dalyorvenroris:
Somebody was dead, which was bad– but it wasn’t Adlas, which was good. People were starting to disappear– which, again, is bad– but as far as he knew Adlas was still safe; which, again, was good. Dalyor could go back and forth all night with reasons why he should be worried and why he shouldn’t be– and drinking wasn’t helping him clear his head.
So, after finally finding a way to shut off his thoughts, he took a step outside of the room he was keeping at the Inn in Avalon to stretch his legs; and to find a better distraction than the now emptied waterskin on his hip. Making his way through the streets things were… oddly peaceful; save for all the humans huddled against walls sobbing into their hands because they were too weak to carry on with the rest of the mourning paraders. It was a sad sight to see, and uncomfortable for the elven sellsword that prided himself on avoiding emotions, but it didn’t slow him down. If anything, avoiding all the wailing of Avalon’s subjects lead him to a bath house– and while that wasn’t, exactly, what he was looking for… it was better than nothing.
Once he made his way inside, the attendant that should have been there to greet him at the door wasn’t around– probably because of the Queen’s death… which was reasonable– so Dalyor decided to help himself to one of the rooms; and of course he picked the one room that was already occupied. “Strange,” he teased as he moved through the thick fog to stand at the stranger’s side as he relaxed in the tub, “is it customary for your kind to ask strangers to strip and show themselves to you when you first met? If so, I don’t mind.” Dalyor begin to unbutton his jacket as he smirked down at the halfling. “I’d hate to offend you so early on. I normally wait until after we’ve slept together to do that.”
@dalyorvenroris
He needed to put some kind of lock or ward on his door, maybe even the windows. It would keep people, everyone in general out besides those he actually somewhat trusted. Brows only furrowed at the man's words, though attractive he wasn’t so easily about to come undone. “No one even mentioned stripping, that’s all on you.” The male voiced, unsure if he were a threat or not. “I didn’t ask you to join either. What I will ask is why are you here in my room? You already offended when you barged in without so much as knocking.” Did no one knock, did no one address themselves anymore before entering. He could have been doing something shady, probably not but possibly.
The halfling found himself standing, water running down his frame as it landed into the tub. He wasn’t shy, especially not in his own room. Of course, as soon as he found himself standing and the chill creeping up his spine he hissed out. The bruises clear, scrapes and cuts. That pain all but came back, this time a sting.
