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All Characters and setting were inspired by the Out of Placers webcomic (OOPS) and world created by Valsalia
http://www.valsalia.com/comic/out-o.....ers/oops-35-2/
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Yinglet Squire by Teether
Chapter 3
A couple weeks pass as the two slowly but steadily plot along on foot north, crossing over into the territory of Valsalia. Along the way Vacar continues daily with his lessons, teaching Cyrillah everything from armor and weapon care to basic wilderness survival skills. Cyrillah absorbs every tidbit and off hand comment Vacar makes. The little yinglet had quickly taken to being a fastidious and precise student. Focus and directness were rare traits for yinglets who are more likely to follow a butterfly off a cliff rather than sit through an entire ten minute speech. Cyrillah’s mind was like a steel trap, as she could often recite lessons back to Vacar verbatim. With every lesson finished, Vacar swelled with pride.
Since Cyrillah had taken to Vacar’s teachings so well, Vacar decided it was time to reward the studious scav. Along the border of Valsalia, Vacar detoured slightly from the main road to visit someone who he claimed was “The best armorer in all of the Valsalia”. Cyrillah complained, thinking Vacar was just wasting time for shits and giggles. When they finally arrived, Cyrillah’s jaw about hit the floor. The little dirt hut was covered top to bottom in every leather and metal armor Cyrillah could ever conceive of existing. Vacar quickly met the owner and plopped down a heavy sack of coins for a tailor-made, light suit of leather armor.
A small, yinglet shaped suit of leather armor.
Cyrillah could hardly hold in her excitement as the old armorer quickly began taking measurements of the yinglet. In no time, the old armorer had crafted from scratch a yinglet sized suit of leather armor. He also created a strap for Cyrillah’s dagger so she could wear it over her shoulder like a proper sword. After everything was said and done, Cyrillah could barely come up with anything to say. Vacar merely ruffled her hair and said, “No need for thanks, now you have the proper sellsword look to go along with those sharp skills”
Every chance Cyrillah got, she would stare at her reflection. Looking attentively at the now hardened and professional looking yinglet staring back at her.
*”Almost a real soldier” she thought gazing into the dirt and ruffled fur face, replacing the over manicured and over preened self of her enclave past
Vacar often saw Cyrillah losing herself in puddles, always stopping to give the yinglet plenty of time to take in her new self. Cyrillah would snap out and immediately apologize to Vacar for lost time. Vacar would just reply with a short laugh before continuing on down the road.
“Lah-lah, I am in no rush, let’s just try to enjoy our days, shall we?”
“Huh?”
“I said are you going to order anything?”
Cyrillah blinks slowly, her eyes still adjusting to the dim light of the bar. Two weeks had past since Cyrillah had received her armor. Vacar had insisted that the two spend the night in luxury and order a couple drinks from the local bar/inn. Cyrillah stares around the room, seeing the walls packed with heavily sauced patrons swaying in their booths while the tables in the center of the room are alive with the bickering and petty fighting that can only come from gambling. The air reeks of body odor and stale beer.
Cyrillah glances briefly up at the candlelights hanging from overhead before looking back down at the large torn and stained menu in her hands. Cyrillah looks over at the end of the booth to see a waiter leaning patiently over the table. The waiter’s entire outfit seemed purposely erotic with a tight corset and an open top blouse. The waiter’s breasts spilled out to meet the myriad of hungry drunken eyes and Cyrillah was no exception. The yinglet slowly drops the menu out of her hand as she becomes entranced in the waiter’s voluptuous cleavage a couple inches away from her face.
“Cyrill?........Cyrill?……..CYRILL” said Vacar snapping his fingers next to Cyrillah’s head
Cyrillah snaps out of her open mouth trance and looks around the table, “Huh? What?”
Vacar takes Cyrillah’s menu and hands it back to the frustrated waiter, “Here, I’ll have a beer and the yinglet will have a wine for now”
The waiter nods her head, taking a quick side-glance at Cyrillah before walking off to the bar.
“Phhfft, I didn’t know you were queer” said Vacar sitting smugly back in his booth seat.
