least.

Raziel frowns a bit at Veriun's comment, not wanting to admit or deny the truth of the matter. Unfortunately she was concentrating so hard on the dummy alone that she couldn't hear her boss until he jabbed her back. She'd sigh, disappointed in herself at that, as she's lead to the punching bags. She'd once again pay attention to Muraski and, when all was said and done, would start against the bag; this time, however, she seemed to be putting a bit more concentration into both hitting, and humming.

Muraski watched her style before finally he pulled the female away, two wooden swords grabbed from the racks and one tossed towards her. He hadn't actually planned to do this today but she forgot her armor… And, this wasn't acceptable. Without warning, he swung at the female, her right thigh, the attack packed with enough power to leave a large bruise if not drop her to her knees.

Raziel had, actually, just barely caught the sword, but before she could manage to even prepare to block Muraski's blow it would hit, full force, for a moment she looked like she was holding back anything but then lets out a yelp and falls to one knee, her eyes watering slightly from the pain; for he had struck her on a bruise that she had gotten the previous night, as well. "Ouch!" she'd grumble, clenching her teeth.

Muraski sighed at the woman's pain as she fell to her knee, "Glitch, do you understand why that hurt so bad?" His brow was raised in question and, had she got the question wrong, he'd assist her up then prepare to attack again.

Raziel frowns, holding her leg as the wooden sword sat beside her. ".... I forgot to put on my armor, and you're probably disappointed in me?" she says in more of a question, feeling disappointed in herself for going back on her word about wearing them. Though she couldn't necessarily see his facial features if she hummed she stopped doing it, and continued to 'stare' towards the floor.

Muraski nodded at the female as she spoke, "Indeed, you forgot your armor. And, yes, I am rather disappointed as I know you can do better however, you're not to suffer more than that." His arm was lowered as he moved to assist her to stand, "Now, twice around the track on your leg, you're to do it in the ankle weights from yesterday. After that, we'll consider us even for you forgetting the armor and will go to take a lunch break."

Raziel would sigh about that, but wouldn't complain. Simply enough she'd just say "Fair enough." and await for the ankle weights to be put on. Once that would be done the young elf would then do as told and run around the track with her bruised leg.

Muraski moved towards the lounge of the building and awaited for Raziel to finish with her run before he would order anything

Raziel flinched every time her leg landed upon the floor, but wouldn't give up. She felt that it was a fair enough punishment for not doing as she was told. Once she'd complete what she was doing she'd turn around the room, humming, until she'd realized after a few moments that Muraski had left. She'd then walk to the lounge area and find him, a limp in her step. "Sorry, that I forgot, Boss..." she'd add, still upset with herself.

A Clear Liquid

Muraski shook his head at the female, "Don't apologize Glitch, there is nothing to be sorry for." He snapped his fingers for the butler who brought over food and drink. The drinks were odorless, the food rather overpowering scent of steak. He pulled upon Raziel's arm, "Sit for now, we need you to eat." He handed her one of the glasses and plates after she sat down so she might join him.

Raziel nods to Muraski's words, not willing to argue anything with him. Sitting beside him, in a rather daughterly way, and thank him for the food. She was quite thirsty after all of that, mixed in with that she needed something to assist in returning her lost blood. But when she sniffs it, it gives off no scent what so ever. "Uhhh... Boss, what is this? Is it water? Because water smells kinda fishy... And this has nothing." she'd turn towards him in suspiciously.

Muraski shrugged at the woman, not that she could see, "Just drink it up, though it'll have an odd feel going down." He paused for a moment to watch her drink the liquid then motioned towards the food, "And, don't drink it to fast, also make sure eat." He began to cut up his own steak into small bite size pieces, a small vial removed from his pocket and poured over the top of the food.

Raziel turns back to the glass and then shrugs. The woman then brings the glass up to her lips and pours a fair amount into it, only to freeze with the glass slightly tilted by her face. Her eyes would be wide and she looked like she didn't know whether to spit it out or swallow it... For it turned out to be straight vodka. Finally, so as not to draw attention or seem rude, she swallows hard, the liquid burning a bit on the way down. A shudder would pass through the woman, and she'd bare her teeth and crinkle her nose. "You... I can't believe... You gave me some kind of alcohol, didn't you!" she'd say to him, in shock. She wasn't mad, of course, just surprised by that. Quickly she would set the glass down, and push it away from herself.

