ACHMED
Achmed walked out of his chamber doors and spotted Athmae leaning back in a chair looking at a book. He sighed deeply and walked over to her. "Where is everyone?" He asked her.
"Jo is getting fighting lessons from Palamon and Grunthor, and Rhapsody is at her place. And I am here, bored out of my mind." Athmae replied throwing the book on the table.
Achmed laughed then said, "If you want you can have dinner with me in my chambers."
Athmae looked at him, smiled, and said, "Well I have nothing else to do."
After Achmed and Athmae finished their meal, Achmed poured whine into two glasses, gave one to Athmae, and set his down on the small table. He took off his cape and veil, exposing his veined face. Athmae hardly ever saw his whole head. She stood up and took a drink from her whine glass.
"So how'd you make your success at being a thief?" Achmed asked.
"Well mostly by being a whore." Athmae said flatly.
Achmed choked on his whine then backwashed it into his glass. "What?" He said in shock.
"Well I wasn't a real whore," she replied. "See what Palamon and I did was find the richest warlord in the area. We knew at some point in time he would go to a whorehouse. So we picked out a costume that a whore might wear. And I would, in most cases, have to put it on and act like a horror."
"In most cases?" He interrupted her.
"Well there was this one time where our target liked...husky, big women." Athmae paused and laughed. "So I switched places with Palamon. And he had to wear this really low cut dress, and a wig."
Achmed laughed into his glass and tried to picture Palamon in a whore's clothing. "You didn't...you know...actually sleep with them?" Achmed asked.
"Gods no! Palamon knows lots about herbs and plants. So he made this powder that will knock you out for several hours. And I slipped that into the target's drink. Then I'd take him up into the room. He goes down like a tone of bricks, and from there I rob him blind."
"Why did you become a thief?"
"To survive I guess." Athmae replied looking into Achmed's mismatched eyes. Achmed looked down into his glass and swirled the contents around. "I'm going to go. Thanks for the dinner and conversation." She handed him back the empty glass. As he took the glass from her, he gently touched her fingers, and instantly he felt his veins sooth.
"You know if you need to talk about something, I'm always here. We could do this again...if you want." He said to Athmae just as she reached the door.
"Thanks," she replied opening the door and walking out of Achmed's chambers.
Achmed pulled back his black, silk sheets and climbed in bed. He was lost in thought. Was it his fault Athmae joined the Forlorn Thieves? It was and he knew it. He had the chance to stick around and raise her, but he choose to leave. Achmed sat up and rubbed his dark hair back and forth. He got up out of the bed and got dressed, but didn't bother to put his veil or cloak on. Leaving his head uncovered.
Achmed slowly opened Athmae's door, and silently walked in. Athmae was moaning in her sleep. Just as always. Walking closer to the side of her bed, he could hear her heartbeat pounding inside of his head. He sat on the edge of her bed and looked down at her. She was still moaning. He gently slid a hand on her forehead and her moaning stopped. He smiled and placed one hand on hers. "Someday I'll tell you Athmae." Achmed said softly to his sleeping daughter. Standing up, Achmed kept his gaze on Athmae, then bent down and softly kissed her forehead. He looked back at her one last time and silently walked back out the door.
ATHMAE
Athmae walked out of her room the next morning feeling refreshed. She saw Achmed packing a bag and walked over to him. "Are you going some where?" She asked.
"I'm going to pay a visit to our dear friend Tristan."
"What, to tell him his whole army is dead and eaten? You'd think the stupid pratt would figure out sooner or later that his army is gone."
Achmed smiled at the comment and said, "I'll be back in a week or so." He patted Athmae on the shoulder and left.
"We must be leaving too M'lady." Tredic said. "But if you should ever need us, let the wind hear your call." Tredic and Alric pulled up their hoods, bowed, and left swiftly.
"One bloody little war and they go running for the hills." Athmae said to herself.
Achmed walked out of his chamber doors and spotted Athmae leaning back in a chair looking at a book. He sighed deeply and walked over to her. "Where is everyone?" He asked her.
"Jo is getting fighting lessons from Palamon and Grunthor, and Rhapsody is at her place. And I am here, bored out of my mind." Athmae replied throwing the book on the table.
Achmed laughed then said, "If you want you can have dinner with me in my chambers."
Athmae looked at him, smiled, and said, "Well I have nothing else to do."
After Achmed and Athmae finished their meal, Achmed poured whine into two glasses, gave one to Athmae, and set his down on the small table. He took off his cape and veil, exposing his veined face. Athmae hardly ever saw his whole head. She stood up and took a drink from her whine glass.
"So how'd you make your success at being a thief?" Achmed asked.
"Well mostly by being a whore." Athmae said flatly.
Achmed choked on his whine then backwashed it into his glass. "What?" He said in shock.
"Well I wasn't a real whore," she replied. "See what Palamon and I did was find the richest warlord in the area. We knew at some point in time he would go to a whorehouse. So we picked out a costume that a whore might wear. And I would, in most cases, have to put it on and act like a horror."
"In most cases?" He interrupted her.
"Well there was this one time where our target liked...husky, big women." Athmae paused and laughed. "So I switched places with Palamon. And he had to wear this really low cut dress, and a wig."
Achmed laughed into his glass and tried to picture Palamon in a whore's clothing. "You didn't...you know...actually sleep with them?" Achmed asked.
"Gods no! Palamon knows lots about herbs and plants. So he made this powder that will knock you out for several hours. And I slipped that into the target's drink. Then I'd take him up into the room. He goes down like a tone of bricks, and from there I rob him blind."
"Why did you become a thief?"
"To survive I guess." Athmae replied looking into Achmed's mismatched eyes. Achmed looked down into his glass and swirled the contents around. "I'm going to go. Thanks for the dinner and conversation." She handed him back the empty glass. As he took the glass from her, he gently touched her fingers, and instantly he felt his veins sooth.
"You know if you need to talk about something, I'm always here. We could do this again...if you want." He said to Athmae just as she reached the door.
"Thanks," she replied opening the door and walking out of Achmed's chambers.
Achmed pulled back his black, silk sheets and climbed in bed. He was lost in thought. Was it his fault Athmae joined the Forlorn Thieves? It was and he knew it. He had the chance to stick around and raise her, but he choose to leave. Achmed sat up and rubbed his dark hair back and forth. He got up out of the bed and got dressed, but didn't bother to put his veil or cloak on. Leaving his head uncovered.
Achmed slowly opened Athmae's door, and silently walked in. Athmae was moaning in her sleep. Just as always. Walking closer to the side of her bed, he could hear her heartbeat pounding inside of his head. He sat on the edge of her bed and looked down at her. She was still moaning. He gently slid a hand on her forehead and her moaning stopped. He smiled and placed one hand on hers. "Someday I'll tell you Athmae." Achmed said softly to his sleeping daughter. Standing up, Achmed kept his gaze on Athmae, then bent down and softly kissed her forehead. He looked back at her one last time and silently walked back out the door.
ATHMAE
Athmae walked out of her room the next morning feeling refreshed. She saw Achmed packing a bag and walked over to him. "Are you going some where?" She asked.
"I'm going to pay a visit to our dear friend Tristan."
"What, to tell him his whole army is dead and eaten? You'd think the stupid pratt would figure out sooner or later that his army is gone."
Achmed smiled at the comment and said, "I'll be back in a week or so." He patted Athmae on the shoulder and left.
"We must be leaving too M'lady." Tredic said. "But if you should ever need us, let the wind hear your call." Tredic and Alric pulled up their hoods, bowed, and left swiftly.
"One bloody little war and they go running for the hills." Athmae said to herself.