“What!? No no no no no no no no. I just haven’t been sleeping zhe past couple days, zhat’s all” said Cyrillah jolting upright in her seat
“Haha! Bullshit! You about went for a nose dive in that poor waiter’s titties” said Vacar obviously getting enjoyment out of making the yinglet increasingly uncomfortable. Cyrillah nervously twiddles her fingers as the waiter comes back with their drinks. As the waiter goes to place the drinks down on the table Cyrillah looks over once more at the waiter’s exposed chest. Vacar lets out a short snicker as the waiter moves away, leaving two large tankards on their table.
“Real smooth glance there, Lah-lah” smirked Vacar as he sips the foam from the top of his beer.
“Ugh, please don’t call me zhat hideous nickname” said Cyrillah trying hopelessly to pick the big heavy tankard off of the table
“What? Lah-lah? I think it sounds pleasant.”
“It sounds feminine” says Cyrillah frustratedly giving up on lifting the tankard and instead standing up and lapping the wine out of the top like a dog. Cyrillah shudders at the taste and warmth now coursing through her mouth.
“So?” says Vacar finishing off half of his drink in one gulp
“If you’ve already forgotten, I am trying to keep zhat a secret. Hush hush, remember?” said Cyrillah sitting back down in her seat with a peeved look on her face.
“Well sooner or later, hiding yourself from everyone might not be an option at your disposal, besides, we’re pretty far north, nobody you know should be in Valsalia’s territory” said Vacar before swiftly finishing off the rest of his tankard.
“Eeeehhhhhhhhhhhh, what do we ‘ave ‘ere. What the ‘ell Ron!? Your letting this place go to shit iffin you let a scummy rat in ‘ere”
Both Cyrillah and Vacar turn to see a very drunken man saddling up to their table. The man wears average, dirty and torn street clothes, the only thing remarkable about his wear is the large black club hanging loose from his belt. The man slams one hand down on the edge of the booth table while his other hand hovers over the grip of the black club.
“Who lettttt you in ‘ere scum?” slurred the man reeking of hard liquor as he looms over Cyrillah
Cyrillah twiddles her fingers even faster as she can feel her throat tighten with nerves. As the man leans in closer, Vacar jumps up from his seat and wraps his fingers firmly around the mans throat. The man chokes out as his arms and legs drunkenly flail into surrounding tables and chairs.
“If you value your spineless, pathetic, shit-sucking life, you’ll leave my little friend here alone” said Vacar as he exposed some of the blade from the sword at his hip.
“Friends with a fucking scav......and you call me pathet-” gurgled out the man before Vacar also wrapped his other hand around the man’s throat
The man’s face shutters as he begins to turn purple in Vacar’s grip. Before the man almost passes out, an extremely large, broad and muscular man stomps up to the two men, easily grabbing both by the shoulders and pulling them apart.
“I’ll have no fighting in my bar, understand? I can stand the scav and the occasional drunken shouting match but if I catch you two going at it again I will not hesitate to throw your asses out onto the street. Are we clear?” said the giant man rhetorically before sheparding the man with the club over to a seat over by the gambling tables.
Vacar sits back down at the table, sighing loudly as Cyrillah stares wide-eyed at him.
“Did it really have to go zhat far?” said Cyrillah with concern
“Yes…yes it did. That man there wanted your hide for coin” said Vacar leaning back and rubbing the bridge of his nose
“What!? Why??? I didn’t do anyzhing!”
“It’s not what you did or didn’t do, its what you are. You see that black club?”
“Yeah, so? What’s so important about zhat? Just looks like a crummy worn club to me”
“It means he’s a part of the Scav smashers, a local Valsalian tradition”
“Scav smasher? Like….like a yinglet hunter?”
