03. throws an object across the room. + kara to erik rifp
he hears kara approaching long before they even come close to the room, up the inn's ramshackle wooden stairs. a few thundering strides and then, predictably, the door swings open to allow a human storm in. it doesn't break, at least, but the pitcher of something — cheap ale, most likely — certainly does. it smashes right against the opposite wall, at erik's back.
erik does not flinch. he doesn't even look up from his work; he keeps his hands moving, careful with how he drags the whetstone upon the blade. it is kara's sword that he holds over his knee, almost tenderly. he does not have to, they haven't required it of him, but it is habitual, and it soothes him when the hours drag on.
'' trouble? ''  he sets the sword aside and looks at them with the same golden hue to his eyes, measuring, assessing. at ease, shoulders slightly hunched, he does not worry much; if there is trouble they can leave the small inn and go back to the road. erik needs but a word from them to spring up and start packing. they don't work together as often as before, when kara was still mentoring him, yet following their lead is a familiar reflex.
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