ตอน 225: Handarm
"Look, Inn keep, I paid for a room because I wanted to sleep. But you didn't mention the banshee in the room next to mine! Either give me my gold back or toss the sorry wench out!" a well built Redguard man states before pointing at Illococoo with an accusatory finger, "And make this one stop glaring at me, where I come from such a thing is a declaration of intent!" he growls, dropping his hand to the sword on his hip.
Valga scowls but somehow manages to keep the 'smile' on her face despite her obvious irritation. "Are you threatening my patrons, Shakeesh?" she asks, stabbing an elven dagger into the bar top.
"Not at first, but if you don't do something about these tobr'as I will resolve things my way." he retorts with a clear edge in his tone.
...
It is then that the doors of the Dead Man's Drink open to reveal Michael, who immediately locks eyes onto the Redguard.
"If you think you're such hot shit Shakeesh, go for it. I dare you." Valga growls, Illococoo's lips upturning to reveal her sharper than usual teeth.
The Redguard takes the offer and goes to draw his blade, only for a hand to stop him and hold the blade in its place. "Wha-?"
"Draw that thing and I'll cut off your hands." Michael warns with a frown, his hand like a vice over the man's blade, preventing him from drawing it even a little.
Valga snorts at this, "Hah, wouldn't be a Redguard anymore if he couldn't wield a blade. I'm right aren't I? You lot valuing martial might above all else?"
Shakeesh tugs on his blade a couple more times but stops once he internalizes the futility of it. He was only shocked that this short imperial boy was able to overpower him, but he knew he was outmatched from this small confrontation alone. He wets his lips when glances between Michael and Valga, his fingers slowly relinquishing the weapon. "Fine. But I want my gold back, this pile of shit isn't worth what I paid!"
Valga crooks a brow, "Get fucked, you bought the room so it's yours for another day, don't like my other patrons? Leave, but you aren't getting a single Septim out of me you slack-jawed sword-fucker."
Shakeesh sputters in indignation, but Michael just rests a hand on his shoulder and tightens his grip, subtly utilising his Runes to emphasize his point. "I think you should go, buddy, I don't like people threatening my friends, get it?"
"You're walking a fine line boy," the Redguard seethes, slapping Michael's hand away with not an insignificant amount of strength, "This disrespect will not be forgotten." he states as he marches out of the inn, taking one last glare at the group before he finally departs.
"Hmph, that one's got chip on his shoulder if I've ever seen one." Derflinger remarks, causing Valga and a few nearby patrons that'd been watching to look down at him in confusion.
Michael shrugs, "Ignore the talking sword. It'll get a big head if you give it attention..." he says as he walks over to Illococoo and rests a hand on her head. "You alright?"
The dragon girl nods, "That mean guy was upset because mother was having a nightmare... I want to bite him!" she says as her stern expression fades under his petting, her eyes closing in satisfaction.
"So," Valga starts, her voice bringing Michael's attention back to her, "Did you actually enter he crypt? Or did the entrance look so scary that you ran with your tail between your legs?" she amusedly asks after stowing away her elven dagger.
"Cleared it."
...
"No really, I'm being serious now. Did you even enter the crypt?" Valga asks after a moment of silence.
"And I'm being serious too, I cleared it." Michael affirms, causing the woman to squint at him in search of any deception, but upon finding none she just lets out a long sigh. "Alright, I can tell there's a story coming. Bring it then."
Michael shrugs, "It wasn't exciting enough to warrant a story, just some skeletons, a vampire and her thralls."
"Hold on, a vampire? In an ancient Nord crypt?" Valga says while holding out her palm, stopping him from continuing, "I hope you killed it, otherwise the locals might start raising banners just to get rid of it... They might not care about adventurers, but a vampire desecrating their ancestor's graves?" she trails off while shaking her head and giving a click of her tongue.
"Don't worry about it, the vampire and her servants are dead... Speaking of which, are these ancient gold coins usable?" he asks, holding out a couple of the crude old coins.
Valga nods, "The empire made sure that each Septim was roughly worth the same as old nordic coins. Helped integrate them better or something." she shrugs noncommittally. "You must be pretty strong to clear a dungeon and fight off a vampire solo... Or was it all on that talking sword you've got?" she asks semi-sarcastically.
"Hah! She's got you pinned Partner! What would you do without me!" Derflinger cackles, taking the 'compliment' in good stride.
Michael taps the side of Derflinger's head-thing hard enough to cause it to groan, "Thanks for taking care of my friends, Valga." he offers before turning to Illococoo, "Now, has Charlotte or Tiffania started to wake up at all? Or are they still out?"
Illococoo frowns, "They're still asleep. I don't know when they will wake up..."
Yeah... That's a problem. If it continues for another day or two he'll have to start looking for a healer who knows what whatever is afflicting them is... He shakes his head, "Stay here and look after them Illu, I'm going to go sell my finding from the crypt and take a look around town." he says, patting her head one last time before departing.
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