“Sort of. The group started in Valsalia as a way to scare off stealing yinglet’s from the marketplace. It quickly turned into something more. The Scav smashers eventually started killing yinglets and using the bodies like bounty to collect on. It didn’t take long for the Scav smashers to start killing off innocent yinglets for quick coin. The merchants often pay the smashers regardless of the yinglet’s innocence or not, one less scav, and all that. Viracoix has tried to disband or destroy the group multiple times but with varying success. All in all, every time one is taken down, another seems to take their place. It’s a job for sleazy cowards trying to make a quick buck and unfortunately there will never be a shortage of those in this world.” Ranted Vacar
Cyrillah looks back over at the scav hunter, now bickering with those at the gambling table. She looks down at the club dangling from the man’s waist. It looks different now than when she had first seen it. It now looked ominous and sinister to her, every crack and crevice on it at some point having tasted yinglet blood. Cyrillah shivered and stared down into her barely touched tankard of wine.
“I wish I could’ve confidently stood up to him like you did, all I did was cower. I am no sellsword” said Cyrillah taking a couple licks of wine before shuddering again at the strong taste
“You do have the confidence and fire of a sellsword inside you. Don’t ever doubt yourself Cyrillah. The moment you doubt is the moment you lose. Your not a loser, you’ll show your full confidence and might in time” said Vacar with an ere of assuredness
“Mmmmm hhhhmmm” said Cyrillah sloppily as her head grows heavy and her vision fuzzy
“Uhhhh….Lah-lah? Have you ever drank alcohol before?”
Cyrillah simply laughs before sticking her head back into her tankard and taking as many gulps of wine she can before her vision fades to black.
The morning light stabs through Cyrillah’s eyes as she awakes to find herself in the middle of a forest with a campfire steadily burning beside her. Cyrillah rubs her aching head as the trees slowly spin above her.
“Morning there, my little bar brawler” said Vacar walking up and dropping an armful of wood by the fire
A light breeze catches through the trees as Cyrillah shivers. In this moment, as the wind glides over her fur, Cyrillah realizes that she’s completely naked. Cyrillah about screams in panic as she quickly grabs at her pile of clothes next to her, covering herself. Vacar takes a small kettle off the fire and pours a cup of some herbal smelling liquid that he hands off to Cyrillah.
“W-w-who took off all my clozhes?” said Cyrillah paying no attention to the hot cup in her hand
“You really don’t remember anything?” said Vacar drinking his own cup in one gulp
Cyrillah shakes her head, “no”
“You took off your clothes after downing all of your mug. You hopped up on the main bar and yelled, ‘Anybody wanna see some scav tits!” before peeling completely out of your clothes and binder and doing a bit of awkward dancing” said Vacar sitting down on the ground in front of Cyrillah, obviously eager to regale her with the actions of last night.
Cyrillah began to cover her eyes as embarrassment flushes through her face and body, “No no no no no”
“After that little stunt you made your way over to the waitress and-“
“Nooooooooooooooooooooo”
“You climbed up her skirt and fondled her breasts before finally trying to make out with the poor woman. She backhanded you so hard before running away screaming that I thought your neck had snapped” said Vacar with a deepening grin before pouring himself another herbal drink.
Cyrillah rocked her head back and forth in her hands as she wordlessly screamed from the inside
“Then that Scav smasher guy stood up and tried to egg you on with his club out.”
Cyrillah picks her head up out of her hands with new attention
“You grabbed your long dagger as he tried to take a drunken swing at you but you dodged. You ran up to him and swung your blade up between his legs”
Cyrillah eyes lit up, “You mean I slashed him in zhe dick?”
Vacar nodded with pride, “Yup, and from the amount of blood and screaming that came out of that guy I assume you cleaved his boys square in two. He won’t be patrolling Valsalia anytime soon and it seems you remembered my lessons about weak points quite well”
“And I am guessing zhat’s when Ron zhrew us out and you carried my drunken ass to zhe woods to camp for zhe night” said Cyrillah slipping on her shirt
“Yeah, more or less” said Vacar leaning back
Cyrillah puts a hand over her eyes once more, “I still can’t believe I made a scene like zhat. Everyone must’ve hated me”
“On the contrary, the crowd fucking loved it. Everyone cheered you on from the booths and tables the whole way. Also that scav smasher guy must not be too popular cause when you bladed him the crowd went nuts.”