Muraski shrugged at the accusation, "I gave you a drink for you to enjoy Raz. If you can't enjoy it then you need to relax and take another swig. I do not lie to people when I say it's a good thing for them. Now, if you wouldn't mind, please take another drink, it's important." He turned back towards his steak in which he finished cutting into small pieces then one by one popped them into his mouth.

Raziel frowns at that yet doesn't touch the glass again. "Nope. Not doing it." she says, crossing her arms. Then her nose would twitch at the scent of the cooked steak.... She had never eaten cooked steak, or any meat cooked for that matter. Ignoring the drink yet, she'd turn her head towards the food. "Muraski... What type of food -is- that... I've never smelt it before..." her nose would even crinkle at the scent of it, though her stomach would growl.

Muraski shrugged once again, "Drink the liquid first Raziel, it's part of your training. You'll need to drink several shots otherwise you'll never progress." His expression turned into a laugh but no sound protruded, oh the poor blind girl.

Raziel frowns, and remains where she is. "Then I won't eat. That didn't feel good going down, honestly." Raziel would soon simply lean back a bit on the seat, arms still cross, and have a stubborn look about her... Oh how her child-like mentality was playing today, though she did seem to maintain the look of a young lady while she did it... No pouty lip this time. Just crossed arms and a stubborn look.

Muraski finally just sighed, "Why won't you drink Raziel?"

Raziel continues to frown and simply says "Because, if it -is- alcohol it's just going to make me unable to work like I can... Meaning no humming, no nothing... Because it would mess me up. Then you'd have to carry me home." then a devilish smirk grows on her pale rose colored lips and she'd say, in a bit louder of a voice so that others might hear "And I don't get why you'd want to get your blind -daughter- drunk, anyways!" then she'd turn towards him, that smirk still in place. Two could play at this game, it would seem.

Muraski finished his plate of steak and set it upon the edge if the couch, "So you cannot work through drinking? Hence the reason why I stated it is part of your training Raz. Now, put that glass to your lips and drink it!" He sighed, "Also, it'll lessen the pain upon your wounds." The final comment was entirely ignored however.

Raziel held the smirk until she noticed it had no effect, and soon it would absolutely melt away from her face, and she grumble a tad and turn to facing straight once more. "Well.... Maybe I don't -want- the pain lessened." the woman certainly wasn't letting her stubbornness lessen up, that's for sure. She wasn't mad, but she -was- frustrated. Her left hand was clenching into a fist so hard that she even broke open her wound. With a flinch she'd pull her hand out from crossing it and open it, the bandage already stained with blood. She couldn't see it, but she could definitely smell it. "Oops..." she'd mumble to herself.

Muraski sighs at the female “I’m also having this as part of your training so someone can’t get you drunk.”

Raziel would turn to Muraski in confusion “Why would anyone want to get me drunk? I… I wouldn’t let them!”

Muraski blinked, "You do realize people get females drunk for two reasons? One, alcohol acts as a truth serum and two, it's so they get inside your pants."

Raziel blinks, in utter bewilderment at what the second reason meant... Truth being, she had never heard of that term of it before. Raising an eyebrow she'd say "They'd do -what- now?" then she'd shake her head a little and add "Besides... If alcohol can be used as a truth serum, who's to say you wouldn't have me drink some at some point to tell you anything you might want to know." she did have a point there, of course.

Muraski raised a brow, "Does that mean you're attempting to hide something from me Glitch that you rather I didn't know?"

Raziel blushes at that question; despite her great lack of blood she was quite red. "What? -NO-!" One would, usually, be able to tell if someone was lying by simply seeing if they moved their eyes left. But her eyes seemed to make that quite impossible. Though, still, she had a red face. "Why would I have anything to hide from you? You're the one who took me in, after all! I was just making a point..." she'd trail off a tad at the end and quickly turn her face away, for she had naught her mask nor her hat to hide her blushing features.

