ArcticFox
Dreamer
"Thank you, miss Penrose." Nerith once again bowed gratefully. The two of them walked out into the main hallway where twenty men and women stood at attention. They were all equipped in leather armor and carried longbows that were much bigger that the ones Yranta infantry used. They stood in two lines, backs straight, weapons slung, looking at Nerith for command. Nerith only nodded at them and the elves stood even more sharply.
"These are my men, miss." He said, gesturing at the elves who saluted in a uniform motion. One had to be impressed at their discipline. "Comrades, meet miss Penrose. We will be staying at her home tonight." The elves all shouted something, but Anna did not understand them. "Those are elvish words." Nerith said noting her confusion. "They are expressing you their gratitude."
"There is no need." Anna said wit ha slight smile. "Thank you all for coming. My staff will show you to your rooms and them prepare dinner."
An hour later the dining room was more crowded than ever. It reminded her of a time when her parents held parties for Councilors and their families and other nobles. But now, instead of the stuck up nobles in powdered wigs and tight suits, rowdy dark elves sat in those chairs. They were a sight. As Nerith dismissed them they started acting less like soldiers and more like children in an unknown place. They looked at the food that was brought toward with suspicion, prodding their roast beef with knives like it migth spring up at them at any moment. Some of them drank far too much wine already and were slurring their words, talking in elven, with their eyes half closed. Nerith watched all that with an apologetic smile.
"I am sorry for this, miss." He said to Anna. "My men are disciplined when it comes to war, but they are still very... raw. I will make them behave if they let themselves go too much." He assured her.
"Demons." Nate muttered under his breath. He was sitting on Anna's right, while Nerith was on his left, and he glared at the elves with utmost distrust. He was not rude to them, but he also did not try to strike up a conversation. It seemed that superstition had deep roots inside him.
- Talk to Nate.
- Talk to Nerith.
- Do something else.
"These are my men, miss." He said, gesturing at the elves who saluted in a uniform motion. One had to be impressed at their discipline. "Comrades, meet miss Penrose. We will be staying at her home tonight." The elves all shouted something, but Anna did not understand them. "Those are elvish words." Nerith said noting her confusion. "They are expressing you their gratitude."
"There is no need." Anna said wit ha slight smile. "Thank you all for coming. My staff will show you to your rooms and them prepare dinner."
An hour later the dining room was more crowded than ever. It reminded her of a time when her parents held parties for Councilors and their families and other nobles. But now, instead of the stuck up nobles in powdered wigs and tight suits, rowdy dark elves sat in those chairs. They were a sight. As Nerith dismissed them they started acting less like soldiers and more like children in an unknown place. They looked at the food that was brought toward with suspicion, prodding their roast beef with knives like it migth spring up at them at any moment. Some of them drank far too much wine already and were slurring their words, talking in elven, with their eyes half closed. Nerith watched all that with an apologetic smile.
"I am sorry for this, miss." He said to Anna. "My men are disciplined when it comes to war, but they are still very... raw. I will make them behave if they let themselves go too much." He assured her.
"Demons." Nate muttered under his breath. He was sitting on Anna's right, while Nerith was on his left, and he glared at the elves with utmost distrust. He was not rude to them, but he also did not try to strike up a conversation. It seemed that superstition had deep roots inside him.
- Talk to Nate.
- Talk to Nerith.
- Do something else.