Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141030025235/@comment-12599067-20141101071321

Enda Kenny wrote: (@Kenyon; I think I know who the companion is but I forget the name. Know what it begins with though.) (I know his name, but I'll stay silent unless Kenyon has no qualms with me revealing it. I can tell you that it isn't Volarano, though, unless Breldon is secretly Eirik.)

(So I'm finally back, all. Unfortunately, I probably won't be around much tomorrow or Sunday either, which is going to suck.)

As the mercenaries had all snatched up their money and promptly headed off to the market gather supplies with little idea of where they were going or without asking how they had planned to find Novo, Veranwen had shot Ranwulf another dubious look, which Ranwulf decided not to ignore this time.

"Ver, they're all armed to the teeth, and those who aren't are surely just mages or wizards. They'll be good enough for the job," Ranwulf assured her.

Veranwen folded her arms in response.

"Okay, so one's weaponless and dressed in commoner's clothes, one's a drunken idiot--," here Veranwen cocked an eyebrow, as whenever Ranwulf went missing, she could usually find him by listening to hear which drunk was singing the loudest, " --and another's just an asshole. But at least three others are well-armed and seem like good people to me."

Veranwen simply raised her eyebrow a little higher.

"C'mon, lass, you gotta trust me on this," Ranwulf pleaded, trying for his best winning smile, which was surprisingly effective when combined with his almost startingly blue eyes and his self-proclaimed 'charming voice'. Unfortunately, Veranwen seemed unconvinced.

"I'll go watch them and make sure they don't run off with our money," he offered. Veranwen considered for a moment, then shifted her shoulders in a silent sigh and nodded. "Great! Meet you by the gate in about half an hour!" he called out over his shoulder as he flung himself out the door, not allowing her a chance to reconsider.

Veranwen shook her head and rose to gather her papers, but she couldn't help but grin at Ranwulf's antics. He was most certainly in a class of his own, on and off the battlefield.