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Brynjolf stopped grinning. "I thought it may help." He shrugged. "If you do not come with me willingly I will take you to my land with force, as much as you may not like it." (It's ok) @Yngwie Schutz

"Didn't threaten, haven't killed yet. And I am Brynjolf. What is your name?" He asked. "I am not joking. I am serious." He gave a small attempt of a grin. @Yngwie Schutz

"I will not leave until you agree." He said, plopping himself on the floor with his shield in front of him in case she tried to attack again. @Yngwie Schutz

"I would like to take you as my wife." He concluded with a nod, his face showing some expression now. But it was hard to tell what emotion. @Yngwie Schutz

"But there is." He said, a serious expression on his face. "There's you." There was no creepy smirk or weird smile that crept on his face. It remained its emotionless and blank. @Yngwie Schutz

Brynjolf let her go as soon as she dropped the knife. Sheathing his axe and putting his shield up. "There. You have been let go." @Yngwie Schutz

Brynjolf struggled to keep a firm hold on her, "Drop the knife and I will let you go." He said in very choppy Common. He had a firm stance and planned on keeping it, but it was breaking.

Brynjolf was expecting this sort of behavior, quickly he ducked to the right, his hand shooting up and grabbed her wrist as he moved behind her. He tried his best to speak in common. "Please, calm down." Although it came out a whole lot worse.

Brynjolf entered the home, the young Viking looking over the home and finding her. As soon as he saw her he knew, she had to be his. He raised his shield but lowered his axe, putting it up as he approached her slowly. He was curious about her either way. She hadn't left the home or fled when she...

The annual raid, one of the Vikings' most favored days. Raiding season was upon them, and the Vikings' steel upon the village. Brynjolf was bashing in doors, the man searching them and taking what he thought was valuable. He put many things into a rucksack and continued on. Upon finding another...

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"Alright then. Wasn't plannin' on it. And sweet tea's the best. Now how do we get to know each other better without it being.. well... boring. Just askin' questions is kinda borin' if it's just that." @NViouz_DVationz

"Well what do ya have in mind?" The Satyr asks, confudeled.  @NViouz_DVationz ((Pls @ me because for some reason my notifications won't work unless you do. Tanks.))

"Ok. Good to know. I'm Oliver Thorn, I like to drink a glass of good wine every now and then, I live on the outskirts of the Satyr villages and I can shapeshift." He had introduced some of the things he thought was important.  "As for the couple thing I think I can do that. Something's you...

"Ok, so we have 6 months at the most to figure this out. And you ask me everything you need to know for your plan." @NViouz_DVationz

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He was terrified, even though he was holding the spear and was bigger, he felt like she was a giant with claws like a lion's.  "S-so, pretty much the same as yer's just that there's other laws. Like how ya can' hurt another's mate even if the are human. You can also try to prove yourself...

The older Satyr kept grumbling at her and continuing off. Oliver however folded his hands and turned to her.  "So we need to fake a pregnancy or somethin'. Because I jus' told 'me that we are mates pretty much. If yer angry, I understand Lucia but at this point lyin' about this puts both of...

"Satyr Law, Section A law 31." Oliver recited, the Older Satyr's eyes grew wide a bit of a furious look began to form.  "You did what?!"  "No' against the law. It's allowed perfectly." "I know but with a human?! Couldn't settle with yer own kind?!"  "She's nice, besides yeh thin' the...

Two voices emitted from the grove, one belonging to the Satyr from before, Oliver. And the other belonging to a older more raspy voice. One suddenly shushed the other,  "Quiet! What was that?" It was the raspy older one.  "Probably nothin', just ignore it. Yer ears are playin' tricks on ya...