The Hamlet Streets

[relentless]

Libourg stopped momentarily in his armour changing as the conversation started, glancing up at her briefly, before he took off the plate legging entirely and set it down on the stone base, looking more like a slug as he drooped and waggled about.
"-Well, almost got killed by one of the members of the search party, and... apparently Celeste's alive. Don't really... know what to make of it, if I'm honest."
Libourg sighed in defeat as he stooped up his more flexible leg, and began to take apart the small straps that held the chainmail in place. For a moment, he paused, and looked back up at Tilly, noticing her awkwardness and uncomfortable smile with a grimace.
"...Sorry for what I said before, I didn't really think of what I was saying, and it made me look a bit silly..."
Libourg mentioned briefly as he flashed a quirky smile at Tilly, before he huffed in annoyance yet again at the rash.
"I got a rash. Pretty annoying."
He explained with another huff and puff, before he chuckled and looked up at her with a smile.
"Sorry for giving you it- Joking, joking... if anyone deserves a rash, it'll be me for saying those silly things."
He jested quickly as it came and went by, looking back to his the medical bag where the herbal bandage lay.

[Vanitypirate]

"Er, yeah... Florence found 'er, I'd heard."
Tilly's brows rose as he seemed to undress-- if only just the armor-- in the middle of the square.

He'd joked, she knew it, but there was still some lingering doubt.

She chuckled nervously, and her fingers dabbed gingerly at her face, the only skin that she was showing, aside from the fingers themselves.
"Does it... does it look like you've given me a rash?"

[relentless]

Libourg gave out a more heart felt chuckle, her nervous behavior about the rash joke warmed his soul, pushing through his afflicted state if only for a few seconds.
"Ha, no Tilly, you still have the same fairness to you as you always have, believe me."
Libourg chuckled loosely as he watched her poke at her own face. The man pulled up his chainmail that remained partly attached to his leg, revealing an encasement of Gamberson, the last hurdle to bind his rash.
"Damn Gamberson-, apologies, I've found little rest ever since we trekked through the Warrens in our search for Celeste... we found a boy, barely alive but we got him back. I fell in some pink sludge after being pushed down a tunnel unwillingly, tis probably the cause of this."
Libourg explained with ache in his voice as the urge to itch at his thigh grew greater as time went on, before he looked up at Tilly to note her expression, before he looked back down to focus on bandaging his rash.

"I hope you are all well and good?"
Libourg asked, not taking his eyes off as he undid the straps on his left set of gamberson padding. Beneath that, there would be his silk pants that he wore, and all he would have to do is roll the leg sleeve up, and tie the bandage on tight before putting his leg armor back on the separate leg.

[Vanitypirate]

"Ah... the famous 'pink sludge'. That'll do it."
Tilly grimaced, and made to only steal small glances at the leg he was tending to solely out of morbid curiosity.
She still maintained a hygienically wide berth, herself, however, lest she risk developing the same rash from which Libourg was suffering.

"I'm well. Glad you've made it out safe with the boy in tact."

Caught more-or-less with his pants down, Tilly supposed this was the safest time she could bring a heavily-armed warrior news he might find unpleasant.

"I'm getting married in a fortnight; you oughta come. It'll be great fun."

[relentless]

Libourg remained still for a moment, he had stopped taking off the straps of his gamberson, stopped moving, blinking, hell even breathing for a few seconds.

Course I had to go ahead and play myself...
Libourg thought to himself in his head, huffing heavily as he looked up at Tilly.
"A... wedding? Surely I wasn't down there for that long, right? Who's it with?"
He asked, curious and shocked at the same time. His expression was one of confusion as he looked on at Tilly, before he scoffed.
"It better not be today, as you can see I'm not... in my proper garments."
He half heartedly jested with an awkward chuckle, though paranoia became whole once again as he thought his words were true. He was right about things getting worse, in terms of complication, but surely he couldn't be wrong now... right?

[Vanitypirate]

"I said 'in a fortnight.' Relax; you'll have plenty of time to get your trousers back on." Teased Tilly with a tight-lipped smile.
If he started to cry, too, along with Courcy, Tilly resigned to simply elope and save the hassle.

"Lekalis Fanuschrat. The fellow with the red cloak, owns the bathhouse." She jerked a thumb in the direction of the abbey. "Lovely man."

She consciously warmed her smile with the intent of spreading some modicum of joy and cheer.

