Chương 14: Jon Arry— DRUNKEN BRAWL!
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[1 Month Later]
Tolfdir lazed in the half-finished wall surrounding the waterfall in the Endless Falls, both Jon and himself believed it to be the flowing water source under Darkstone and didn't want it to be needlessly contaminated. Looking over the rocky rolling green covered hills dotted with small hits, Tolfdir's smile grew, as of currently there was no source of easily obtainable in the Endless Falls, but like everything else Jon had a plan to build a 'floating' Aqueduct fastened to the cavern wall behind the waterfall on the left most side, as the falling water there was nowhere as thick and dense making it easier to work. However there were no intensive plans, as Jon still hadn't finished his process of scratching down schematics of schematics that were only a minuscule difference from other schematics of certain schematics. (A/N: tahW)
The Hunter's Rest had been fully completed, the tavern held a warmth that urged you to drink, chamber pots were about to be a thing of the past within the tavern as Jon had built a small dam from a log two hands away from being buried, he had hollowed out the the top and knocked out the sides to flow with the water flown and carving a cylinder of wood capable of stopping the majority of water, but didn't stop it in as a safety against it overflowing onto the taverns floor, attached to a long chain that would be used to 'flush' the waste through the shallow trench Aela had dug into a small crack, just barely large enough for Jon to slip into with his lean pre-mature body. Yet, it expelled intense amounts of heat. Jon being the absolute madlad he was, tied a rope around his waist, leaving it to Tolfdir to keep him from falling into an abyss of heat.
Surprisingly, the crack which was planned to be used to remove waste had been a thin but wide entrance into a large gaping hole heading straight down with jagged side's. Apparently, while large even if he wanted to, Jon wouldn't be able to climb down but aside from a low orange glow, the heat was intense.
This month had been spent by Jon climbing down and breaking the jagged edges near the top to get a better idea of what he was looking at. The stone broke away like glass giving a satisfying crunch, the more he knocked away the more light he saw, yet the heat didn't intensify.
As for today, Jon was currently dealing with some personal issues that had arisen. Leaving Tolfdir to just relax. He didn't think the boy ever slept more than a few hours a night. Yet, he always seemed to have boundless energy.
"It wasn't the sword nor the use of one. It was the craft…" Tolfdir muttered to himself, before rising up and twisting to let his legs dangle over the edge of the wall, looking down into the Endless Deep as he began to call it, if only it wasn't a clean water source for later plan.
He wondered how the crunch would sound from this height… would it be as satisfying as his short sword… Tolfdir rose to his feet with a shake of his head before trailing down the unfinished wall, avoiding the thumb width metal rods poking through the occasional stone atop the walls surface.
Near the far edge of the Endless Deep where the wall hadn't been started, he found Evelyn sitting down on a large hide. A woven basket resting in front of her as she stared off into the thin clouds and rays of light above. Aela, who stood a step away with her sword planted into the soil, sent him a light nod in his direction, her hands remaining unmoving from their resting position on top of her pommel. She quickly fell back into an attentive position that would never trouble her Lady's status. As she had been 'stolen' by her Lady, her life belonged to her Lady…
"Evelyn," Tolfdir's tone was soft, and sweet.
Quickly attracting her gaze as she sent him a gentle smile. "Tolfdir, you've finally awakened from your thoughts," reaching for the woven basket she asked, "I've brought some bread, honey, and tallow. I know how you enjoy the honey wine that one shop in Wickenden sells, so I brought that along with some roast to go with it…"
Tolfdir slipped into the spot next to her with a smile, gazing deep into her eyes, "Go on, ask already."
Evelyn froze momentarily before she righted herself, "Why do you expect that I have something to ask you?"
Tolfdir's eyes shifted from the still warm food back to Evelyn, "You don't cook."
A deep frown came to Evelyn's face as she let out a huff, "Just one time! Tolfdir ONE TIME! Couldn't you just follow along one time without cutting away all the fun stuff…"
"Business is always separate from personal relationships, you know that, and I have a feeling this is about business." A different type of smile came to Tolfdir's face, a smile saturated with greed…
"No, it's not about business. Is coin the only thing you ever think of…? Haa, Tolfdir, Jon Arryn wishes to visit your lands. While you were busy nose deep in your thoughts and working with Jon, a courier had been wandering your land for days looking for you and your freed slaves. Astrid found him dirtied and starving during the hunt this morning. The courier said he should be arriving within the next few days."