“Zhey cheered……for me?” said Cyrillah sitting up with glittering eyes
Vacar nods, “Like a real, true fighter”
“But I only had zhat confidence because I was drunk, what kind of fighter is zhat?”
“The kind who needs time to flesh herself out and bring the overflowing confidence inside her to the surface. All that confidence was you, not the wine. Now drink that tea up before it gets cold. Shit’s nasty when its cold but will kick a hangover faster than anything” said Vacar standing up and picking up his pack. Cyrillah quickly chugged the tea before getting the rest of her clothes and armor on. By the time Cyrillah had finished packing her travel pack, her hangover had completely disappeared. The two headed back out to the main road to continue their pathway north towards Valsalia. Vacar easily plods along, as Cyrillah seems to droop behind, still lagging from the exhaustion of the night before.
Vacar slows down to Cyrillah’s side, “You know…..I know some brothels in Valsalia that wouldn’t bat an eye at an yinglet patron”
“uh huh” mumbled Cyrillah sluggishly continuing along
“…..female or otherwise”
Cyrillah stops still in the road as Vacar stops beside her, “You’re serious?……Your not just yanking my chain like always?”
Vacar places a hand on his heart, “I swear on the graves of all my ancestors”
Cyrillah shifts uncomfortably, “Even if I wanted to, I don’t have zhe kind of money for zhat”
“But I do” says Vacar completely still
“Why are you willing to pay a prostitute for me? First zhe armor, now zhis? What are you getting at Vacar?
Vacar takes a deep breath, “Is it so bad I want to do something nice for a student….for a friend. If your trying to find trickery in my actions then your going to be disappointed with what you actually find.”
A moment of silence passes between the two as the air smells heavy with sweet grasses
“…..No judgement?”
“Who’s here to judge? You know little of the debauchery I’ve been involved with.” said Vacar with a grin
Cyrillah spaces out for a bit before letting out a long sigh, “Ok, let’s do it, let’s have some fun.”
“That’s the spirit” says Vacar beginning to walk down the road once again, soon surpassed by Cyrillah, eagerly sprinting as fast as she can down the long road to Valsalia.
http://www.valsalia.com/comic/out-o.....ers/oops-35-2/
http://www.furaffinity.net/user/valsalia/
https://www.patreon.com/valsalia
Yinglet Squire by Teether
Chapter 3
A couple weeks pass as the two slowly but steadily plot along on foot north, crossing over into the territory of Valsalia. Along the way Vacar continues daily with his lessons, teaching Cyrillah everything from armor and weapon care to basic wilderness survival skills. Cyrillah absorbs every tidbit and off hand comment Vacar makes. The little yinglet had quickly taken to being a fastidious and precise student. Focus and directness were rare traits for yinglets who are more likely to follow a butterfly off a cliff rather than sit through an entire ten minute speech. Cyrillah’s mind was like a steel trap, as she could often recite lessons back to Vacar verbatim. With every lesson finished, Vacar swelled with pride.
Since Cyrillah had taken to Vacar’s teachings so well, Vacar decided it was time to reward the studious scav. Along the border of Valsalia, Vacar detoured slightly from the main road to visit someone who he claimed was “The best armorer in all of the Valsalia”. Cyrillah complained, thinking Vacar was just wasting time for shits and giggles. When they finally arrived, Cyrillah’s jaw about hit the floor. The little dirt hut was covered top to bottom in every leather and metal armor Cyrillah could ever conceive of existing. Vacar quickly met the owner and plopped down a heavy sack of coins for a tailor-made, light suit of leather armor.
A small, yinglet shaped suit of leather armor.
Cyrillah could hardly hold in her excitement as the old armorer quickly began taking measurements of the yinglet. In no time, the old armorer had crafted from scratch a yinglet sized suit of leather armor. He also created a strap for Cyrillah’s dagger so she could wear it over her shoulder like a proper sword. After everything was said and done, Cyrillah could barely come up with anything to say. Vacar merely ruffled her hair and said, “No need for thanks, now you have the proper sellsword look to go along with those sharp skills”
Every chance Cyrillah got, she would stare at her reflection. Looking attentively at the now hardened and professional looking yinglet staring back at her.