"Be there, won't you? We hardly ever get an excuse to wear our best boots and part out hair nicely. Summer's coming close, so it'll be nice and warm out."

[relentless]

Libourg let out a sigh of relief, leaning back on the stone base with the Ancestor looming overhead, taking a breather.
"The red cloaked man? A fine choice, Tilly."
Libourg remarked with a chuckle, before he leaned forward to finally undo his gamberson padding. Now he was rolling up his pant sleeve, to where the red blush of the rash remained. With a grimace, he reached into his pouch and withdrew the herbal bandage which smelled quite tangy, and rich. With a grimace, the crusader set about binding the bandage in place.
"Oh I will, have no fear. Though I won't be attending with Celeste, sadly. Recent events have left us... apart."
Libourg explained briefly with a minor pout, though he soon lightened up for the sake of appearances. His eyes skirted down to her hip, noticing a certain scabbard. He waggled a finger at the weapon, before he continued to a knot around the area.
"I take it you're a slayer of kings and of warlords, hm?"
Libourg noted, finishing the knot with deft speed before he picked his gamberson padding back up again, and began tying it back on whilst maintaining eye contact with the blade.

[Vanitypirate]

Tilly's brows knit and she cocked her head to one side, puzzled.
"Recent events as in... her being spirited on away into the tunnels?"

She made a mental note to ask Celeste about it when the time came.

Instead, she patted the hilt of the sword hang out of her bag with a little smile.
"Kings? Warlords? T'is childsplay." She grinned with mock-bravado.

"Much more interesting to go off and cut down a few monsters, don't you think?"

[relentless]

Libourg sighed, leaving his gamberson padding mostly strapped on, bracing his hands against the stone base, staring down at the mud with mild distaste.
"...She... she doesn't seem to trust me anymore. I don't know anymore than you do, I just got back, so yeah."
Libourg bit the comment off, and smiled at her despite the bitterness of the words as he nodded at her blade.
"A longsword? Or perhaps a bastard sword? I've used blades for a good bit of my life, but I can't tell the make from just the pommel."
Libourg noted with another nod, before he looked back down for a moment to tighten his padding.

[Vanitypirate]

"Oh, it's... eh..."
Tilly rose her elbow and shifted the satchel forward so that she might draw out the sword from its makeshift sheathe: a light-grey, fur cloak that had been rolled up around the blade.
The sword slid neatly out of it, and the motion brought forth a plume of dust from the cloak that, if inhaled, might make one feel a touch drowsy.

She held it loosely, like Lekalis had told her. It was still much lighter than she'd always anticipated.
While she'd known swords to be called a variety of different names, she hadn't the knowledge, herself, to label any of them.

"...Not very short, is it?"

[relentless]

Libourg looked up, and opened his eyes more as the blade was revealed. He looked it over, pouting in an impressed manner.
"My, that is indeed a blade. A longsword, judging from the obvious length and girth of the blade itself..."
Libourg astutely noted, giving a tight pull on the last strap on his chain mail legging.
"Are you training for a duel to win your lovers hand? How chivalrous. Perhaps him or I cold teach you something, half sword in, mordhau grip or perhaps even to work on your footwork...- Oh,sorry... got ahead of myself."
The knight excuses himself, leaning over to lift up his plate legging, rattling as he picked it up.
"But it is indeed a fine blade, it looks good on you! Gives you a stance of authority."

[Bloodtrailkiller]

/Lekalis/

It had been a slow yet... blurry morning.
To which he owed much of the grogginess to a subtle fog of lingering wine... He prayed all morning not to have a hangover, yet as he'd dumped out the remains of Tilly's vomit from a bucket, he found himself dragging his feet more and more as a headache brewed like a summer storm in his mind.
"Bother..." He mumbled to himself as he'd made to clean the bucket as well; a time he reflected on more out of desperation to prove he'd done it at all, than to reminisce on a lovely time.

For true, as he ambled across the yard, past the Heir's statue, he felt his mind clearing up; though his brow was still knitted down and he occasionally squeezed his eyes to protect himself from the blinding-not-blinding light of the grey-day sun.
With a yawn smelling faintly of wine, he brought a hand up to his brow to protect his eyes as he scrunched his shoulders up so that the collar more effectively protected his flanks. Like a long red turtle, he supposed with a small smile.

