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Post by Donovan on Aug 1, 2015 12:02:15 GMT -6
The mercenary leaned in, his eyebrow raised and his grin wicked. “Oh you think you can spot a liar, huh?” He laughed, appreciating that there was someone sharp enough in his company to have a game of wits with. “You are right, my father was no soldier. He was a liar. Much like myself. Though, as you might imagine, being a merchant’s son is far less likely to impress your allies, be they fierce warriors like Yorick, or beautiful women such as yourself. Honesty is … difficult for me. I mean no offense by my lies, I do hope you understand that.” The mercenary looked at the young mage, his eyes showing his sincerity.
“I’m glad I took this job. And I’d be more than happy to do another gig with you, when the time comes. You never know when a clever tongue could come in handy.” His eyes wandered down the mage’s body, mostly covered by the light leather armor that she wore, before raising them back up and calling for Nellie once more. “I think that we are almost done here, Nellie.”
“Your skill with magic most definitely suits you. Someone as intelligent as you deserves a better life than being another hired sword.” He laughed at the girl’s comment on how her burning her father’s library was what gave her the chance to become the mage she was today. “Yeah the world has a funny way of always moving forward. Things work out the way they are supposed to, I guess.” He paused for a moment. “Wait, so you were named after the Goddess, Mila?”
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Post by Mila on Aug 1, 2015 18:26:44 GMT -6
"Oh? So your a merchant's son now? I still don't buy it. There's more about you... the way you speak. They way you act. It's as if you had spent your whole life on some sort of stage. You do not fit the role of a military man's son.. and not that of a merchant's son either. If I had to take a guess in the dark.. I'd say you were a once part of a troupe.. or a circus? Not that it matters, like I said I won't force it out of you. As a guild mage I'm supposed to look past or out right ignore someone's past transgressions. You meet all types of people in the line of work.. some whom you work well with other's whom you don't. But the important part is to ignore each other's faults and work together to get the job done." She spied Nellie walking over and requested another mug of hot water for tea.
"Well thank you for the complement Donny." She smiled softly. She was accustomed to most drunken men calling her pretty it was refreshing to hear a sober man give her an honest complement. A position.. in life that is more deserving then a hired sword. Heh.. I suppose so. But being a hired hand.. does keep food in my belly and clothes on my back.
"Who knows. Maybe the future holds more for me then the life of a simple mercenary. I know I've a dream I want to see happen. It involves monsters.. but.. well one day I hope to turn my notes into a book series. Like an encyclopedia.. or reference guide for monster research.. so that maybe one day down the line all of my notes and knowledge about monsters could help save future lives. This isn't the first time these creatures have shown up.. and I doubt it would be the last. I've a long way to go though. Not to mention that.. this isn't exactly woman's work... or clergy approved... or the fact that most people can't read... But that's a whole other issue that's beyond me." Nellie returned with another round of drinks and Mila put in another one of her home made tea bags into the steaming cup. She waited a moment for the hot water to turn a bit of a peach color before taking a sip of the sweet tea.
"Yeah, I am. Mom was a huge sucker for myths. So when she adopted a set of twins.. that happened to be a boy and girl.. she gave us the name Mila and Duma. I feel kinda bad for my brother though. He got the short end of the stick for names." She chuckled lightly.
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Post by Donovan on Aug 2, 2015 22:00:05 GMT -6
“Well you have clever ears, don’t you? You are right, again, I am no merchant’s son. I guess I should reveal the truth to you, for eventually, you would certainly guess it.” The mercenary leaned in and whispered his flawless Etrurian accent - the perks of having a mother from the holy land and a father who’d spent his life in a troupe. “In truth my lady, I am the son of the late, great king of Etruria. I am learning to fight amongst the people so that I can take back my country from the dastard who murdered my father! Once I have raised an army of mercenaries, I will strike down the false prophet!” Donovan leaned back and winked his clever green eye. He was surprised that the girl had managed to guess his true origins, none had ever managed to do so before. He wasn’t sure if he was losing his touch or if Mila had some sort of exceptional intellect. Certainly it was the latter.
“I am sure your life will be far more impacting than being some common mercenary, after all, you are now friends with a prince.” His smile was wild, a playfulness danced behind his eyes. “Though I must say I do think that a monster encyclopedia would be a rather helpful tome to read, what with the world being swallowed by the undead and hellhounds. Gods forbid we have to deal with fighting any of these creatures being lead by something with half a brain!
“You, of all the people, wouldn’t care whether or not something is ‘woman’s’ work or not. And who cares what the clergy thinks? After all, it is your book and your writing it would save people’s lives.” The mercenary’s hands bounced back and forth, as if measuring scales. “Now as to the general population being illiterate, well… You do have a bit of a hurdle there, but the rest are more than easy to overcome, for someone as bright as you.” The mercenary’s smile lingered as he took a small sip of his tea. It was still hot, scorching his tongue. “Ouch. Of course, being a Prince, I am quite literate and would love a copy of your monster hunting guide, the moment it is complete.”
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Post by Mila on Aug 4, 2015 11:15:10 GMT -6
Mila laughed. Donovan's claim about being the late king of Eturia's son was perhaps the most amusing lie ever. She couldn't stop the giggles as Donovan kept up the act. She did appreciate the fact that Donovan was interested in her future book. It had been too long since she had this much fun with casual conversation. The way Donny was playing up the drama of the situation probably meant that she had guessed that he was from some theater company. But that's all it was it was a guess, unless if Donny outright states his origins that was all she had to go by.
"Well you would have to get in line. I hear lots of people want to nix the prophet and return Eturia back to the way it was. Myself included. I miss Eturia being the magic and intellectual center of the world. Before the take over of religious zeal." She sighed softly. She grew up with her father's stories of Eturia before Kraft. And her former mentor gave her tales of how the schools were run and it just seemed like a better time for everyone.
"Well once I finish it.. and come up with the funds for printing. I will send you one of the very first copies." She held up her tea cup and gave a celebratory clink with his own.
"Oh don't worry I have every intention of seeing this dream become a reality. It's just that i'm aware of the realistic problems that could and.. will arise. Your royal highness.." She tried to fight off the giggles. The pair of them spent a majority of the day talking. At the end of it all Mila was glad. She had found Donny to be a splendid coworker and friend.
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