Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140829030614/@comment-11457306-20140830034146

(You mean like pissing on a tree trunk, Maxi?)

(You called him over, Shille.)

"I need to get something warmer to wear, Rheah," said Brihanna when she had reached the bread sopping stage.

"You need more than that, girl.  You need armor.  Real armor, not that leather and wool crap.  No protection there.  Although the gloves are handy." She picked up one of them where Brih had laid it on the table and examined the silver tips. "How many throats have you slashed with these?"

Brihanna smiled. She liked the big woman. She said what she meant and she meant what she said. She pulled no punches. You always knew where you stood with Rhiannon. "None.  But several men will wear the scars I gave them for the rest of their days."

"Good for you."

"I'd settle for a warm cloak right now.  Prolly all we can get in this ruin of a village."

"Soon as the shop opens, we'll go see about it."

"Thanks Reah."

"Don't mention it." Then Rhiannon looked around. "Where's that Rope?"

"Under my tunic.  She stays out of sight when we're in public.  She knows people don't like to see her move."

"She knows?"

"Yes.  She knows."