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Qiu An didn't get his hands dirty, he has others to make their hands dirty for him. Hands they made dirty right now while digging into the roasted boar they had rewarded themselves with, considering themselves rich before the reward was in. An amusing sight accompanied with the barrels of wine they were emptying, washing down the grease of their food as the bandits parties, celebrating today's loot.
"She just stood there, waiting for us to sweep her up over our shoulders and run off," the band leader relayed the story, the bone in his hand figuring as the princess they had confined now in the back of the cave, tied up neatly and put in a far corner away from the exit and the fire. The tale was as colourful as it was tall, arms waving in the air as the leader stood up, growing more and more passionate about the heroism of his deeds.
"Must have been quite the weight," Qiu An had jested, mischievous green eyes snuck their 'loot' a smiling wink, in his hands only a cup of wine present as he kept his hands off the meat. Not that any of the 'colleagues' noticed that the long haired foreigner only nibbled a little bread and kept to wine for the rest of the evening. Too occupied as they were in their own celebrations while the brunet continued his curious questions, edging along in their excitement while sneaking glances at the princess.
"We're going to be rich! The king will pay handsomely for the girl to return, and if not I will take her to wife!"
The leader's claim had Qiu An laugh, a tittering youthful one before emptying the content of his cup and asking for another fill, "what if it is a reward instead? Pretend that you saved her, and ask for a title?" the man suggested, to which the leader paused, his drunken mind progressing the idea as the rest of the gang fell quiet, their eyes narrowing.
"Become a noble?" the response was spat, a certain disdain coming over, to which Qiu An shook his head;
"Rewards run out, honour forgets, but if you can get a piece of land and a title to claim you are set"
The greed that settled in their drunken mind seemed to make the suggestion agreeable, their heads nodding and hums approving before the question was raised who the claim would be.
"Mine!" the leader said, naturally, but protests came, as the loot couldn't be split. There was none left who cared for the princess, or the glimpsing figure of Qiu An who had nimbly gotten on his feet, deftly tripping and pushing as well as putting weapons in swinging arms to excite the heat of the fight while he kicked at the fire, leaving only smouldering coals and a heavy smoke before tugging at the princess in the back.
"Come," he instructs, despite the lack of sight for the average man while Qiu An cut through the ropes that tied the ankles of the princess and helped her up, "with me," he whispers, the smile in his voice as evident as the lack of a choice that remained with the princess while the brawl went on. Shouts and grunts sounding through the dark cave as none paid any attention to the pair of cat-like greens that ran off with the most precious part of the loot.
@Diana
"She just stood there, waiting for us to sweep her up over our shoulders and run off," the band leader relayed the story, the bone in his hand figuring as the princess they had confined now in the back of the cave, tied up neatly and put in a far corner away from the exit and the fire. The tale was as colourful as it was tall, arms waving in the air as the leader stood up, growing more and more passionate about the heroism of his deeds.
"Must have been quite the weight," Qiu An had jested, mischievous green eyes snuck their 'loot' a smiling wink, in his hands only a cup of wine present as he kept his hands off the meat. Not that any of the 'colleagues' noticed that the long haired foreigner only nibbled a little bread and kept to wine for the rest of the evening. Too occupied as they were in their own celebrations while the brunet continued his curious questions, edging along in their excitement while sneaking glances at the princess.
"We're going to be rich! The king will pay handsomely for the girl to return, and if not I will take her to wife!"
The leader's claim had Qiu An laugh, a tittering youthful one before emptying the content of his cup and asking for another fill, "what if it is a reward instead? Pretend that you saved her, and ask for a title?" the man suggested, to which the leader paused, his drunken mind progressing the idea as the rest of the gang fell quiet, their eyes narrowing.
"Become a noble?" the response was spat, a certain disdain coming over, to which Qiu An shook his head;
"Rewards run out, honour forgets, but if you can get a piece of land and a title to claim you are set"
The greed that settled in their drunken mind seemed to make the suggestion agreeable, their heads nodding and hums approving before the question was raised who the claim would be.
"Mine!" the leader said, naturally, but protests came, as the loot couldn't be split. There was none left who cared for the princess, or the glimpsing figure of Qiu An who had nimbly gotten on his feet, deftly tripping and pushing as well as putting weapons in swinging arms to excite the heat of the fight while he kicked at the fire, leaving only smouldering coals and a heavy smoke before tugging at the princess in the back.
"Come," he instructs, despite the lack of sight for the average man while Qiu An cut through the ropes that tied the ankles of the princess and helped her up, "with me," he whispers, the smile in his voice as evident as the lack of a choice that remained with the princess while the brawl went on. Shouts and grunts sounding through the dark cave as none paid any attention to the pair of cat-like greens that ran off with the most precious part of the loot.
@Diana