"I agree with this suggestion." Aeliana responded quickly, pleased to have found a less violent solution. Unless, of course, violence is truly necessary.
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Aeliana awakens to the beginning of the interrogation of the dwarf. She is eager to assist and rushes to the scene, not even considering what she might have to say to the dwarf. Voltaire is usually all she needs for such an instance. Conveniently, he was already outside to greet her. "Baolus, what you have there is a warrior who has been trained not to fear threats such as your ax. However, do you think he has been prepared for the nightmare that is being slowly ripped to pieces by a wild animal?" Aeliana turned to face the dwarf as Voltaire crept forward with a vicious snarl. He brought his face close to the dwarf's and paused to take a sniff of his new plaything. The scent appalled him, feeding his ferocity toward the source and a strong urge to begin.
Voltaire nudges Baolus gently out of gratitude. Aeliana was in much need of rest. Too weak to even finish her meal, she forces herself up and heads to sleep without another word. Aeliana and Voltaire take turns sleeping and taking watch the rest of the night. Out of no disrespect to their comrades of course, simply habit.
Aeliana follows Phaedra inside, embarrassingly failing at several attempts to thank her for her previous aid. Her pride as a protector of others has surely been damaged being dropped so quickly in their first encounter. She seeks out a fresh determination to grow stronger for the sake of her new friends as she joins them in a meal. This time, however, without the alcoholic beverage. Voltaire, too bored with the site of another inn, remains outside and deems to bless Rona with his company. He posts himself beside the elf and keeping a watchful eye on the dwarf and other various passersby.
Voltaire continues to lash at the swordsman.
Aeliana accepts the aid from Ihon and fires an arrow to back up Voltaire.
Aeliana is greatly wounded by an enemy arrow. With fierce determination she fires once more at the archer in hopes to end the bloodshed for the night.
Enraged by Aeliana's injury, Voltaire goes in for the kill.
Aeliana winces at Rona's shouting. She had already set loose an arrow upon the opponent without even thinking to use the blunt ones, but it was too late to go back. It is kill or be killed now, and none of her companions will die on her watch. She makes haste to aim her next arrow at the other archer.
Voltaire makes his next attempt at biting the swordsman, however, this time he slightly moves with the rhythm of a song.
"Volt, the swordsman!"
Aeliana aimed her longbow at one of the archers just as Voltaire bounded from her side.
Aeliana's arm shakes as she unwillingly readies her bow. She did not want to partake in needless fighting all because some fool can't speak to strangers politely. Voltaire senses her confliction and hesitantly creeps forward in the crouch position, ready to pounce. Aeliana whispers under her breath. "Please Erastil, for their sake and our own, let the words of a fool charm their hearts."
Aeliana follow behind the group, bow readied, turning to face the rear every couple of paces.
Aeliana awaited silently, but all the while scanning all around her and taking it all in. The question from Rona took her out of her daydream and she looked over at him as if searching for the malicious intent she suspected. Finding none she answered him softly. "It is not up to me whom he befriends. He has few, but as long as you do not give him just reason, he will not harm you." Making the journey did not seem too much a hassle for Aeliana and Voltaire, however, some of the rest of her party did not look so well off. She was also concerned for the poor mule left to carry all the belongings. "We are well enough to push on ahead, however, if anyone in the group must rest here for the night I would be honored to take first watch."
Aeliana had remained quiet until the subject of Voltaire was brought into question. For the sake of the group and the fact they had to work together she managed to contain most of her anger, but only most. "Voltaire is by far capable enough to take care of himself, which is more than I can say for you since he is likely the one to fetch your dinner on this trip. I suggest you play nice, sir, else Voltaire might like a new toy." Snapping out of her anger as quickly as it had come she took a step back, closing her eyes to avoid eye contact with the rest of the group and making an awkward cough into her fist to clear her throat. Luckily the red of her anger masks the red of her embarrassment. "I see no need for a pack mule since I travel lightly, but I will give all I can if that's what is necessary." She tried not to think of the poor mule being enslaved by anyone to carry their belongings and with haste made her way outside. Voltaire rubbed against Esken's legs mockingly as he followed close in step after Aeliana.
Aeliana shifts uncomfortably at the breakfast table. She hadn't slept well the night before thinking about the city she has found herself in and what new secrets it may hold or new knowledge to discover. She had no need for anything in particular but she wanted more than anything to just run wildly about the streets, getting fully immersed, and taking her time just enjoying the people or shops. However, there was a mission to accomplish and there no time for playing. She would just have to settle for getting excited about the journey ahead. Voltaire reenters the inn, as if on cue, after spending his morning chasing after his own breakfast. Aeliana sets down a bowl of water that he laps up greedily. "We are ready when you are."
Aeliana makes a small nod towards Rona's question and gives Voltaire a quick rub behind the ear, but then slightly glares at his filthy paws so rudely on the table. He removes them swiftly but keeps upright to remain a part of the conversation. At Baolus' recollection, Aeliana turned to face him. She had fought with so many bandits, thieves, and really anyone who would dare plague her home with their evil, she had a difficult time remembering this particular incident. She panicked for fear of upsetting him, but did not let those emotions surface. She remained poised as she gave the first thing that came to mind. "Thanks is never necessary. I merely do what I can to rid the world of its poison." The mention of drink she avoids completely. For one must remain vigilant at all times to ensure survival, however, now is the time for merriment with new-found comrades and in no way does she desire to be rude to one of them. The inner struggle remained hardly detectable through her stoic and stern facade as she settled on merely sipping throughout the event and maintaining a watchful eye on the other customers in the vicinity.
A sullen female wearing clothes suited for the extremes of nature attempts to join the conversation of the rag tag group in front of her. By her well traveled leggings lays her ever vigilant companion. Realizing she had missed several chances at a more adequate time for introductions, Aeliana lifts her head up from the corner of the table. The large panther hidden under the table laying by her feet anticipating his master's hesitance perks up to encourage her. Slowly she gains composure out of her sulk and finally comments to the group. I am Aeliana Rias, the home I call my own is the wilderness, where no goods of a slave's work can be purchased and life is more meaningful than a career of paperwork. Aeliana looks back down at the table, worried her first comment was too harsh for someone she had just met. The large black cat nudges her again, clearly the more confident of the two. I'm sorry, I'm here for the quest. I bring to the table my longbow and what rarely survives that, my companion Voltaire finishes. The large cat fixes both front paws on the table and gives a growl of approval.
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