Time Stamp: 55th of Winter, 511 AV What a busy night it had been. Hours passed like minutes and soon the sun would be rising over Sunberth, its people struggling again to survive another day. The outside was still quiet; no doubt the citizens longing to remain in the fake reality that dreams could bring. But the sound of barking dogs would eventually wake them. Carina was already awake though, finding herself inside a merchants shack in the Castle Commons of Sunberth. The merchant was a young man who, she was told, was just trying to make a few extra miza from his hand crafted crossbows. Honestly their quality wasn't very good, but they were affordable. When she saw him the previous night, drowning himself in alcohol, she thought he would be an easy target to gain a few extra miza. Laying beside each other, naked, it was obvious that her persuasion (with help from the alcohol) had worked. While she kept sober in an effort to maintain control over the situation, the man was still very much drunk. And having just finished pleasuring himself with Carina's body, his breathing was heavy as he started to rest and recuperate from that nights activities. Nether spoke until Carina rolled onto her side and propped herself up on one elbow. "Did you make that crossbow yourself?" It was obvious from its design that it was nothing like the handmade ones from the merchant, probably a gift from his father. Or maybe he had stolen it. The story behind it didn't interest her though. She was simply making conversation in hopes that by getting him to open up to her, he would leave himself vulnerable. "Naw.. my old man gave it to me," he eventually answered, content to leave the conversation at that. "Could I hold it, what do ya say? Hmm,?" If what he said was true, and she could get him to let her hold it, then she would take it as a sign that he trusted her. But he was reluctant when she asked. Only answering with an exasperated sigh. His reaction was a tell tale sign of the coming 'no'. She wouldn't let it go that easily though. Moving a hand to the mans head, she ran her finders though his hair. Locking her eyes on his for a moment before touching her lips to the sensitive skin near his ear and whispering. "You don't need to worry. I'm yours.. I could never hurt you." Maybe this would have been an obvious lie if the man were sober, but alcohol lowered ones defense and ability to think logically. And when a grin creeped over the mans features, she knew her words had worked. The man leaned over the side of the bed, and would have fallen out of it if Carina hadn't kept an arm resting over his abdomen. After picking it up and moving, again, to his back, he handed the weapon over to Carina. |