The Hamlet Streets

[Bloodtrailkiller]

/Sicherlein/

"Oh. Thank you."
The words came out from clenched teeth as she gingerly accepted the charity with what little restraint she had. Though her brows betrayed any kindness as they furrowed and she squinted at Meriwether as if he were daft.

"I will... Take this." She narrated herself as she slowly slipped the pouch of gold into her satchel.
"But I really must receive the reward; there are others expecting money, and I'd promised to have it sooner rather than later." Sicherlein quickly spat, some of her frustration venting out in the white lie.
"It was a thousand gold, at least, to pay them off... I'd fought through piss, shit, and pigs to get here so... please spare a quick word with the Heir-- to at least deliver the gold to me when I go bathe? Or have it ready or something."

[Vanitypirate]

Meriwether's face flushed at the thought of walking in on the woman in the bath.
He averted his eyes, as if she were in the nude now.

"H-hm... I think you might be finished by the time I'm off my post."

The details in the cobblestone were apparently astounding.

"You could get some of your other friends to collect the reward?"

[Bloodtrailkiller]

/Sicherlein/

"I would not be standing here if I got my friends to collect the reward now would I?" She suddenly poised with some vehement frustration, shaking her head and sending her blonde hair to and fro, the gambeson padding flaring out a bit as she brought her gloved hand up to pull her hat down a bit with a groan and a cough.
"Aaagh, can you not just send a message to the Heir?" She exclaimed, exasperated as she turned on her heel and made to walk away before huffing and turning back to Meriwether.

Sicherlein's distaste for the situation was plain in the bitter smile she happily wore on her face,
"You really are useless aren't you." She hissed under her breath as she squinted at him, as if her eyes could make him change his mind. With a another curt huff she turned around and sighed, cooling off as she marched off and away from the Heir's House, heading towards the Abbey to tend to herself with a bath.
Perhaps it would be enough to clear her mind, though the prospect of bathing in such a borish and public locale was hardly an entertaining thought. The more she dwelled the more she hated the idea...

[Vanitypirate]

Meriwether found his sympathy for Sicherlein waning.
He stayed silent as she spat the insult, scratching awkwardly at the back of his neck.

She was a bit rude, but at least he could consider himself more awake now.

The guardling kept his gaze forward, now, as she walked off, making himself alert.

[Bloodtrailkiller]

/Sicherlein/

Her mouth tasted sour, and she couldn't help but let it show in some cathartic manner as she made it to the statue in the center of the courtyard before pausing, looking one last time to the bushes where Libourg had trundled off down and into; it passed her mind to save the coin and join him but... She doubted whatever water hole the metal dog got into would be any better than the stuffy prospect of a bath-house in the Abbey.

Monks were a dignified sort, she supposed, surely they'd some means to cover oneself up.

It was a small hope she clung onto as she crossed her arms over her chest, stowing her arms into her pits as she trudged on and up the Abbey steps at last, breaking into a light jog as she made to brusquely barge into the Abbey...

\Sicherlein transitions to The Abbey\

[black379]

[from The Guild Hall]

Courcy walked with long strides to stretch out her legs. She ached more than she had thought and she began to notice the soreness in her wrists and elbows. She didn't get a good look at the scratches from the fish-fiend's claws, but they had felt like deep wounds as they were inflicted. The best she could do was hope to heal quickly enough, and relax in her downtime.

The hellion caught a strong scent as she neared the abbey, and it might have been one more deterrent and reason for her to find a pond to wash in instead. But Lekalis' bathhouse was more suited to treat herself in. She sauntered up to a familiar figure, the source of the heady smell.

"You're George's friend, aren't you?"

[relentless]

/Duval/
Duvals head lazily fell to one side as he was addressed by Courcy, eyes half lid and expression blank as he stared, before yawning and turning his head back to look at the sky.

"Aye. I am. Best buds through and through I'd say!"
He supported her statement cheerfully, putting the rollup in his mouth, inhaling, then inhaling more once the roll up was out to get the smoke in his lungs before he blew it out, coughing dryly.

"Duval. And you're Courcy. So! Are you his friend?"
Duval let out a brief, humoured chuckle, glancing at her briefly before his eyes returned to the sky. His composure remained pale even still, and his other hand hidden from view by his side shook faintly.
"Or should I get my scripture out and sing kum-by-yah?"
Duval jested sharply, readjusting himself on his overcoat.

