#nott thread

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“Caleb?”

Nott waited to his snoring, to let her know he was asleep and her request could be denied before she had the chance to ask it. But she looked up, and his blue eyes were looking at her, tired but expectant of her continued question.

She just missed it. It has been months. She took a deep breath. She sat up. She cared for Caleb, deeply, as a friend. Yes, she loved him. And maybe he needed this too. But she was thinking of Yeza and how much she missed him. Him and Luc. And they were out of booze. Her hands shook and her throat burned and tightened.

"Do you honestly think that now is the right time for this conversation?"

"Well, it's not like we're doing anything else..." Nott mused, looking at their surroundings. There's wasn't much to help out with freeing themselves from the iron chains and shackles they had found themselves in. Nott wondered if this was an Iron Shepard situation, but knew Caleb was probably thinking the same thing... But that wasn't what she really wanted to talk about.

She was fairly certain, if that's what this was... she wasn't going to make it out alive.

"That stick you stole. It was not a cane. It was my staff and I w̲̮̮̖ḁ̭͙̣̣́n̦̩͚t͇̦̗ ͞í͔̬͎͎t̨̞̪̮ ͈b̹̠̺a̮̣̘̞̰̙̩c͚͖̣̰͖̭͚k͟." (from @shame-of-the-eladrin , to Nott)

“Oh. Well...” Nott gave a toothy grin, hoping to avoid whatever terrible magic this angry elf might do. They looked elvish. But... even more so. Maybe they were part goblin. Nott wasn’t sure she’d seen ears that long on an elf before...

@herzessen sent... 

"You did take a man's finger..." for nott ahsgdhjgndjh

[ from Spellcheck DND starter sentences ]

“Well...” Nott gave a slightly nervous toothy smile and shrugged her little shoulders. “He wasn’t using it...? I need it... for... Not for a snack or anything...”

@walkerofwastes​ sent for Nott...

"We musn't lurk in doorways. It's rude."

"Listen, Caleb, I stole this for you. I think it's magical but I really don't know. It was stupid expensive, so if nothing else..." Nott gave a nervous chuckle and reached into her pocket, pulling out a gold chained necklace with six red stones. She hadn't gotten the chance to even read the card that had been in front of it. But the price made her stomach drop upon snatching it. If she had gotten caught.... but she wouldn't. And they needed money and power. And drink. That was the most important.

“Uhhhhhh,” Nott made the usual groaning sound she made when scared or frustrated. She tried to make it sound casual but it came out very very tired. She didn’t notice she was swaying on her feet and for some reason had an imagine of two handsome men, the better looking one showing a board to the other, the other collapsing dramatically on the table he sat at.

“I was just... I needed a minute, Jessy. Don’t worry about me.” 

Nott gave a toothy smile and gave a shrug. She took another swig from the flask in her hands.

“Sorry if I slipped out. Sometimes, you know, I guess I’m sneaky without knowing it.”