"There was a hunt…?"
"If you weren't lazing around for half the day, you'd know," Evelyn spat with faux venom.
The two locked eyes for a moment, a smile coming to both of their faces, Evelyn was about to lean in when Tolfdir shifted his head slightly towards Aela, "Why do you always smell like lilies?"
Aela tilted her head to Tolfdir, sending him an incredulous furrow of her brows, before sniffing herself. Evelyn, who held back the urge to strangle Tolfdir, scoffed to calm her nerves, "It's her natural scent, some of the Free Folk are like that. Although not all are all that pleasant."
Tolfdir leaned back impressed and with shock, "That's why those Thenn bastard smelt so fu*king horrid."
Aela's hands stiffened momentarily, but Tolfdir shifted his head back to Evelyn who held a small pouting frown, grasping one her hands, Tolfdir planted a gentle kiss on her knuckles, "I appreciate your care, My lady. It warms my cold body and invigorates this old body with the joys of youth once again."
Evelyn shifted her eyes, while Aela's eyes filled with confusion. 'Old…?'
Tolfdir smirked as he opened the bottle of honey wine and took a large swig. He didn't drink often, but when he did there was no going back.
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"COME ON!" A roar resounded through the tavern, Tolfdir wearing nothing but his breeches and sabatons drunkenly showing off his body dotted with small scars and burns, stood in the middle of twelve unconscious bodies. In the midst of his drunkenness, he offered a thousand gold to whoever beat him in a brawl, and he had run through every one who stepped up with a drunken finesse…
Yet his roar brought upon the attention of a certain stoic Free Folk, who smelt of lilies…
Seeing her step forward, Tolfdir chuckled in drunken delight, "Perfect!" Before he pounced forward, kicking off a table to spin into a kick.
Aela ducked under the high kick, before bouncing up and gripping his leg, shifting her feet she twisted herself to slam Tolfdir into the ground yet he managed to halt his descent by grabbing one of the bystanders, who remained standing like a mountain. Using his newfound handhold, Tolfdir moved to drive his knee into the back of Aela's head. However, as if she had seen this coming, Aela let go of his leg and ducked low with a back step.
Using the momentum from his knee, Tolfdir shot to the ceiling as he pushed off his handhold, kicked off the ceiling then bounded across two tables as Aela drew in, swinging a chair. Tipping the table he was on with a heavy foot, Tolfdir followed it as it fell to the side and leapt off the table, two legs of which had gotten stuck in the gap between the floorboards, completely ignoring the chair as both Aela's and Tolfdir's nose touched, for a brief moment all she saw was Tolfdir's face distorted due to the closeness, and a wide toothy smile. Before two plams clamped on to each side of her head and they both fell to the floor, pinned underneath Tolfdir, Aela knew it was her loss. Yet it only became more defined as Tolfdir opened his mouth wide, ready to take a mouthful of flesh…
A spark of realization flashed through his eyes before he drew back and released Aela's head while the crowd that had gathered exploded, all the men that had gone out before could hardly last to the count of 10, yet here this lass just survived to 26.
Astrid, who was leaning back in her tipped chair, her feet resting against the edge of the table, had dropped her mug, and had watched with wide eyes. Aela was by far the most skillful person she had met, the woman had even managed to contend with Ser Jamie in an unofficial spar… but to think she couldn't even compare to the 'nickname'. While drunk and worn down by 12 people, even if they hadn't done much.
Evelyn watched with narrowed eyes as Tolfdir brought his hand to his head, lightly touching his brow as he looked distant, lost in whatever thoughts that plagued his mind every so often. She might have been worried that he'd lose his life because of his 'poisonous' thoughts, if not for seeing Tolfdir nearly split a man's head in two without even noticing.
It was as if he was the definition of a weapon, deadly in every sense of the word. Yet, she didn't know how much he had suffered to reach where he stood today. The only information she had was the marks of his suffering on his skin, the burn scars she had seen many times before weren't from ordinary fire… No ordinary fire left ripples in the skin…
However for the first time she saw something she never had before, a large scar just below the shoulder blade on his left side. A scar he didn't sport during the rebellion, and one that surely would've killed him…
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