Though from his periphery, he spied a blade being drawn at the blacksmith. While no inherently foul feat unto itself, he had a keen eye for blades that'd gone to skewer him, Roderick's blade glimmered still with malign intent... He couldn't deny the lunacy of thinking a blade had a mind unto itself, yet he was certain that steel wanted to be slick with his blood still.
It made his smile vanish as he slowed and walked closer to the blade, a bit reassured knowing it was Tilly who wielded it; partly from the tall crown upon her scalp. Though he didn't wholly recognize the other at the moment, familiar build and stature, but his mind could split neither hair nor hide on the matter.

He stopped at last, a fair distance away from the troupe, and raised his hand to them;
"Hello! Tilly and... Friend." He assumed, motioning to the other as he brought the hand down to rest the wrist loosely between the grip of his falchion and his waist.
Some four odd meters away, he assumed to step closer again, before pausing, remembering his duties; he jerked his head to his leftern flank;
"I'm headed to the Schwarz family. Folk who'd seen us off before the expedition?" He explained to Tilly, nodding to her for a moment before offering a small smile to them both, then rose his hand to wave halfwise at the man again.

"You thinking on passing the sword on?" He proposed with a risen brow and a bit of terseness in his tone.

[Vanitypirate]

Tilly watched the blade and waggled it a hair back and forth. She'd never attempted it until now.
She would agree that it was rather long for a sword: she'd call it a longsword, too.

"I'm not looking to duel much anymore, sadly. I've had enough fighting to last me three lifetimes."

Her expression brightened when she spied the approach of Lekalis. She drew a hand out of a coat pocket and waved it with due enthusiasm.
"Oh, nothing to worry over-- I'm just showing off!" She grinned with some pride and tipped her hat back.

"You ought to take me along with you to the Schwarzes, really; I never got to meet them proper."

[relentless]

"Ah, is this your soon-to-be husband? How delightful."
Libourg said as he nodded toward Lekalis, bowing his head in a manner of respect.
"I'm not sure if you remember me, sir, names Libourg Tundel. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
Libourg greeted him with a manner of respect, before he gave his plate legging a shove, and he was fit to move again. Letting out a comfortable sigh, Libourg was glad that the rash's effects were subsiding.

"The Schwarz family? I believe they lost a son or two when the raiding party struck? An unfortunate turn of events, indeed..."
Libourg noted idly, before he looked to his side where his own longsword lay, and he unclipped it from his side.
"But yes! If you must be off, I won't keep you two. I'll be sure to send a message out to the remnants of my family to bring a barrel of wine, if it's even possible that is..."
Libourg stated, leaning back against the Stathe as graced his hand over the scabbard of his own longsword, heavier and grittier. It had seen better days, scratches from all manner of weapons graced the metal, though the hand guard and pommel kept it's former glory from way back.

[Bloodtrailkiller]

/Lekalis/

Libourg?, The name ran through Lekalis' mind like a stone in a river. His mouth formed a hard line, not rightly out of any distaste but out of sheer concentration as he squinted at the man and nodded,
"Aye." He said stiffly, slowly, before clearing his throat and nodding; his features relaxed as he took in a breath and made to push back some stray strands of inkish hair as he realized he might not be at his best to be presented as a 'soon-to-be husband'.
It wasn't the same as being called 'Lord', but it'd do.

"Ah, I am-- Yes, to be..." He chuckled and rose a hand, as if to slow down some unseen bull as he looked to Tilly, then Libourg with a more comfortable smile. Talking was helping clear up the smallish headache, but listening was a bit difficult still.
"... We're to be wed soon." He more said to himself than anyone as he sighed, smoothing out his cloak.

"Just thought to say a bit of a hello." He explained as he gave a nod to both of them, letting his arms wrap loosely around his waist as he shrugged,
"If the Schwarz lost someone, it certainly didn't show... They were having a grand time after the raid." He nodded with a bit of cheer, his teeth bared for a moment as he chuckled,
"That's the proper way to mourn, if you ask me. Lingering on death's just awful." he quirked his smile to one side in an offhand smirk as he looked to Tilly with a squint.

"At anyrate, the Schwarz aren't going anywhere quick... If you've business here, I can always take you later?" He shrugged, looking down to Libourg, his brows raising suddenly,
"Oh, and good tides, Ser Libourg Tundel; likewise a pleasure." He recited pleasantries quickly, giving the man a quick bow of the brow and a two-finger salute.
"Lekalis Fanuschrat, first of his name..." He paused, his smirk widened for a bit as he straightened up and glanced to Tilly, then Libourg,
"... Lord of the soon to be Bath and Board, behind the Tavern."