Warrior Spirit
Kindred Souls
6 months after Hawke had left a new face was becoming known in Kirkwall. A young warrior, so ferocious that she could take on anyone, even men three times her size. Her name was Jennifer Fairhurst, the daughter of army commander Johnathan Fairhurst. At 22 years of age, her Father thought she should be married. But she avoided any talk of that. Fighting was her life.
She stood in the wings of the fighting arena, a new challenger wanted to take her place as champion. With her armor fixings in place and wielding her twin blades, she destroyed her opponent. A man at least twice her size beaten by a woman. He was disgraced. He limped out of the arena and passed an elf who appeared to be watching the match.
The man swore loudly and the elf laughed. "Hey knife-ear, what are you laughing at?" "Oh nothing". The man stumbled away, cursing again. Jennifer came out of the arena, happy that that was her last battle for the day. She took off her greaves and put down her blades. She bumped into the elf by accident. "Oh, I'm really sorry". Jennifer felt silly for not watching where she was going. "It's fine. I saw you fight. You are very skilled but I see a flaw, if you don't mind me saying". "I don't mind at all. I haven't see you around here before. I'm Jennifer, Jennifer Fairhurst. Nice to meet someone new". She shook the elf's hand. "Fenris and it's good to meet a skilled warrior". Jennifer smiled.
"Excuse me for a bit, I just need to get changed". Fenris nodded and she disappeared into the changing room, grabbed a quick wash and changed into a thick white cotton shirt, a navy blue, silver buttoned jacket over that, navy blue pants and black boots. "So you were saying about joining the arena?"...
She heard a loud bang behind her. "Oh Maker". She turned to see her angry ex boyfriend charging towards her. "For the umpteenth time, we are not getting back together. Now leave you fool. I'm sorry Fenris". Her ex's eyes widened. "An elf? Really Jennifer? Look at him. I've seen more meat on a dog bone than him". "We are not together Gregory. We only met a short time ago today so be quiet. Your alcoholic breathe is making me queasy". Gregory was clearly inebriated beyond any hope of not making a fool of himself. he put his fist near her face in anger. "You watch Jen, you will be mine. I will find you". And with that he managed to stumble to the exit and left. "I'm sorry you had to hear that. I'll tell you what. To make up for that embarrassing display and me bumping into you, by accident of course, can I buy you a few drinks?" Jennifer's offer was taken up. "Sure, lead the way". They both got up and left the arena and headed to the pub.