Author's note: I don't own the content before you – this is an exercise in creativity. Please mind the rating, there are scenes of death, sex and swearing.
Summary: so a rogue walks into a bar…/snippets of a young woman's life
"You're an idiot."
Gimli raises his head, winces and drops it.
"You aren't supposed to be in here."
"C'mon, push over."
"Is that blood – are you covered in blood, where have you been?"
"Are you concerned, or resigned?"
"Bit of both."
"Here, I brought you your pipe."
"The priests will kill you."
"Do you want a smoke or not?"
The bed shuffles as pillows get rearranged. Propped up better he lights the worn clay pipe and inhales. The candle flickers over her skin and her smile is knife-like in the shadows.
"Act surprised in the morning. You're being reassigned."
The dwarf glowers and she smiles.
"A good general doesn't think of his men as collateral damage."
"I don't need to be babysat."
"I was in the area anyway."
An alarm goes off in the distance –
"That's my cue."