Mountain's Crossing Part 2
It was a nightmarish feeling, being lost as he was. The town of Kryss, which had at first so mystified and enthralled Skári, was now a beast, enticing the maindweller into all sorts of traps. The first thing Skári did was look around the tavern. All that came of it was a few snickers from the patrons, and some teasing. Skári payed little attention. All that consumed his mind was the helpless desire to return to Ingrid's side. After asking the bar keep which way the barbarians went, Skári was directed outside, and the young man, with no other option, carefully made his way through the crowded streets, eyes darting down every corner to try and find those broad shoulders, and that mess of mangled hair.
"Ingrid!" he called. His head was abuzz and his heart palpitating. He asked anyone who would give him a moment where a group of barbarians went, but all this got him was either a laugh in the face or a shake of the head. Absolutely no one had seen them. And then, Sk
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She looks like a mountain side.
This was the first thought Skári had that morning. It wasn't a thought he was particularly proud of, seeing as that the subject of those thoughts practically saved him from rape, but none the less, there it was. It was still very early in the day, and though Skári had the perfect opportunity to sleep in, he found that he could not. So he rose, before the sun did, even, but not to head straight to his duties. The longer he could stay away from that snarling boss of his, the better. Instead, he sat where he was, in bed, staring at the giant barbarian woman beside him. In his mind, he recapped last night's scene over and over again.
An elf, who had taken a shining to Skári, had offered Gunnhildr a decent lump of silver and gold for one night with the maindweller as a prostitute. And then, with no real reason or motive, the barbarian woman who had saved Skári from insults just moments prior offered an even grander sum of money for
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The one thing Skári would say about the trip from the inn is that it was not the most comfortable way to travel. After leaving his boss, Gunnhildr, in a state of utter, furious speechlessness, Ingrid and her fellow barbarian sisters had Skári pack his bags and lead him out to where their horses and cart lay in wait for them. The horses themselves were bigger than the barbarians, and that was saying something. Their coats were of either beautiful, deep black or warm, chestnut brown, and their hooves were draped with shaggy hair, matching their shaken manes. These beasts were so intimidating to Skári, who had worked only with travel ponies and work mules, asked politely if he could ride in their cart of things rather than on the back of one of their horses. This proved to not be a very smart endeavor.
The cart that Skári rode in was small, barely five by five feet in area, and packed with things like furs, barrels and crates of the gods only knew what. So there wasn't
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The first thing heard that cold, dreary morning was a rough pounding that couldn't have been any louder if Skári's head itself had been beaten on. With crusted eyes, he lifted his head to see that the morning sun hadn't even risen yet. In his mind, all the more reason to go back to bed. But the universe couldn't have that.
"Up!" came a shout from outside his door. Skári jerked at the order and sat up.
"Y-yes ma'am!" he sputtered. He could hear the landlady scoff at her new worker's squeaking and soon after, her heavy feet stomped away. Skári let out a breath of relief and got out of bed. The innkeeper a woman named Gunnhildr was not the most pleasant person he'd ever come across. She was short, even for a dwarf, with corse black hair which she kept in a bun and tired, snappish eyes that constantly burned holes into the poor lad whenever they cross paths. The only reason Skári would even consider working for such a woman were two very prominent factors:
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Remarkable, really, how focused he'd been through the fear focused enough to take out Gyldensted and four of his men and get 250 out of there alive. Alive oh God They'd rushed 250 into surgery as soon they'd arrived at the hospital the medical team had been waiting, of course the Boss had alerted them but that felt like an eternity ago, and no one was telling him anything.
He stood and started pacing the quiet hall where they'd told him to wait. He had no idea what the Boss had said so the medical staff would let him stay, but he was grateful for it. It was better to feel helpless and terrified here, where he'd hear right away if anyth