sorry it took me so long to write this 😭 i really liked the idea and i also love the post you’re referring to by @mechabert! but since i wasn’t super comfy sticking to an idea that wasn’t mine, i let myself play around with it a bit and basically wrote Flambae the next day telling Robert what happened, while Robert is kinda secretly having fun with the fact that Flambae didn’t notice it was him the whole time. it’s not exactly what you asked for, but i hope you like it :)

Eira had gotten back from a raid on a smaller group of dragon hunters and was prepping for their call for a healer. Making extra sure the new batch of speedstinger ointment was cooled and the scraper for it as well. Viggo huffed, sending off a Terrible Terror to Eira as he observed the smoldering camp. He broke a sharp, twisted scute from the edge of a smoking burrow and examined it. Noting how similar it looked to the ones of a previous attack. "This... is a very persistent Whispering Death." He murmured to himself. The Terrible Terror had been a surprise to say the least. Eira still didn't know why the little dragon willingly went back to Viggo but at the very least he found the ruins of a rival hunter group well after she left. Giving the terror a head scratch before tying a letter for Viggo that stated she was bringing the yak pulled cart with supplies. Viggo raised his forearm as the tiny dragon came into view, allowing it to perch. He unraveled the note Eira had sent him, dismissing the Terror. He tucked it away and began to survey the damage. His men were torn and burned just as much as the camp was. "I'm here!" Eira yelled as she got over the hill. Looking over the damage as she went to the largest group of people she could find. "I have bandages and medicine if anyone is unable to walk put them in the cart." Eira said as she began to pass out supplies. Hunters swarmed Eira's cart like gronckles to granite. At least as quickly as they could stumble over. Viggo chuckled, heading down. "Sorry to call you again." Viggo apologized, showing her the spike he pulled up earlier "It seems I have a reoccurring problem." Looking at the purple to white of the scute. "Again? You know I'm getting quite the collection from that dragon. Might have to get a set of knives carved out of some of the spikes at this rate." Eira was distracted by some yelling of to men fighting over supplies. "IF YOU TWO DON'T STOP THAT RIGHT NOW I'M GOING TO USE SPEEDSTINGER VENOM IN YOUR MEDICINE!" Viggo chuckled, approaching the men who were stunned by Eira's sudden reprimand. "Boys, she so graciously is lending us a hand." One unhanded the supplies, grumbling as the other ran off with his prize. Viggo handed the ego-bruised Hunter a bandage and sent him on his way, "Simple. The lot of them." He sighed, "Forgive my men, If it weren't for me and my brother most of them would be in squalor or worse." "They're a pleasure compared to some people I have to deal with. Honestly if I catch trader Johann near my tent one more time..." Clenching the air before breathing. "But I digress." Clapping her hands together. "Now tell me have you been injured in this mess as well?" "Oh believe me, I'd rather stare down the maw of a Screaming Death than work with that man..." Viggo rolled his eyes at the mention of Johann. "I did suffer a few scratches..." He lifted his tunic to reveal a large scrape he suffered when ducking for cover. It was swollen and surrounded by a deep blueish purple bruise. "Nothing I'm not used to." He boasted. "Nothing you should have to live with either." To one of the men least hurt from the ordeal. "Mind fetching me some clean water and some bowls?" Opening a bag of her own supplies. "Let's see. This won't do much for the pain but it will keep you from flinching while I clean it." Scooping out the medicine she made earlier that day. Viggo raised a brow as one of the hunters fetched a bucket of water and some wooden bowls. Laying the requested items out next to Eira. "I don't flinch." Viggo's tone was flat, denying that he would ever falter in the face of agony. "But if you insist." Rolling her eyes at the show of pride. "Well consider it for my own peace of mind." Making sure not to touch the medicine herself. She used a spoon to spread it around the wound before grabbing her tweezers and began to get the larger dabry before she went over it with a wet cloth. Trying not to think about how good Viggo looked without a tunic. "Very well, if it makes you feel safer." Viggo smirked. He inhaled as the spoon touched his tender flesh, spreading the ointment onto the exposed skin of his ribcage. "Oh! That is quite cold..." it had a stinging tingle to it. Not unlike the pins and needles feeling you get in your feet or hands but icy. He relaxed from the shock as the wet cloth cleaned out his wound. Eira had to bite her lips hard to stop from giggling at his reaction. She doubts she kept her amusement out of her voice when she said, "That should just about do it. Let me bandage this and you should be good to go. Though I don't want you- your men to doing more than you have to." Eira kept a hand on