*”Almost a real soldier” she thought gazing into the dirt and ruffled fur face, replacing the over manicured and over preened self of her enclave past
Vacar often saw Cyrillah losing herself in puddles, always stopping to give the yinglet plenty of time to take in her new self. Cyrillah would snap out and immediately apologize to Vacar for lost time. Vacar would just reply with a short laugh before continuing on down the road.
“Lah-lah, I am in no rush, let’s just try to enjoy our days, shall we?”
“Huh?”
“I said are you going to order anything?”
Cyrillah blinks slowly, her eyes still adjusting to the dim light of the bar. Two weeks had past since Cyrillah had received her armor. Vacar had insisted that the two spend the night in luxury and order a couple drinks from the local bar/inn. Cyrillah stares around the room, seeing the walls packed with heavily sauced patrons swaying in their booths while the tables in the center of the room are alive with the bickering and petty fighting that can only come from gambling. The air reeks of body odor and stale beer.
Cyrillah glances briefly up at the candlelights hanging from overhead before looking back down at the large torn and stained menu in her hands. Cyrillah looks over at the end of the booth to see a waiter leaning patiently over the table. The waiter’s entire outfit seemed purposely erotic with a tight corset and an open top blouse. The waiter’s breasts spilled out to meet the myriad of hungry drunken eyes and Cyrillah was no exception. The yinglet slowly drops the menu out of her hand as she becomes entranced in the waiter’s voluptuous cleavage a couple inches away from her face.
“Cyrill?........Cyrill?……..CYRILL” said Vacar snapping his fingers next to Cyrillah’s head
Cyrillah snaps out of her open mouth trance and looks around the table, “Huh? What?”
Vacar takes Cyrillah’s menu and hands it back to the frustrated waiter, “Here, I’ll have a beer and the yinglet will have a wine for now”
The waiter nods her head, taking a quick side-glance at Cyrillah before walking off to the bar.
“Phhfft, I didn’t know you were queer” said Vacar sitting smugly back in his booth seat.
“What!? No no no no no no no no. I just haven’t been sleeping zhe past couple days, zhat’s all” said Cyrillah jolting upright in her seat
“Haha! Bullshit! You about went for a nose dive in that poor waiter’s titties” said Vacar obviously getting enjoyment out of making the yinglet increasingly uncomfortable. Cyrillah nervously twiddles her fingers as the waiter comes back with their drinks. As the waiter goes to place the drinks down on the table Cyrillah looks over once more at the waiter’s exposed chest. Vacar lets out a short snicker as the waiter moves away, leaving two large tankards on their table.
“Real smooth glance there, Lah-lah” smirked Vacar as he sips the foam from the top of his beer.
“Ugh, please don’t call me zhat hideous nickname” said Cyrillah trying hopelessly to pick the big heavy tankard off of the table
“What? Lah-lah? I think it sounds pleasant.”
“It sounds feminine” says Cyrillah frustratedly giving up on lifting the tankard and instead standing up and lapping the wine out of the top like a dog. Cyrillah shudders at the taste and warmth now coursing through her mouth.
“So?” says Vacar finishing off half of his drink in one gulp
“If you’ve already forgotten, I am trying to keep zhat a secret. Hush hush, remember?” said Cyrillah sitting back down in her seat with a peeved look on her face.
“Well sooner or later, hiding yourself from everyone might not be an option at your disposal, besides, we’re pretty far north, nobody you know should be in Valsalia’s territory” said Vacar before swiftly finishing off the rest of his tankard.
“Eeeehhhhhhhhhhhh, what do we ‘ave ‘ere. What the ‘ell Ron!? Your letting this place go to shit iffin you let a scummy rat in ‘ere”
Both Cyrillah and Vacar turn to see a very drunken man saddling up to their table. The man wears average, dirty and torn street clothes, the only thing remarkable about his wear is the large black club hanging loose from his belt. The man slams one hand down on the edge of the booth table while his other hand hovers over the grip of the black club.
