19th Day of Summer 514AV
Arvo couldn’t help but look pleased with himself as he returned to the Bakery and Butchers with a new, and fairly impressive catch. He always looked pleased with himself, but today there was an actual reason behind his arrogance. He hoped it’d be Kane who surveyed the gain from his hunt and paid him for it and not his rather brutal Myrian wife. Arvo’d never admit it, but she made him rather nervous. They were an odd pair, mismatched even. He had no idea why an ex-savage and mercenary would want to get hitched with a man who couldn’t fight to save his life. Well, she was a Myrian woman, so she was bound to be the dominant one anyway.
In the couple of years that he’d known Kane, Arvo had managed to sweet talk his way into his private business, and a such, knew that he inherited the company when his family all perished, though Arvo still didn’t know how it had happened. Still, Kane managed to remain blissfully ignorant of Arvo’s bloody past in Windreach, or his true personality underneath the show he put on for everybody. He had to admit, it was a wonderful mask. He’d spent years perfecting it.
Kiarsha, however, didn’t seem to like him. She refused to let him anywhere near to cracking her hard shell, and as such, all he knew about his female employer was her race, her name and her place of birth. He could never get the edge on her, which made him rather frustrated. Maybe she saw him for what he was. Kiarsha didn’t have anything to worry about though, Arvo needed his job too much to ever do anything to compromise it. He was sure she must know that. Maybe it was just the fact that she’d gotten used to the Sunberth way: ‘Everyone one is a potential threat!’.
Walking straight through the doors with a great big sack hanging over his shoulder like a dead-… well it WAS a dead animal. His golden eyes scoured the shop and eventually fell upon one of it’s owners. Kane was manning the store, which meant Kiarsha would be out back waiting to greet him as he brought in his catch, which was never good enough for her. “Good morning to you, Kane” Arvo said with a dip of his imaginary tophat. “Arvo, our favorite hunter, go right on through.” Kane replied. Arvo made it through to Kiarsha, who was in the kitchen attending to the bakery side of the store.
Arvo couldn’t help but look pleased with himself as he returned to the Bakery and Butchers with a new, and fairly impressive catch. He always looked pleased with himself, but today there was an actual reason behind his arrogance. He hoped it’d be Kane who surveyed the gain from his hunt and paid him for it and not his rather brutal Myrian wife. Arvo’d never admit it, but she made him rather nervous. They were an odd pair, mismatched even. He had no idea why an ex-savage and mercenary would want to get hitched with a man who couldn’t fight to save his life. Well, she was a Myrian woman, so she was bound to be the dominant one anyway.
In the couple of years that he’d known Kane, Arvo had managed to sweet talk his way into his private business, and a such, knew that he inherited the company when his family all perished, though Arvo still didn’t know how it had happened. Still, Kane managed to remain blissfully ignorant of Arvo’s bloody past in Windreach, or his true personality underneath the show he put on for everybody. He had to admit, it was a wonderful mask. He’d spent years perfecting it.
Kiarsha, however, didn’t seem to like him. She refused to let him anywhere near to cracking her hard shell, and as such, all he knew about his female employer was her race, her name and her place of birth. He could never get the edge on her, which made him rather frustrated. Maybe she saw him for what he was. Kiarsha didn’t have anything to worry about though, Arvo needed his job too much to ever do anything to compromise it. He was sure she must know that. Maybe it was just the fact that she’d gotten used to the Sunberth way: ‘Everyone one is a potential threat!’.
Walking straight through the doors with a great big sack hanging over his shoulder like a dead-… well it WAS a dead animal. His golden eyes scoured the shop and eventually fell upon one of it’s owners. Kane was manning the store, which meant Kiarsha would be out back waiting to greet him as he brought in his catch, which was never good enough for her. “Good morning to you, Kane” Arvo said with a dip of his imaginary tophat. “Arvo, our favorite hunter, go right on through.” Kane replied. Arvo made it through to Kiarsha, who was in the kitchen attending to the bakery side of the store.