Muraski held the glass towards the female, "Then drink and speak your mind with me, child. Nothing to hide, then you'll be willing to prove it with me, yes?"

Raziel slightly leans away from the glass, had she had any pupils or irises Muraski would have seen them flicking to and fro in thought, but not even any veins in her eyes would give that away. "Wha... You ar... are acting like you don't... T... Trust me, Muraski!" Raz says back, accidently stuttering.

Muraski shook his head, "That isn't it child. It's that, I believe everyone needs to try this at least once and if you won't just try it, how can I know you trust me? I won't let anything happen to you yet you're acting like I'm attempting to murder you." His words sounded rather hurt towards the end.

Raziel flinches a bit when she hears the hurt in his voice, upset and feeling that she had, indeed, caused her father-figure some pain. With a frown upon her lips she lightly takes the glass from him and then sighs ~Might as well just get over with it...~ and with that thought, the woman actually downs the whole glass! Afterwards she'd cough a bit, from the feeling, and then practically wheezes out "Happy?"

Muraski smiled at the child as he lifted her from the seat and moved for the exit, "Out we go, child! I don't think that'll be enough to make you drunk but thank you for drinking it. That's all I ask, that you trust me."

Raziel frowns at him then crosses her arms once more, still a bit raspy voiced. "Yeah, well I'm never... Drinking that again... And I want water... When we get home..." every so often she'd cough, still not liking the feeling from it.

Muraski chuckled at the woman's words, "Yeah, that's fine.. I can get you some water." With that, he left the place, her upon his shoulders, and headed for home.

Valentin Meets Some Blimmin' Nutters

Valentin || The butcher tromped along the streets of Cenril, his shadow an inky elongated thing which seemed to reach out into the shadows of the nearby buildings. Valentin looked as dour as ever, his oversized cleaver held comfortable in his right hand as he continued his search. The vampire was certain the damn priest had come this way. Valentin turns a corner into the area which hosts Cenril's wishing well.

Muraski exited the clan headquarters through a building off to the side of the well. The door was pushed open and upon his shoulder was flung Raz. Eyes quickly spotted the other vampire in the area, "Valentin." A customary hat tip to greet the man, "Strolling the streets of Cenril, again?"

Raziel blushes a bit and groans when she hears Muraski greet someone. Truly she didn't like to be carried the way he was, and she was a little embarrassed. She, otherwise, says nothing else; although a low humming noise might be heard coming from the woman's mouth, only pausing for her breaths.

Valentin grunts. Seems he was out of luck. Seemed also that Zondo was as cheap a tavern door as a 'Vampire Elder' could get. Blimmin' ponces, th'lot of 'em. "Y'seen a church banker come 'round this way, guv? He missed an appointment, innit." The butcher forbears commenting on what seemed to be yet another sordid detail of the gangster's perverse love life.

Muraski 's head shook as he asked the question, "Haven't seen anyone, just came out of the house over there. Not really anyone back here." He paused, a quick brow raised, "Why you asking?" The female was placed upon the ground, a quick notion made towards her, "Met my kid by the way?"

Raziel would brush her clothing off after being set down, the blush fading from her face and soon returning it to the smooth porcelain-like face the young elf usually had. She'd brush her pale fingers through her white hair and look towards the ground, shyly. Of course, she can't see the ground, as she is blind. And, on that matter, one would note that her eyes have no pupils or irises to them. Nothing but pure white. "Hello..." she'd say quietly.

Valentin casts a dour look at Muraski, then at Raziel, then back at Muraski. "You're a sick bastard, guv - it's a wonder that nice lass Tysinni puts up with you. But back t'business. I was askin' on account of savin' m'self some time in huntin' th'bastard down, innit. Save me some hassle afore I make m'next delivery t'the cathedral. I'll find th'banker eventually, guv, don't worry 'bout that. Workin' m'way up t'the bishopric, steadylike." The butcher nods to the elven youth "Feed 'im dragon blood if y'need t'escape lass. It's the only advice worth givin' you wi' regards t'the guv 'ere."