“Who lettttt you in ‘ere scum?” slurred the man reeking of hard liquor as he looms over Cyrillah
Cyrillah twiddles her fingers even faster as she can feel her throat tighten with nerves. As the man leans in closer, Vacar jumps up from his seat and wraps his fingers firmly around the mans throat. The man chokes out as his arms and legs drunkenly flail into surrounding tables and chairs.
“If you value your spineless, pathetic, shit-sucking life, you’ll leave my little friend here alone” said Vacar as he exposed some of the blade from the sword at his hip.
“Friends with a fucking scav......and you call me pathet-” gurgled out the man before Vacar also wrapped his other hand around the man’s throat
The man’s face shutters as he begins to turn purple in Vacar’s grip. Before the man almost passes out, an extremely large, broad and muscular man stomps up to the two men, easily grabbing both by the shoulders and pulling them apart.
“I’ll have no fighting in my bar, understand? I can stand the scav and the occasional drunken shouting match but if I catch you two going at it again I will not hesitate to throw your asses out onto the street. Are we clear?” said the giant man rhetorically before sheparding the man with the club over to a seat over by the gambling tables.
Vacar sits back down at the table, sighing loudly as Cyrillah stares wide-eyed at him.
“Did it really have to go zhat far?” said Cyrillah with concern
“Yes…yes it did. That man there wanted your hide for coin” said Vacar leaning back and rubbing the bridge of his nose
“What!? Why??? I didn’t do anyzhing!”
“It’s not what you did or didn’t do, its what you are. You see that black club?”
“Yeah, so? What’s so important about zhat? Just looks like a crummy worn club to me”
“It means he’s a part of the Scav smashers, a local Valsalian tradition”
“Scav smasher? Like….like a yinglet hunter?”
“Sort of. The group started in Valsalia as a way to scare off stealing yinglet’s from the marketplace. It quickly turned into something more. The Scav smashers eventually started killing yinglets and using the bodies like bounty to collect on. It didn’t take long for the Scav smashers to start killing off innocent yinglets for quick coin. The merchants often pay the smashers regardless of the yinglet’s innocence or not, one less scav, and all that. Viracoix has tried to disband or destroy the group multiple times but with varying success. All in all, every time one is taken down, another seems to take their place. It’s a job for sleazy cowards trying to make a quick buck and unfortunately there will never be a shortage of those in this world.” Ranted Vacar
Cyrillah looks back over at the scav hunter, now bickering with those at the gambling table. She looks down at the club dangling from the man’s waist. It looks different now than when she had first seen it. It now looked ominous and sinister to her, every crack and crevice on it at some point having tasted yinglet blood. Cyrillah shivered and stared down into her barely touched tankard of wine.
“I wish I could’ve confidently stood up to him like you did, all I did was cower. I am no sellsword” said Cyrillah taking a couple licks of wine before shuddering again at the strong taste
“You do have the confidence and fire of a sellsword inside you. Don’t ever doubt yourself Cyrillah. The moment you doubt is the moment you lose. Your not a loser, you’ll show your full confidence and might in time” said Vacar with an ere of assuredness
“Mmmmm hhhhmmm” said Cyrillah sloppily as her head grows heavy and her vision fuzzy
“Uhhhh….Lah-lah? Have you ever drank alcohol before?”
Cyrillah simply laughs before sticking her head back into her tankard and taking as many gulps of wine she can before her vision fades to black.
The morning light stabs through Cyrillah’s eyes as she awakes to find herself in the middle of a forest with a campfire steadily burning beside her. Cyrillah rubs her aching head as the trees slowly spin above her.
“Morning there, my little bar brawler” said Vacar walking up and dropping an armful of wood by the fire
A light breeze catches through the trees as Cyrillah shivers. In this moment, as the wind glides over her fur, Cyrillah realizes that she’s completely naked. Cyrillah about screams in panic as she quickly grabs at her pile of clothes next to her, covering herself. Vacar takes a small kettle off the fire and pours a cup of some herbal smelling liquid that he hands off to Cyrillah.
