Bandit Queen

He didn’t wait for permission to move to unbridle the horse and slap her lightly on the haunch, making it clear that she was allowed to proceed to the side of the road and graze, which she did, benignly. Not even the vaguest hint of temptation to flee. He turned back, allowing the other to call the shots. “Where?”

Her prediction was right enough- before long, Am-Eutei approached the two again, carrying a large rough sack that looked like it might have once been used to hold grain. It looked a moderate size in her arms- but she was a Naga. 

"I like you, kid. Sensible. None a this run away like a ninny or fight bullshit. Tell ya what- enchant what I give you, an' I'll let ya on yer way. Grubby rags 'n everythin."

When he eventually spoke, it was just as slowly and tonelessly as everything he’d said before, though he was actively, carefully letting magicka pool in his hands. It might have been natural, just the weight of gravity. It was just a precaution, anyway, though what he was about to suggest was something of a last-ditch effort, and only brought about by the thought of what the goal of his final destination was in the first place. “I’m sure that you make a certain amount of profit from sales of obtained objects. I feel sure that you could make a decent measure more, if those objects which you had on hand were enchanted.”

"Might be that yer right." She rested her hands on her hips, casually, touching the hilts of her swords with the outermost fingers. "There's some as pay more fer enchanted shit. What do ya have on offer then, skinny? I know some a you magey types only like ta work in one par-ti-cu-lar kinda magic, and I ain't got fences what like heaps of only one kinda enchantment."

"Better, what're you gonna offer me ta spare th' beast?"

"So determined to show me that I am within your power that you can’t pick it up yourself?" He handed her the second bag, which was even less full than the first.

"I guess I could take th' beast." She said at last, eyeing the horse apathetically. "Probably could make a decent meal fer the girls fer a couple days. Too old to sell, though."

He unbuckled the flat, half-empty bags from the sides of the saddle and held one out to the Bosmer, casually, almost as if they knew one another. All she would find was a few extra threadbare articles of clothing and articles of literature useless to anyone who didn’t have a background in the deep intricacies of conjuration. He set the other leather bag down on the road and crossed his arms, waiting for her verdict on the first.

"Worthless but ta feed a fire. Gimme the other."

"So, what then," He finally said, after studying the cracked horn of the saddle in front of him for a while, waiting for her to define worth or demand he get off the poor old horse or something. Jitters stirred under his hood and eventually poked his naked head out, intrigued by the presence of a new voice, and Ioannes gently pushed him back into hiding. Just in case the cat was one of the things that fell under the obscure "of worth" label.

The rat thing that peeked out was a bit unusual. But probably not worth much to anyone but animal collectors, who were hard to track down anyway. And usually weird. Faenthil didn't like dealing with them.

"Hello, Bosmer."

"I," She said, splaying her hand on her chest dramatically. "Am Faenthil. I'll be relieving you of anything of worth, today."

You think I mean to seduce you? You misunderstand, queen. I don’t care if I end up fucking you or killing you. Either way, you’ll understand what it means to submit.

[laughs outright] Submit? I ain't done that a day in my life, an there's been a number a them. You got yer work cut out fer ya, muscles. 

I could shout you apartbefore you had a chance.

I wouldn’t bite off more than you could chew.

Then again, I'm too big a challenge fer most men.

I don’t recommend trying to dance with me, queen… Unless you care for a proper fucking.

[grins sharply] But I could make an exception fer you, if I thought ya could keep up with me.

"By the eight," he groaned, "I hope theres something can pardon you with. Something that isn’t my coin purse." He muttered the last part, quick to jump to conclusions.  Because thats exactly what he needed right now. Not that any time was better, or appropriate, to be robbed. Aendir crossed his arms, still quite sure of his take on the situation at hand. 

"I dunno. How big's yer purse, goldie? Judgin by the poncey way ya talk, it's big enough ta concern myself with."