Muraski 's eyes rolled at the comment, "Not with the woman anymore, left her last night. I bit her while I was hungry, she was too afraid of being around me. Enough said on the matter." The matter of the church was more than listened to with interest, "I see, I see.. How many deliveries have you made so far?" And a quick turn towards Raz, "Don't be shy, Valentin here is about the nicest guy you'll ever meet.. Long as you're civil. Oh, and don't feed me the blood of a dragon.."

Raziel would face where she knew Muraski was and then to Valentin and cocks her head, the 336 year old elven woman saying "Now -why- would I want to feed dragon blood to my father?" and she said that her hand trailed up to the crook of her neck, where a bandage was; her fingers only lingering momentarily on it and then moving to the bandage upon her right wrist. She still would have a shyness about her but would not to Muraski's words. "Sorry, Muraski... Didn't mean to be shy... And, don't worry. I wouldn't give someone who's taken me in anything that could kill them." Raz would then go on to introducing herself to Valentin, giving her a little bow "Hello, names Raziel "Glitch" Ravenwolf. It's a pleasure to meet you, sir." it could be noticed that, after ever sentence was finished, she'd continue to make that odd humming noise again.

Valentin narrows his eyes "You're a blimmin' idiot, guv. No self-control, innit. Y'didn't think to t'get y'self a bottle or ten o'bloodwine before y'got necked? 'Course not. Just go 'round like th'vampiric 'quivalent of a randy drunk with 'is pants down, bitin' anything as takes your fancy." The butcher scratches a shaggy muttonchop "Knew that Zondo git was a useless banker. Should be ashamed of yourself, guv." Having said his piece, Valentin responds to the gangster's question "As t'the church, I been out o'town. This was goin' t'be the second delivery." With that business taken care of, the butcher responds to the elf "Luv, if you're his daughter, I'm a blimmin' frostmaw giant. Still, if lies come t'your tongue that quickly, I can see the cause o'mutual attraction, innit."

Muraski once again just found himself disappointed with the man's response, "I got bottles, plenty of them, problem became that I forgot to eat.. Hunger ravaged and I went after people.. Wasn't a lot I could do at that point. When I settled down I spoke to her and we settled things out but she was still afraid.. She is Ty, she has to appear strong but it wasn't the same." His piece replied to the part of Zondo was ignored. "Too bad, I rather would of enjoyed seeing their faces as the second pack was placed on their doorstep." As for the matter of his kid, he just let out an over dramatic sigh, "She isn't my kid by blood, just a street urchin I've taken in. I rather enjoy picking up the unique people and she happens to be amongst them."

Raziel holds back a little laugh at Valentin's remark about the whole Frostmaw Giant thing, for she doesn't want to seem rude or anything. But then smiles and nods in agreement to Muraski's words. Even though she is 11 times Muraski's age she had a child-like mentality, and dearly needed teaching. That, and she is unique in a way. "Mhmm. Muraski's teaching me all sorts of things I need to know." although she'd turn towards him with a little blind glare "Although I disagree, -completely- about drinking alcohol..." she'd cough a bit at that, for just a bit earlier she had downed a whole glass of straight vodka, just to show Muraski that she would. Other than that, however, she doesn't ask about the other two topics, figuring they were none of her business. However the young elf would soon walk over to a nearby bench and sit down. Her wound from being attack by a long-tongued monster the previous night had ached.

Valentin looks disgusted "Forgot t'eat. What kind o'nonsense excuse is that? That's bloody worse, guv. Pins the blame directly on your own overwhelmin' stupidity an' negligence." Once again, the butcher forbears from commenting on Muraski's lovelife - it just wasn't worth the hassle. "Anyway, guv, back t'the church. The opportunity'll come at some point no doubt. If y'wanted, I could show you how it's done." The elf's words, however, overcome the butcher's determination not to comment on Muraski's perversions. "I'll bet he is, girl. That's the kind o'man he is. Used t'be laws against that kind o'thing, innit." A brief moment of introspection occurs, as the butcher's disdain of hypocrisy extended even to himself "O'course, th'same set o'laws didn't much like my activities neither, so bygones be bygones an' all that. Not my place to get involved in other people's sick fetishes, innit."