Viggo's shoulder as she grabbed the needed roll, as though he might try to get away while she wasn't looking. "Are you okay?" Viggo asked, watching Eira giggle. He went still as her small hand squeezed into his shoulder muscle. He smirked, "I won't let anyone over work themselves..." tapping his fingers on the log he was sat upon. "Of course, these Whispering Death attacks will have me working to the bone..." he feigned exhaustion, "I might need a few extra checkups every once in a while." That made Eira smirk a little herself, "We can't have that. You over work yourself as is." Sighing overdramatically with a hand draped over her head. "I guess there is nothing for it but to make sure to visit to pull you away from your work every now and then." Viggo gave a dry chuckle at her matching 'exhaustion' "That would leave my brother to operate everything. This whole thing would fall apart." before examining the bandaging. Letting out a sigh "He's better for keeping them in line on the field." Eira rolled her eyes with a frown. She did not like Ryker one bit, he took far to much joy in the pain of others. "If he's left in charge I'll be swamped with injured dragons who can't be sold in the auctions." Looking around at the destruction she remembered something. "Wait, what were you doing in the Gorick dragon hunters camp anyway?" He gave her a skeptical look. "Sending a clear message to one of his officers. A simple territorial dispute." He dismissed, getting up and stretching out his back. A few audible cracks being heard from his spine. "His men apparently believe they have the right to tread into my waters. Interrupting an important mission, no less..." he grumbled. Eira's eyes widened. "Wow, talk about asking for it." Shrugging she gathered her supplies. "Well, I've done all I can do here. We best get to cover before night fall." "I'm willing to excuse this digression as long as it doesn't continue after this visit." Viggo looked around the camp which was already starting to be repaired "I've made it clear anything recovered in my territory is under my jurisdiction. My men have full right to take it back." He didn't put his shirt back on, the evening summer air feeling nice and cool. "Your right. I ought to head back to my side of the island. Ryker is probably in over his head by now." "And he's going to be steamed for not getting to bust someone's skull." Getting back on the cart, she didn't take note of the messenger terrible terror sleeping next to her as she prepared to take the yak back the way she came. Viggo chuckled, leading the men he had brought with him off from the camp. He used the quiet trip back to inspect the dragon quill further, trying to come up with a way to track the beast next time it attacks a dragon hunter camp.

Viggo surveyed the Northern Markets, watching his men cart around large, covered cages. The cries and growls of dragons coming from beneath the tarps. An auction was to happen later that evening. Hearing the noise made May Lily flinch under Eira's hood. Eira whispers, "easy now." as she reaches the edge of the cages. Trying to look like a potential buyer. Viggo noticed Eira, a little skeptical of her shrouded appearance but wasn't about to raise alarm just yet. He stopped some of his men to peak under the cover of one of the cages, grinning at the titan wing Flightmare that lunged at him. The poor thing was the main event of the coming auction. "Quite the specimen you have this time Viggo. I do hope none of your men were seriously injured when catching them?" Eira couldn't help getting a closer look being sure to keep Viggo insight as she did. Viggo turned his attention to the mysterious woman. "It certainly is..." his smirk remaining. "A few were hit from it's paralyzing mist, but thankfully we paid no casualties for this beast. An overall profit." He boasted. "Perhaps you would like a closer look?" He offered, lifting the cover up a bit higher to show Eira. Nodding thanks she declined. "I suspect this one is out side my price range but thank you for the offer. I was actually interested in any..." grimacing, " Damaged goods? I like to practice my skills on some instead." Viggo quirked his brow, "Very well, come with me." He sauntered, not too slow but just at a pace so Eira didn't have any issue keeping up. "We often do use a hard hand with our more defiant dragons." He explained "This Typhoomerang might pique your interest." He led her over to the dragon in question, chained and bruised. Eyes darting over the dragon trying to guess as to how much damage was hidden under the scales. "Yes this will suit my needs I think. May I have a closer look?" Eira was pushed from behind hard. Falling closer to the cage then intended. She got back up with a few stomps of her feet, signaling the dragon underneth with the rythm of her stomps. "Please, inspect it as close as you wish. I promise it's completely safe. My men have done the dangerous task of securing the beast's claws and teeth." Viggo assured, stepping beside her. His shoulder hardly an inch apart from her. With a light clearing of her throat she