#rifk

Fah’kiri would sort of fish mouth at the amount of gold that she’d won before trying to figure out what to do with it. I’ve always kind of figured that as a troll, she’s used to hunting for her food and that her clothing will either come as payment for healing or something else. Most likely she’d use some of it to buy labor and supplies to build a hut that was out of the way. Like the hut she’d had in Zul’Gurub when she’d lived there. Aside from that, she’d squirrel some of it away, give some to friends, then probably charity.

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Rifk would probably stare at all that money, put it in the bank, and either never use it or only use it when she couldn’t get a job. She’s a very simple woman. She likes her life the way it is now. As much as she can.

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Fah’kiri looks up at Muds and her ears flick as she thinks. “I would like to think so.” She answers quietly in Zandali. “I believe that there are some things that should not be repeated for others to hear and some things that should never be said aloud in the first place. Whether they are my words or another’s, it doesn’t matter. For the most part it isn’t my place to say.”

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Rifk laughs and pours some more booze for herself and Brown. “Shit, why’re you askin’ there? Got a body you need hidden eh? Or maybe you went and knocked up some poor girl.” With a shake of her head she just smiles. “Never in any place long enough ta hear most secrets. Same for lettin’ ‘em out ya know?” She shrugs. “Depends on the secret I guess.”

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(Okay. How the fuck do you kill something that’s already dead?)

Even from the first time that Zalmai met Rifk, the druid knew the orc was reckless and stubborn.

And even as the orc walked through the door as Zalmai shouted after her, that Rifk was going to get into yet another fight. She just didn’t expect it to be later that night. She was making her way back towards the Tail as the sun started to set. Just inside the door, there was a little bit of a scuffle.

Zalmai shook her head, and tried to shove her way through. Nobody budged. They were shouting, cheering, and encouraging the fight to go on. And then a crack. And then a thud. Zalmai had to stand on her tippytoes to see over the gathered crowd to see what was happening.

Sure enough, it was Rifk. In a fight. With a man much bigger than her.

And he had just run her through with his blade. Ripping it from side to side, the male snarled and spat. Again, the blade ran through her. The sharpened metal held the woman to the wall while his hand reached for her throat. Already the life was fading from Rifk’s eyes.

Rifk shrugs. Or she tries to, wincing a bit as the movement caused the deep axe wound that bit into her shoulder to move. As the druid worked around her, staunching all the bleedy bits that she’d gotten during her latest fight, Rifk truly did seem very calm. Almost unnaturally so.

"Did ya take aneht’ing befo’ ya fought?" Zalmai growled as she worked quickly.

"Tch. An’ fog me up? Fuck no. If I’m on anything, it messes me up. I like t’ feel their bones and body give way under my hits, beautiful. You should know that."

"Den ‘ow da fock’re joo so calm?!" The druid was pissed, baring teeth and everything. But her hands kept moving, glowing and healing with much practiced ease while her mouth and head were busy with the orc in front of her.

This time Rifk grew wise, shrugging her good shoulder. “Cause ‘m gonna die sometime, Peaches. What’s it matter if it’s now or in a few days or a month or years?”

That made Zalmai pause. She stood, bloody paws gripping either side of the warrior’s face as clear amber stared into muddy red. “Joo ain’ drunk.”

"I’m not drunk." Rifk confirmed, expression staying the same damned calm as before.

"T’ink ah like ya betta when ya are." She huffed before going back to work.

"Yeah." Rifk sighed, stretching as best as she could. "Most time I’d agree with ya." She said before falling silent, letting the angry, blue, furry person do all the work. Once she was done, Rifk stood and stretched fully, testing the new skin as she worked as many kinks out as she could.

"Thanks, Peaches. I owe ya." The warrior nodded before starting to leave, wobbling just a bit as the room spun around her.

"Fo’ fock’s sakes, jus’ sit down an’ rest! Isn’ like ya got aneh un else ta look afta ya!" As soon as the words left her mouth, Zalmai regretted them.

Rifk paused, lips half quirking up in a faint smile. “Be seein’ ya, Zally.” She said before she strode through the doorway.

Swearing under her breath in both Orcish and Zandali, Zalmai shoved her face out of the door. “An’ don’t joo fockin’ go lookin’ fo’ aneh figh’s o’ else ah’m gonna kick ya fockin’ ass!” She yelled after the orc.