Muraski just gave up on arguing with Valentin about either of the two matters, "I'm sure I can figure out how to deliver the packages to the church, I'm just thinking I'm here in Cenril more than Vailkrin. It would be a bit easier to track me down then you." He turned towards the female then back towards the vampire with a grin, "Bah, have you not heard Valentin? Elves live longer than human, this female here has got to be what, five, six times my age at least? I'm sure she can make her own decisions at that age.. If I feel like teaching her a thing or two, it's her choice to be taught." He simply decided to go along with it. "So, you hear about this.. New group thing? Roaming about in Cenril? They are handing out some sort of secret invitation.. I heard they had a base of some sorts around here, been trying to find it for a while now.."

Raziel shakes her head at Valentin's words, but when she hears Muraski going along with it she lets out a very long hum, while reaching to her fur trimmed boot. Quickly enough she'd pull out a jeweled throwing dagger and toss it, so that it would land a foot from his shoe. "Muraski quit it!" Raz would scowl, crossing her arms. "My good man." she'd say to Valentin, in the most respectful tone she can "I give you my word that nothing of the sort has been happening between us. He's merely like a father to me, and has been teaching me how to fight and defend myself. And, also, how to work with my blindness." the elf would then point to her pure white eyes momentarily then cross her arms again. "And I'm gonna need all the training I can get in case I run into the nameless monster again... Damn thing nearly ate me in one bite last night, but I cut off its immense tongue." she'd have said that more to herself than anything. Then she'd get and bit of an evil grin, thinking of payback to Muraski's words. "-And- I need all the training I can get in case my bloody father figure tries to drink me dry, again!" this would be truth. She was quite low on blood, and two of her bandages... And a few bruises as well... Were from that lovely day.

Valentin looks disbelievingly at the elf "He obviously aint trainin' you all that well, luv, if y'can't even stick a dagger in 'is foot as a lesson in manners, innit." The butcher shakes his head "Surrounded by blimmin' nutters, I am. The dumb leadin' the blind. Shadows fend, I'm lookin' forward t'findin' that priest." Valentin nods to Muraski "I did 'ave some toff's footman show up with an invite or somesuch. Wasn't able t'make it to the appointed meeting, but left a message with how t'find me. Whoever they are, they must do all their business outside o'Cenril, innit."

Muraski chuckled at the woman, "Just started her training today, after she got attacked." He leaned backwards momentarily, a small popping sound from his back her before he stood up once more then straightened out his posture. "Yes, that would be the group. It appears their headquarters have been located near here.. And, I believe i have found them if you would like to go join me for a trip." A quick turn was made towards Raz, "And, like I said, that's what this training is for, wasn't lying to you.. You can stab me, might kill me, might not, just don't put the dragon's blood on me."

Raziel smirks at Valentin's comment, as she rubbed the crook of her neck where the bandages were. "Heh. Could've hit him if I felt like it… But why wreck such a nice pair of shoes?" of course, she has no clue what his shoes looked like, but she chose that comment nevertheless. Then she'd continue to rub her neck a bit, deciding not to pay attention to their plans, thinking that best. She smirks at Muraski's words to her, however, "Nah, wouldn't hit you with dragon's blood unless you caused any harm to my sweet Aeonis... And, if I remember correctly, I -had- stabbed you, sliced your arm, and hit you with my walking cane." she'd then simply release a honey-sweet laugh. "But I'd have to be crazy to stay mad at you for an accident. I blame Bresk, anyways." soon the elf would simply stand up and lightly limp over to her dagger, sticking in back within her boot.

Valentin shakes his head. "Another time, guv. I got business in Kelay. A meatcart t'have built. But I admit, m'curiosity is piqued, innit. As we have other business t'discuss, I'm sure we'll get the opportunity." The butcher nods to the elf "Pleasure, mam'selle. Don't hesitate t'cut him up if he misbehaves any." The butcher then sets off again.