nodded. "Alright." Pushing up her sleeves. "Lets see what the hunters did to you." She said louder then needed. Just as she was about to touch the dragon there was shouting and dragon roars. Someone shouted Whispering Death! And there was a cage in the jaws of the loose dragon. Being a boulder class dragon the arrows would not work. Viggo grabbed a crossbow and jumped to his feet. He aimed it at the large dragon, his attention shifted away from Eira. "Cover the stock!" He commanded. Viggo rushed over to the Flightmare, concerned about his prized possession. He cursed under his breath. Dragons stay well away from his operations. He suspected that beast was brought here. With the hunters eyes focused on the obvious threat May Lily went to use her healing breath on the larger bruises as Eira went for the bindings. Once loose she turned and pushed Viggo, "Get down!" as the more then frustrated dragon took aim. Viggo grunted, glaring at Eira until the heat of the dragon's blast grazed his head. "How'd that thing get loose?!" He shouted. Several hunters came running to recapture the Typhoomerang, it's large wing beats sending them flat on their backs as it took off. It was more interested in getting away from the hunters than revenge. Viggo was less forgiving, standing up and pulling Eira to her feet. Taking a deep breath and recuperating himself. "Now... I recall letting you get a close look at my dragon, not my restraints..." holding back his anger. Eira matched his glare. "Your men need to be more prepared for stowaways. There was a Prickleboggle hiding near it. Prickleboggle bond with stronger dragons because they themselves aren't fighters. By the time I noticed the bruises were healing right before my eyes that small dragon pushed the restraints off. I'd wager someone was complacent today." Shaking off his hand and taking a deep breath. "Now I suspect not all your men got out of that fight without injury. Would you prefer an extra pair of healers hands or shall I take my leave?" Viggo sighed, "I suppose I could use your help." hanging his head. "But I will be keeping a close eye on you." He grumbled. "The injured men will likely gather down in the infirmary tent, I'll lead you to it." He began to led her down a secluded path, hidden by the Northern Market's foliage. Matching his pace, Eira walked beside him. Her hood down now with May Lily following her patient out of the fight just like they practiced. "Still it could have been worse. Only two dragons lost in the skirmish. That's not so bad." Glancing at Viggo as they entered the tent. She stepped in to finish the bandaging on a shoulder so the regular healer could focus on more serious injuries. The injured hunters looked up at Viggo with wide, startled eyes. They didn't say anything, but it was clear Viggo didn't frequent this part of his operation. Viggo exhaled, "Four thousand and six thousand pieces were lost." trying to cool his temper. Clasping his hands together. "Well! I'll just make up for it next auction." Wincing in sympathy and trying to chuckle. "Yes, well perks of being known as the best in a dangerous trade I suppose." Thinking to herself 'and I'm not trying the same trick on you no matter how many times your men can be fooled, might have to stick to small timers.' Viggo smiled, "Yes, I am certainly quite renowned." he boasted. He unsheathed his sword, inspecting it's blade. Keeping his attention partially on Eira, he looked at his cloudy reflection. "Still, this loss will delay certain boat repairs and resources for my men out in the field." "Heavy weighs the crown." Then an idea popped into Eira's head. A dangerous idea but if done right... profitable in a way. Biting her lip before speaking. "Viggo, I have a business proposal" Finishing with the last of the minor injuries'. "I can provide a bulk discount on medical supplies as well as an extra set of hands when in port if you agree to let me have first pick of damaged goods before your auctions in future." Eira tried to hide her hand wringing by washing her hands. "Oh?" He approached her, crossing his hands behind his back but tightening the grip around the hilt of his sword. "Hm, I fail to see where this doesn't benefit me..." He pondered, his brow furrowed in contemplation. "Very well! We have a deal." He held out his free hand, offering to shake. Shaking his hand with a smile of her own. "Well I best make sure the first shipment will be ready before you leave then." Making her way back to her side of the market before making her way to the hidden whispering death cave to make sure the other dragon was freed before anything else that night. "Let's not mess with the Grimborns directly again, ok?" she rested her head on Dread Needle's and sighed. Viggo retired to his own tent, writing down in various documents. Cataloging his stock. Boring stuff. He stared at his Maces and Talons board, silently wishing someone would interrupt him so he could "torture" them with a few rounds of the game. Compiling a document on Eira was a bit more interesting, noting all the small things he noticed about her in addition to the deal they made.