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Elflady
Guest
Original poster
"Oh, did I hit a nerve?" Imre said with a pleased smirk as she stumbled over her words, finding more than a little enjoyment in their battle to insult each other. A battle he much preferred to the more physical ones, less chance of getting hurt or killed if nothing else. But her skill with the blade kept him from getting too confident again, even if she was not a hunter because of a lack of skill she was obviously not terrible, and the blade was made of silver after all. Even a scratch was enough to poison, even if it wouldn't be instantly fatal.
In response to her last words he frowned in disappointment and absently rubbed his chest. "Unfortunately not, no. Wards against the sun is apparently easier to find than any against silver. If you find any than you'd be more than welcome to share..." He cut himself of before finishing, the usual grin that had replaced his frown vanished again. He could have sworn he had heard something, or rather someone, if he heard right then it was very odd indeed.
Turning his full attention on his hearing Imre soon heard the voice again, from downstairs, he vaguely knew the one who was speaking and that together with the words spoken set him on edge. There was too much extra noice to hear more though, the crowd in the tavern had gotten bigger and louder. Imre wasn't exactly thrilled about this but he had to find out more. Snapping out of his concentration he remembered Sorcha again, luckily she blocked the window and not the door, some luck in this big mess he had stumbled into.
"Sorry to leave you so soon love," he said, his grin back in place, albeit dulled. "Something more important than our little fight has come up." He didn't wait for an answer or reaction, in one fluid motion he had opened the door and vanished out into the hallway, heading for the stairs, using his hearing to find his way.
In response to her last words he frowned in disappointment and absently rubbed his chest. "Unfortunately not, no. Wards against the sun is apparently easier to find than any against silver. If you find any than you'd be more than welcome to share..." He cut himself of before finishing, the usual grin that had replaced his frown vanished again. He could have sworn he had heard something, or rather someone, if he heard right then it was very odd indeed.
Turning his full attention on his hearing Imre soon heard the voice again, from downstairs, he vaguely knew the one who was speaking and that together with the words spoken set him on edge. There was too much extra noice to hear more though, the crowd in the tavern had gotten bigger and louder. Imre wasn't exactly thrilled about this but he had to find out more. Snapping out of his concentration he remembered Sorcha again, luckily she blocked the window and not the door, some luck in this big mess he had stumbled into.
"Sorry to leave you so soon love," he said, his grin back in place, albeit dulled. "Something more important than our little fight has come up." He didn't wait for an answer or reaction, in one fluid motion he had opened the door and vanished out into the hallway, heading for the stairs, using his hearing to find his way.