-==# Sergeant Kylon #==-
Noticing with a grin that the woman he had gifted the bowstring to was trying to keep her amusement in check with considerable difficulty, Kylon learned the names of two of the mercenaries, Kaytaryn (who would rather be known as Kayt) and Raiziv. Nodding to them politely, the sergeant noticed the other, the Dalish forester, looking about him with something of consternation in his eyes, at the people passing around. No doubt he probably felt isolated with so many people looking at him strangely, having an armed elf outside the Alienage, in the Market District.
Kylon had seen much of that in the Siege, when the elves of the Brecilian Forest clans stood apart from the armies of Redcliffe and Denerim, like their own separate unit. He could hardly blame them, he supposed, what with animosity still plaguing many people's minds of elven relations with humans. Damn shame, if you asked him. There were good fighters with good heads on their shoulders, if this one was an example of his kind, and he could imagine how much good he'd accomplish with a squad of perfectly trained Dalish elves to clean up the scum of the Market.
"I'll think about the extra work. If I decide to work with you, then I'll find you. If you need to find me, then search around for Lairentes. Or Knife Eyes. Ask around for both." The man spoke quietly, his words seemingly carrying a tinge of bitterness from whatever he was feeling when he observed the other humans of the district. But it could have just been Kylon's imagination. He replied back, "Lairentes... I'll remember, thank you."
The elven mercenary responded finally with, "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to take my leave and have a nice rest." Returning the nod he gave the sergeant, Kylon watched as Lairentes turned and disappeared into the crowd.
Giving another look back to the others, he continued, "Well, again, thank you for your help, and I hope that I'll have some more work for you soon. Unfortunately, I have some more headaches to deal with of the less life-threatening kind. Paperwork up to the roof explaining the acts of self defense and such... best return to the compound and get on that. Until we meet again."
Nodding to both in turn, the sergeant turned around and smartly started marching towards the center of Denerim to the guard compound. Maker's mercy, he felt like he needed a rest, too...
-==# Raiziv Carvi #==-
"I'll think about the extra work. If I decide to work with you, then I'll find you. If you need to find me, then search around for Lairentes. Or Knife Eyes. Ask around for both."
Raiziv hadn't paid much attention to his surroundings, the pain in his shoulder clouding his mind. Then the other elf had spoken, at first the bitterness and anger in his voice hadn't triggered anything in him; but the other elf's shifting weight and constantly moving eyes were all it took for the fog in his mind to dissipate, making him aware of the eyes on him. Sure enough when he looked around the market district all of the humans aside from the two he was standing near were staring at him and Lairentes with a mix of suspicion and scorn. Raiziv's eyes narrowed, glaring at the humans staring at him. He was so focused on the suspicious humans he almost didn't notice when Lairentes and Sergeant Kylon left.
"What are you all looking at?" he snarled bearing his teeth "Never seen a human talking civilly with an ELF?" he turned to face them eyes flashing"OR MAYBE YOU CAN'T BELIEVE THAT A MEMBER OF THE CITY GUARD WOULD DO ANYTHING OTHER THAN ARREST AN ELF"
He wanted to hit something, no he wanted to kill something. He wanted to drown Denerim in a sea of human blood. A sudden familiar weight appeared on his uninjured shoulder, he glanced at Snit who was worriedly staring at him. The sight of the ferret brought forth an image of another ferret and the elf it belonged to: Jess. Bringing forth the image of Shianni and the other elves in the still being repaired alienage. Suddenly two new emotions appeared, breaking through his anger: guilt and shame. He didn't want other elves like Jess or Shianni or even Lairentes, to suffer for his actions. He closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as he struggled to get his anger under control, when he was sure he could look at a human without hitting them he re opened his eyes and turned to Kayt
"I don't suppose you might know where I could my shoulder looked at?" he asked with a tight smile.
-==# Kaytaryn Desmarais #==-
Kayt's attention had been upon the elf - the living punching bag from the tavern - as he left the guardhouse under his own power. She suspected he might do well to visit a healer, but he had set up invisible walls between himself and the rest, which was all too understandable to Kayt, and she knew that he would allow no one to breech them. A moment later, she heard Sergeant Kylon speaking again, saying, "Unfortunately, I have some more headaches to deal with of the less life-threatening kind. Paperwork up to the roof explaining the acts of self defense and such... best return to the compound and get on that. Until we meet again."
Not wishing to draw undue attention to herself, Kayt simply nodded, turning to face the other elf, the late-comer to the events. This one was in such pain, Kayt could tell whatever walls he might have normally hidden behind would not be in evidence. Reaching out to his undamaged arm, she touched him gently, wishing to offer her assistance. Before she could say a word, however, he was growling out at gawkers near them, "What are you all looking at? Never seen a human talking civilly with an ELF?"
Uh oh, Kayt realized, this may be more difficult than I'd thought. "OR MAYBE YOU CAN'T BELIEVE THAT A MEMBER OF THE CITY GUARD WOULD DO ANYTHING OTHER THAN ARREST AN ELF"
And then Kayt saw the animal scamper to the man's shoulder … a ferret? Kayt glanced at the creature while keeping her hand nearby. Hoping that the creature would sense her presence was not threatening.
Kayt could see that the elf was angry, but was unsure how much was due to pain or due to the simple fact that he was an elf and the onlookers were human. She saw his eyes close, his hand move to his nose, pinching it in an effort to focus. "We should get that shoulder looked at," Kayt suggested softly, leaning down just a bit so that she wouldn't have to speak overly loud. She began guiding him away from the guardhouse, leading him in the direction of the chantry. Kayt knew the sisters there wouldn't mind treating injured elves as well as humans.
"I don't suppose you might know where I could my shoulder looked at?" she heard the elf manage through his pain.
Smiling, Kayt continued to guide him. "I know the perfect place," she assured him, "and it's not that far away."
-==# Raiziv Carvi #==-
Raiziv fought to get his temper completely under control, normally he would have merely glared and walked away but being injured always made his temper shorter and his tongue looser. He was sure the humans who had been staring at him were shocked when he allowed Kayt to start leading him somewhere to get healed; but shehadn't sneered or scornfully stared at him. So while he kept his bearings about him, just incase, he was fairly certain she wasn't taking him to a discrete location to kill him.
"so Kayt" he said after a moment of silence, absent mindedly scratching Snit's head "that tattoo you have, where'd you get it? It looks Dalish. He truly was curious about the tattoo but asking questions served another purpose, it distracted him from everything else. Like the pain in his shoulder and that since his outburst even more humans were staring at him.
-==# Kaytaryn Desmarais #==-
Kayt understood by this point that the elf must be hurting something fierce, and she was certain that was where the fuel for his anger was coming from. She'd seen this before many times in animals, humans, elves … whoever and whatever. She also knew that the downside would be his inevitable collapse as the adrenaline rush wore off. As she led him along, she heard Raiziv say while scratching at his ferret's head, "so Kayt that tattoo you have, where'd you get it? It looks Dalish."
Kayt smiled, but ducked her head so he would not see. She certainly didn't want to fuel his anger any further than it already was. "I think perhaps, my friend, we might save that until after you've sought treatment? The story of my little amusement can wait until you've been healed."
She led him down the alleyway that led back behind Wade and Herren's armor shop, past a series of apartment buildings and towards the chantry. "Just a bit farther, Raiziv, and we'll find you some sort of relief," she glanced over then at the ferret and grinned at the animal, "and perhaps a treat for your little friend to keep him happy as well?"
Another moment later they were in front of the door leading into the chantry.