Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140813185952/@comment-5583506-20140814132714

(Awesome posts @Zoor and @Miraak! They were both long and contained my cup of tea. I see I have taught you well, young padawans. xD Here comes a little strain on Varg's and Mara's relationship.)

The coast was beyond beautiful. The waves of the Inner Sea came roaring and smashing against the cliffs and seagulls were squawking in the breezes. Somewhere on the other side of the sea was Vvardenfell, but she doubted that the rest of the group had reached the island by this time.

The little coastal village didn't have a name, but it was bigger than the their last stop and by the looks of it the rest of the nation was actually aware that there were people living here since someone had sacrificed time to construct a dirt road leading off into the distance, probably to one of the bigger cities.

Nalilab tipped his hat to the side a little. "Farewell, outlanders", he said. "I will only stay here for a day or so and trade my cargo with the populace here in exchange for fish and mazte, before I will take the next ship to Vvardenfell. But I wish you all luck in the search for your friends."

Mara hugged him. "Good luck to yourself", she said and be careful on your journey.

He smiled. "Always am."

When the caravan disappeared somewhere among the houses and towards the docks Varg put a hand on her shoulder. "Listen, Mara. Uhm... whatever happened back there... between us. I just wanted to say that..."

"Please don't", said Mara and hushed him. "I... I t-think we should spend the rest of this day on our own, if you know what I mean. Take some time off from each other. It would be for the best. We can't let this thing happen between us, Varg."

A sad expression came over his face. "Oh? So that's the way you want it?" He sighed and then lowered his eyebrows, returning to his regular face of cold bitterness. "Alright then." He turned his back on her and stormed off. "Where do you want to meet up later? The market square? Fine, suits me too."

She wanted to say something, to say that she was sorry and that she would always consider him as a friend, but this would be for the best. You are lying again, she thought. You are lying about your feelings and he noticed.

She started to wander around the village. The economy of this small settlement depended on the fishing industries and trading escorts. The huts were thatched together and built from what looked like the hull of old shipwrecks and the piercing smell of tar of and seaweed weighed heavily upon the air.

A small inn named The Salted Gallows served as the village only place for entertainment and beverages, and right now she thought that she could really have use for a drink or two, something to dull her mind and feel better about herself. When she entered she was met with jolly cheering and people having brawls in the center of the inn. She payed no mind to that and sat down by an empty table for herself until a Dunmer barmaid took notice of her.

"Would my lady like something to eat or drink?"

"Do you have any mead?" asked Mara who used to the northern brews.

"We do have a crate left. Came all the way from Solstheim it did. Can't imagine who would willingly pour that stuff down their throats if you are asking me. No offense."

"None taken."

With the mead in place and with her frail body there was only so much a young woman like her could take before the room was practically spinning and she found herself talking to someone who wasn't there. It took a long time before she noticed someone across the room who had been observing her the whole time. It was a robed man, a handsome Breton, and he was coming over to her table.

"Why aren't you the prettiest little thing I have ever laid eyes on in my entire life?" he said seductively.

She blushed and tried to keep her head from swaying. "And after a few more of these, I will only get prettier."

He laughed and put the bottle away from her. "You look like you could need some way of helping you relax."

She raised her eyebrows and smiled. "You are not a little daring there, are you?"

He shrugged. "I only say what comes to my mind, my sweet. I am an honest man after all." He then leaned in towards her to stroke her wrist. "Would you like to come up to my room at the inn? There so many ways I could help you relax."

She giggled. "But I am relaxed."

"I could help to pleasure you then", he said abruptly.

''Am I thinking what he is thinking? It would be my first time and it would help me get my thoughts of Varg.'' She came closer to the robed man, close enough for a kiss. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but then noticed the man in the doorway.

"Varg?!" she expressed suddenly.

The robed man quickly turned towards the other Nord as soon as he heard the name of the culprit who dared to interrupt his courting.

Varg did not look the least happy. "So, this is your way of taking some time off from each other? Of all the people I have ever known I didn't expect this from you, Mara."

"You don't know me!" she slurred. "Go back and sleep in some street corner, you mangy mut!"

What the hell are you saying, Mara?! she thought to herself. ''This isn't you. You are drunk!''

She laughed and pounded her fist into the table repeatedly. "You should have seen this fellow here", she said to the Breton at her side. "He turned into a wolf in order to win a battle for his life. Have you ever heard something that stupid?!" She howled mockingly at Varg and finished her drink in one sweep.

"Indeed", said the Breton and sneered at the Nord in the doorway. "That does sound interesting."

Varg growled threatingly. "You know what, Mara? With the way you are acting now, you fucking deserve to be lonely forever." He then turned his back on her and disappeared out through the doorway. "I hope you find whatever happiness you are looking for, because I won't be here when you come out."

''No, don't go. I am drunk. Shut up, Mara! I don't mean anything of what I am saying! Come back, Varg! Come back! I love you!''

"Yes, go!" she laughed and raised her empty flagon to salute him. "Go and run with your tail between your leg like an obedient pup!"

"I think he has had enough", said the Breton calmly and carefully guided her raised hand back to the table. "Now about that proposition of mine..."

"Are you kidding me? Let's go!" she said and started dragging him towards the staircase. She then looked at him in confusion. "You know, you never told me your name."

"It's Simon", said the blue robed man. "Simon the Blue..."

(Dun Dun DUUUN!)