The fire-eater raised his arm, laying a black-and-red motley sleeve up against his nose to ward off the stench of the dye works. “I stand here for now. They’ve seen my face, even before I helped you to run off. The scars make it easier to pick me out in a crowd, and now you’ve doomed me to another beating.” He muttered with his elbow pressed firmly under his nose. “If not me, then they’ll catch me with my family, and then they’ll surely exact revenge.” It wouldn’t be the first time men had beaten him severely over a woman. He glanced away.
“Fine. Don’t look at me.” He spat, and if he were like his marten his fur would have bristled too. He hated being stared at anyways. It was as if he could feel eyes trace over his scars like a few light fingertips. “What, you would have cheated them out of more money?” He was oblivious to what she meant, since he didn’t realize she had some kind of magic behind her. If he did, he would have abandoned her even earlier. He was sensible enough to stay away from that kind of trouble when he knew about it. Gwin was still tucked away inside the bag, where he had fallen fast asleep. The marten was rarely awake at this hour of the day, being a creature of the night.
“I didn’t come for you.” He reminded her. “I had the poor luck of standing there when trouble came for you, and I was smart enough to get away. There’s a difference. I’m not your hero, and I’m not here to protect you.” He was simply keeping himself alive.
It was almost comical. Almost. How these two were bickering midst being surrounded by the god-awful river and its foul stench. They were both trying to cover their faces and stubbornly were not able to really leave the area as they talked. Or argue.
“Doomed you? Are you being overly dramatic or what, fire-dancer. No one has doomed you over a few measly coins! And you would be smart to use your talents to defend yourself unless you fancy a beating!”
There was that spirit, despite how much she was cringing at the smell assaulting her nostrils, she was not backing down so easily when he started to throw accusations her way again. The maiden had turned her back to him and arranged her sack of bread. A look of dismay had graced her flushed features momentarily.
“What am I supposed to look at then? What has you so unnerved when I look at you. Do my eyes sting as they grace your features?” That is when she narrowed her gaze and the heat of her cheeks rose to the surface of her pallid flesh. She wasn’t blushing from any sort of embarrassment. She was angry. “And bite your tongue, I already told you I did not cheat anyone out of any of these coins, I would have easily pick-pocketed him if I desired to go down such a distasteful route.”
She huffed, “Please, a protector.. I need none - a hero even less of.” Sarah clicked her tongue, summoning Aunduin to her side, and without much of a second thought, he followed behind her heels with his piece of loaf still locked within his maw.
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