“W-w-who took off all my clozhes?” said Cyrillah paying no attention to the hot cup in her hand
“You really don’t remember anything?” said Vacar drinking his own cup in one gulp
Cyrillah shakes her head, “no”
“You took off your clothes after downing all of your mug. You hopped up on the main bar and yelled, ‘Anybody wanna see some scav tits!” before peeling completely out of your clothes and binder and doing a bit of awkward dancing” said Vacar sitting down on the ground in front of Cyrillah, obviously eager to regale her with the actions of last night.
Cyrillah began to cover her eyes as embarrassment flushes through her face and body, “No no no no no”
“After that little stunt you made your way over to the waitress and-“
“Nooooooooooooooooooooo”
“You climbed up her skirt and fondled her breasts before finally trying to make out with the poor woman. She backhanded you so hard before running away screaming that I thought your neck had snapped” said Vacar with a deepening grin before pouring himself another herbal drink.
Cyrillah rocked her head back and forth in her hands as she wordlessly screamed from the inside
“Then that Scav smasher guy stood up and tried to egg you on with his club out.”
Cyrillah picks her head up out of her hands with new attention
“You grabbed your long dagger as he tried to take a drunken swing at you but you dodged. You ran up to him and swung your blade up between his legs”
Cyrillah eyes lit up, “You mean I slashed him in zhe dick?”
Vacar nodded with pride, “Yup, and from the amount of blood and screaming that came out of that guy I assume you cleaved his boys square in two. He won’t be patrolling Valsalia anytime soon and it seems you remembered my lessons about weak points quite well”
“And I am guessing zhat’s when Ron zhrew us out and you carried my drunken ass to zhe woods to camp for zhe night” said Cyrillah slipping on her shirt
“Yeah, more or less” said Vacar leaning back
Cyrillah puts a hand over her eyes once more, “I still can’t believe I made a scene like zhat. Everyone must’ve hated me”
“On the contrary, the crowd fucking loved it. Everyone cheered you on from the booths and tables the whole way. Also that scav smasher guy must not be too popular cause when you bladed him the crowd went nuts.”
“Zhey cheered……for me?” said Cyrillah sitting up with glittering eyes
Vacar nods, “Like a real, true fighter”
“But I only had zhat confidence because I was drunk, what kind of fighter is zhat?”
“The kind who needs time to flesh herself out and bring the overflowing confidence inside her to the surface. All that confidence was you, not the wine. Now drink that tea up before it gets cold. Shit’s nasty when its cold but will kick a hangover faster than anything” said Vacar standing up and picking up his pack. Cyrillah quickly chugged the tea before getting the rest of her clothes and armor on. By the time Cyrillah had finished packing her travel pack, her hangover had completely disappeared. The two headed back out to the main road to continue their pathway north towards Valsalia. Vacar easily plods along, as Cyrillah seems to droop behind, still lagging from the exhaustion of the night before.
Vacar slows down to Cyrillah’s side, “You know…..I know some brothels in Valsalia that wouldn’t bat an eye at an yinglet patron”
“uh huh” mumbled Cyrillah sluggishly continuing along
“…..female or otherwise”
Cyrillah stops still in the road as Vacar stops beside her, “You’re serious?……Your not just yanking my chain like always?”
Vacar places a hand on his heart, “I swear on the graves of all my ancestors”
Cyrillah shifts uncomfortably, “Even if I wanted to, I don’t have zhe kind of money for zhat”
“But I do” says Vacar completely still
“Why are you willing to pay a prostitute for me? First zhe armor, now zhis? What are you getting at Vacar?
Vacar takes a deep breath, “Is it so bad I want to do something nice for a student….for a friend. If your trying to find trickery in my actions then your going to be disappointed with what you actually find.”
A moment of silence passes between the two as the air smells heavy with sweet grasses
“…..No judgement?”
“Who’s here to judge? You know little of the debauchery I’ve been involved with.” said Vacar with a grin
Cyrillah spaces out for a bit before letting out a long sigh, “Ok, let’s do it, let’s have some fun.”
“That’s the spirit” says Vacar beginning to walk down the road once again, soon surpassed by Cyrillah, eagerly sprinting as fast as she can down the long road to Valsalia.
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