#thorock stoneforge

It was far too early in the morning for this. Especially with the drinking that had taken place last night. Tyjit stood solitary across two masked figures, her short sword the only thing in between her and their daggers. Her partner was nowhere to be seen, but there weren’t any signs of a struggle so she hoped that he was at least far enough away that he would be safe. Despite his promises of vast experience with, in his words, “axe-related ventures” Tyjit somehow still didn’t trust his tone. Something about the way dwarves spoke made it hard for her to believe their words. Not that she was an especially trustworthy type either.

The figures in front of her already held her bag and her bow, among a few other sacks of what Tyjit could only assume was more loot from other travelers. Blinking heavily, she ran through her thought process one more time.

She was hungover. The throbbing ache in her skull could at least confirm that. The two in front of her were armed, but doing nothing. Likely amateurs. A dazed, drowsy opponent wakes up and falls over. They stop moving like they saw a bear. If they wanted to hurt her they would have attacked. If they didn’t want to hurt her they would have run with what they had. Must not be used to someone waking up. Under a normal circumstance she would have no issue fighting. She didn’t exactly trust her body right now, though. There was going to be-

Her thought was cut off by the sound of rushing air as an axe flew through the air and struck one of the thieves in their head with the blunt end, sending them and their items sprawling across the campsite. As the other was distracted Tyjit stumbled over and smashed the blunt end of her short sword into their head, the two crashing to the ground together. Slowly rising, Tyjit turned to identify the owner of the axe and- she quickly moved a hand  to block her peripheral view.

By the gods, Thorock was nude.

“Thorock, where the FUCK are your pants.” Tyjit said, her eyes closed in an attempt to forget.

“I do not wear clothes when I sleep, they make me too warm during the night.” He said, crouching down to begin going through the theives’ bags.

“Thorock, PLEASE.”

FIN