Rogvir took a look at the horizon and sighed, a storm was approaching. Crackles of lightning filled the dark, foreboding clouds overhead, which were followed by the deep boom of thunder, louder then any drum. A storm this size would last for a day or more, meaning him and the mismatched group of mercenaries he traveled with needed to find more substantial shelter for the night. Cursing the Nine, he turned and began making his way down the hill he had been on to where the rest of the band was starting to make camp.
"The philosopher has returned from his lofty seat of vision! Tell us, oh great one, while we lowly minions were setting up the tents what divine predictions have you foretold?"
Rogvir narrowed his eyes, recognizing the lilting voice, and spun around. Where a second ago was previously empty air there now was a small Bosmer woman. Thin, with tanned firm skin and chestnut hair that reached just past her chin she gave off an air of confidence, ease, and a mischievous nature. She smirked at Rogvir, daring a response.
"Nyl, go bother Amir. I'm not in the mood for your games." Rogvir continued walking, knowing the current bane of his existence would not go away and continue to pester him.
"But what of the future of Tamriel? When you said you'd be back after a couple minutes everyone assumed you'd come back after a couple minutes. Silly us! When I went looking for you at the insistence of the others and saw you gazing off into the horizon, with that pained look on your face I knew you had to be divining the untold. After all, only a complete idiot would take half an hour trying to figure out if it was going to rain or not and since Nord men are known for their intellect I knew that couldn't be the case."
Rogvir gritted his teeth and concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other instead of reaching behind him and throttling her.
Fortunately for him the camp was not to far and Nyl darted away the moment it was in sight. Coming closer, Rogvir saw the camp was essentially set up and everyone was falling into their usual routine. There were four in the small band of mercenaries, including himself and Nyl. There was Lywel, a thin Breton only in his late teens, who was sitting on a stump with a frown on his face. Dark hair fell in a haphazard fashion near his eyes, which he'd occasionally brush to the side impatiently as he studied from a spell tome. Pale, thin, tall and studious Rogvir didn't quite understand why wherever they went a gaggle of the local Nord teenage girls would flock to him, giggling and whispering amongst themselves while seeing which one of them would dare to say hello. Nyl tried to explain it to him, in her condescending fashion, that it was because he was mysterious and different and that Rogvir could learn something from him instead of being as subtle as a mammoth in heat when trying to deal with women. Lywel couldn't have been more unaware to the attentions of the fairer sex though. Despite the young mage's oblivious nature and young age, Rogvir was glad he had joined their group the previous year. Lywel was one of the most talented mages in the art of Restoration he had ever met, which, in their business, could potentially mean saving someone's life.
Tending at the fire and laughing at Nyl's antics was Amir, a Redguard man in his late forties. The oldest of the bunch, and an experienced sellsword, Rogvir had met Amir first in his travels as a mercenary when he had just been a green boy trying to make a name for himself. Amir had taken pity on Rogvir, who at the time was only sixteen, and took him on as an apprentice of sorts, teaching him how to fight and stay alive. Rogvir's own father, while not absent from his life in any way before Rogvir ran away, had never truly understood his son's need for adventure and honor so Amir had become a substitute father of sorts for the young man.
Finally there was Nyl. Nyl was an enigma to him. She was deadly with a bow and as dangerous as Amir in one-armed combat. She was as quiet as a shadow and Rogvir had seen her kill a sleeping bandit without the slightest trace of remorse or hesitation. She had admitted to being a thief before she met Amir and Rogvir, barely had the slightest shred of honor, and was the most annoying creature he had ever met in his life. Amir had insisted on her joining though, claiming that there was more to her that met the eye and gently chided Rogvir how people wondered why Amir had taken him on when he was a inexperienced lad and to open his mind to people from all walks of life. That had shamed Rogvir into keeping his reservations quiet and although Nyl had his back on their missions, he didn't trust her intentions.
"Rogvir!" Amir laughed as he walked into view. "Nyl was just telling me how you decided to become a seer."
Nyl maintained an impish, innocent face as Rogvir sent a glowering look her way.
"Laugh all you want you two, but this is important" Rogvir growled. "There is a storm coming in and it won't be pretty. We need to pack back up and find a safer solution before this gets bad."
Nyl laughed and sent her famous smirk his way. "Afraid of getting wet? I thought you big Nord men were supposed to be tough. Well it can't be all bad, maybe we can throw some soap on him and get the stink out. I swear he hasn't bathed since the beginning of First Seed."
Rogvir had heard enough. "Fine, drown for all I care, get struck by lightning you damn elf. I'm simply telling you what is happening."
"Tsk, tsk," Nyl was practically grinning by now. "That's not playing nice Rogvir, after all if I died who would save your sorry hide from every little threat that comes your way? From all the times I've rescued you it makes me wonder if you're not really a coward holding up a sword pretending to be strong. Like father like son I suppose. Perhaps we should check to see if he-" Nyl didn't get a chance to finish her sentence as Rogvir ran at her with a roar of rage. He wasn't quite sure what he was going to do when he got there but she was going to regret those words. He managed to only get a few feet before he was suddenly unable to move.
"When I joined this group, I wished the job description included there would be babysitting."
Lywel had finally involved himself in their little spat and had confined Rogvir to a ward. Normally a ward prevented someone doing damage to the user but a particularly strong mage could confine the dangerous person to a small bubble of energy. Rogvir was unable to move, Nyl finally had a reaction other then sarcasm and was glaring at Rogvir, while Amir stood up and looked at the both of them before finally glancing at Lywel.
"Let him go, boy, he won't do anything." Amir shot Rogvir a withering look that shamed him from the inside out. Lywel merely arced an eyebrow and released Rogvir and began to pack his belongings.
"You two are going to stop this bickering immediately. I can't believe I have to tell you both this as if you were children!" Amir was trying to keep his voice steady but found he was failing. "We will discuss this later when we find somewhere else to stay but for now I expect you two to remain civil to each other. Now pack your things, we need to leave."
