Post by Alexandrea on Nov 26, 2012 15:53:09 GMT -6
Alex nearly groaned at Kenshin's mention of bandits. While it had been a while ago now, before the merge Alex had her fair share of bandits and bandit bases, and she had made a point to try and avoid business that could potentially have her cross paths with either of the two. It wasn't as if the woman could help him find what he was looking for anyways, seeing as six months ago she hadn't even known the country she was in now even existed.
Still, the other woman must have been a native of this land, as she was able to tell the man the information he was looking for. As she answered Alex noticed the man's gaze shift to the rooftops, specifically to where the cloaked man had escaped from. Probably just as upset as I am about that guy getting away, she thought, allowing her gaze to look to the edge of the rooftop for a moment before looking back to Hera and Kenshin.
"Yeah, do you think that thief was a bandit or something?" Alex posed the question as an addendum to Hera's inquiry, as she had been thinking about how out of the blue the mention of bandits had come up. While Alex wanted to catch the guy as badly as Kenshin, she wasn't sure that charging into a stronghold full of ornery men was the best of ideas.
Kenshin shifted his head towards Hera before speaking "Bandits only know two things, stealing and murder. My original village was wiped out by them with only my cousin and I making it out alive. The people of the plains look to me as their protector, I do not wish the fate of the Wind Tigers to fall upon others." Kenshin didn't want either of the two women to stop him if he told them the truth, it wasn't to protect anybody it was revenge.
The memory of his village being ravaged by the lawless is almost a year old in his mind even though it had happened over 8 year ago according to Katara. Hargus may be dead but Kenshin was still alive along with those who case aside the law, if his blade cannot taste the blood of Hargus then it shall feast on theirs. "I do not think he was a bandit, those who live without law shall meet the end of my blade."
Hera pursed her lips in thought as she looked on at Kenshin. She listened, hearing his story about the death of his tribe. Hearing of that end was a bit unnerving for her, but she didn't focus on that. He paid lip service to defending his people, but it was hard for her to imagine vengeance being discarded altogether from the man's mind.
Hera spoke calmly, looking on impassively at the man who had saved her. That had been her failing. Now she had a chance to correct it by saving this man.
"It's obvious you are a very determined man, Kenshin.... It's an admirable trait, but bandits do know more than stealing and murder. They know how to set ambushes. They can spot you from miles away, and fill you full of arrows before you can even take a step towards them. They know intimidation, and are no strangers to just running over anyone or anything in their way to get what they want." She crossed leaned her lance against the wall as she took a step nearer it, and crossed her arms under her breastplate.
"The only blood you'll find by running off without a plan is your own." She turned her head away and took a step back towards the center of the alley, arms still crossed. She suddenly looked a little less sure of herself as her thigh high boots crunched lightly in the dirt....
"And I.... have to inform my employer of all this.... Thanks again for saving me.... If you come to the tavern in a little while, I'll get you dinner...." The dinner offer was her trying to show thanks, and a bit of trying to forget her failure and weakness.
Kenshin took Hera's advice wisely. While he did make it into Hargus' lair easily he was captured even easier. Possibly gathering a small group of warriors before leaving would be wise. Kenshin was going to be in town for at least a little bit so he could accept the offer for dinner. "It would be an honor to join you in diner tonight, where shall we meet you later? I have things to do in town before then." He didn't expect the Alexandrea to show up, she has seem to grow quite since the man had escape.
Hera suppressed a quiet "ugh", hoping she'd not come off as too open... or forward. She was appreciative that he'd come, but... she had a difficult -and confusing- situation. Hopefully, he'd take the symbol as it was meant, and that was that.
"...Uhh... right." What was the name of that place, again? "East Breeze. It's a midsized tavern back near the place where... where this little adventure started.... I'll see you there."
And with that, she left, noting the pegasus above them following her from the sky. She made her way back to the shop she'd been watching directly. She got there, and wasn't thrilled about what she had to inform the shopkeeper of. A sword had been stolen from him, and his guard had failed to detain the thief. She announced her intention to move on at the end of it. He suddenly became more sympathetic when he learned that she was ready to leave, but she didn't really have any interest in staying and being reminded of her failure constantly....
It really was a terrible curse sometimes. To have been great. She knew she should have been able to run that thief to ground and out fight him, but it had been taken from her. And her life itself.... She still had glimpses of it, through the pages. She clung to her journals with a will that would never surrender. She loved a family she didn't truly know. Not anymore, at least. Sometimes, it hurt to be defined in ways she couldn't remember though.
She made it to the East Breeze, where she was staying, and fastened Sovereign outside as he landed. He bore some watching, or else he would go and find someone's grain cart. She gave the white winged creature an affectionate rub on the jaw as she left off and headed into the tavern/inn combo.
"Tea please. If you've got any mint sprigs, those would be nice." She sighed over the counter to the tavern keep." He didn't give her more than a cursory look before informing her that he'd put some water on and let her know when it was ready. Eastern Breeze was a moderately busy establishment. Not the busiest, but cerainly busy enough to be making a tidy profit. What she liked about it was that it was clean, and well maintained. She sat down at a booth near the counter and noted that there were a fair number of people in today. At least there would be plenty to pay attention to as she waited for her drink.