06-30-2014, 09:51 PM
Ahh... feels good to breathe in that fresh mountain air again.
This and similar thoughts soothed Barry's mind as he marched with the motley crew of smugglers through the Taliver Mountains. Sure, he knew about the bristling bandit activity. And yeah, he was probably not among the best of fighters - why else would a random group of strangers offer so much money for the assistance of a man like himself? - but there was no good that came of pensiveness. Right now, he attempted to make the most of his first trip into the mainland in quite some time.
"Alright, it looks like the road ahead is clear, for now." Barry picked his head up at the sound of Cherise's voice just ahead of him. "Barring any landslides, flash floods, bandits, or other fun party games, we should be up and over that little bump there and out of sight of Ostia by nightfall, something that would help me sleep easier if I knew what sleeping easy felt like."
Barry said nothing. She liked to talk, so he had learned to tune out the unimportant bits of her speech and focus only on the parts that concerned him or their objective.
"Bor, Bear, stick with me. I'm a growing woman, and I have urges, like the urge to not die immediately."
Barry gave a hearty laugh and clapped his hands together. "O'course, lass! No one'll cut yer purse with a bear in tow."
She didn't appear to be listening to him; she was too busy giving orders to everyone else. Must really be worried about that there loot, Barry thought. He had no idea what it was, but with the amount of gold he was promised for seeing it safely to Bern, the only think stuck on his mind was the things he would spend it on when he got back to Badon. Things like ale. And steak and eggs. And maybe some company, too...
The sound of a wyvern swooping past them jogged Barry's mind back to reality. He involuntarily cracked his knuckles and re-strapped his armguards to make sure they were tight. Small talk persisted amongst the crew as they continued along the mountain trail.
He turned to the man walking next to him, a young, long-haired fellow named Bor. He was just as tall as Barry, which was impressive in itself. Made Barry wonder why they needed him when they already had this guy around. Bor had been notably quiet for most of the trip thus far. Barry figured there was no harm in striking up a conversation. At least it would make the walk less dull.
"How'd you fall in with this crew, anyway? A man like you'd make a good living down 'round the open sea. They're always fancyin' a big sword arm."
This and similar thoughts soothed Barry's mind as he marched with the motley crew of smugglers through the Taliver Mountains. Sure, he knew about the bristling bandit activity. And yeah, he was probably not among the best of fighters - why else would a random group of strangers offer so much money for the assistance of a man like himself? - but there was no good that came of pensiveness. Right now, he attempted to make the most of his first trip into the mainland in quite some time.
"Alright, it looks like the road ahead is clear, for now." Barry picked his head up at the sound of Cherise's voice just ahead of him. "Barring any landslides, flash floods, bandits, or other fun party games, we should be up and over that little bump there and out of sight of Ostia by nightfall, something that would help me sleep easier if I knew what sleeping easy felt like."
Barry said nothing. She liked to talk, so he had learned to tune out the unimportant bits of her speech and focus only on the parts that concerned him or their objective.
"Bor, Bear, stick with me. I'm a growing woman, and I have urges, like the urge to not die immediately."
Barry gave a hearty laugh and clapped his hands together. "O'course, lass! No one'll cut yer purse with a bear in tow."
She didn't appear to be listening to him; she was too busy giving orders to everyone else. Must really be worried about that there loot, Barry thought. He had no idea what it was, but with the amount of gold he was promised for seeing it safely to Bern, the only think stuck on his mind was the things he would spend it on when he got back to Badon. Things like ale. And steak and eggs. And maybe some company, too...
The sound of a wyvern swooping past them jogged Barry's mind back to reality. He involuntarily cracked his knuckles and re-strapped his armguards to make sure they were tight. Small talk persisted amongst the crew as they continued along the mountain trail.
He turned to the man walking next to him, a young, long-haired fellow named Bor. He was just as tall as Barry, which was impressive in itself. Made Barry wonder why they needed him when they already had this guy around. Bor had been notably quiet for most of the trip thus far. Barry figured there was no harm in striking up a conversation. At least it would make the walk less dull.
"How'd you fall in with this crew, anyway? A man like you'd make a good living down 'round the open sea. They're always fancyin' a big sword arm."