[relentless]

/Libourg/
And so, the knight had cleaned the majority of his armaments, mace and sword included, with the rivers blessing. At the moment, he was knelt over the river and throwing water onto his face and hair, the coldness of the water was welcome, gracing his face and making him feel more awake. Eventually, the knight stood, drying off the bottom of his cleaned sabatons with the handkerchief held tight along the underside, with hands gripping the cloth on either side as he pulled it from left to right for sufficient cleaning. By the time Libourg was done, the handkerchief was frayed and partially torn, hopefully he could get a new one with the gold they would earn.

Speaking of which... where was Sicherlein with the bounty?

His suspicions were roused once again, a veil of distrust being cast between him and those that had followed him in their pursuit of survivors. All they had found was child, who was half dead. Whilst Celeste was no where to be found...

Libourg could only think of buying flowers for her grave as he held his visored barbute under his armpit, with his other plated gauntlet rest by his side as he strode out from the dark thickets, a partial glint of common steel glowed as he ventured his way back onto the path; his longsword sheathed and held by his left side. As he strode forward, he caught sight of Meriweather poised just ahead near the Heirs manor, raising a hand toward the man to hail him.
"Where's the pay?"
Libourg accused in a partially bland, almost bored manner. Though his eyes were steeled, and held an oppressive look, his posture straight as he bored toward him.
"Has she taken it? Don't stand there blindly, boy."
Libourg posed another accusation to Meriweather, his hand gripping the top of his pommel tight as he squinted at him.

[Vanitypirate]

Meriwether watched the man boredly as he approached, but the hand on his sword triggered some alarm in the guardling.

"Ser, I have no clue what you're talking about."
His eyes flickered between Libourg's eyes and the sword; consequently, he took a cautious step back and let his hand grip the hilt of his own sword.

The other hand readied two fingers for a whistle, as to alert the other guards within the manor in the event of an attack.
"But... don't you draw that sword, ser! You're making me nervous."

[relentless]

Libourg hissed under his breath, looking around for a moment before he stubbornly slammed the sword back into his scabbard, before he crossed his arms and looked the boy over, before settling on his face.
"Sicherlein, has she taken the gold for herself or nay? Don't play games with me, Churl; I've stuck my neck out on a hunch just to save a child that's almost half dead."
Libourg spat, his tone disrespectful, and partially hostile. Though for the sake of not wanting the guard up his rear, he took a step back, and took his intimidating look away.

"Did Sicherlein collect the pay, or not?"

[Vanitypirate]

Meriwether's expression grew pained; even after Sicherlein had left, he still had to manage her errands in her wake.
He wondered why he ever tried to be helpful.

"That's none of my business, ser." He decided to cleanly separate himself from whatever Sicherlein inadvertently involved him in. "You'll have to take it up with the lady herself."

[relentless]

Libourg sighed with immense annoyance, pinching his brow before running his hand down his wet face.
"You've got to be-"
Libourg threw his arm up in the air to properly voice his complaint, an open palm moved toward the Heirs manor.
"Can I not speak with the Heir about the pain? Regarding four individuals?"
Libourg persisted, his hand reaching down to scratch at his thigh as he let out a hissing curse.
"Bloody dirty foreigner cursed me with this maleficent stain..."
He hissed, rubbing at the underside of his plate leggings to rub the chainmail and gamberson against his rash, clearly proving to be an annoyance for Libourg.

[Vanitypirate]

By the Flame, is this man sick, too?

Meriwether's lip curled into a grimace as he watched the man scratch and complain, making a note to be wary of all who trundled off through the Warrens.
Another mental note to ask for a raise later, too.

"Er..." He was almost afraid to ask. "...What 'stain,' sir?"

[relentless]

Libourg patted his chainmail down and made to straighten up again, brushing his fingers down his cuirass.
"A fiendish Arab gave me an irritating rash on my thigh. Tis' not for much concern as much as Sicherleins hacking cough. That bastard will strike us all down with the plague before we know it. Though, the area has been cleaned... so hopefully it doesn't become much of a concern."
Libourg sniffed the air, and looked onto him again with the same rejectful look about him.
"Why do you ask?"

[Vanitypirate]

"Ah... well, I can't let anyone sick in to see the Heir! He's a very important man."
Meriwether grew fearful and took another step back away from the man, in the event that this 'stain' was contagious.

"You should really get that seen by a physician..."