The gripping pain in her head was so intense, Alianna thought she might die. Apparently, she'd been so drunk last night she'd tried to commit suicide by drinking so much that she would die of a hangover. Why hadn't someone put her out of her misery before she'd committed such a heinous deed?
Brynjolf, that bastard, he was more than likely to blame for this. He wanted her to suffer as she died slowly as punishment for her decision to leave.
"The bastard had better give me a fucking fabulous eulogy!" she shouted through clenched teeth while her hands clutched at her aching head.
"I have no idea-and I probably don't wanna' know- what you're talking about. But Brynjolf says that if you're not up in ten minutes, he's going to throw you in the Cistern himself."
Alianna agonizingly pried one eye open. She nearly crowed in triumph when she managed to gather enough energy to glare at Vex, "I should get up and go out there bare ass naked, just for him saying that. I'd love to see his eyes pop out of his head and his tongue roll out of his mouth and land on the floor."
Vex gave the ceiling an annoyed glance, "Yeah, that would be just fine and dandy. Right before he jumped you and carted you off like a sack of potatoes." She smiled slyly as she tapped a finger against her chin, "Now, why does that sound familiar?"
Baring her teeth in a snarl, Alianna hissed at Vex, "If you don't get out of here in the next sixty seconds, I'm going to gut you like a fish!"
The thief simply laughed as she turned away and left the room.
"I'm going to miss you the least," Alianna muttered with venom at the retreating back.
Gritting her teeth against the pounding in her head, she decided to give a rather valiant attempt to sit up. When she finally managed the deed, she felt as though she'd climbed to the Throat of the World and deserved a medal.
The room spun a little as she stood, willing her stomach to stop rolling, Aliannah went to her dresser and dressed in the gear of an adventurer. Steel. Good old fashioned, knife stopping, to forgo the helmet, for now, Aliannah tucked it into her bag with the rest of her belongings.
Her lucky daggers were tucked into her bag, but with dragons on the loos out there, she was gonna' need a lot more. Compared to a dragon, she mused, her twin daggers seemed like puny toothpicks for mister beasty to pick his teeth with after he'd devoured her. So, Alianna retrieved her dual nightingale blades and bow. Of course, a splending bow like hers needed equally splendid arrows, which meant she was taking a quiver of elvish arrows.
She stepped back with a satisfied huff, "That should do it then. I'm all set." Alianna turned in a circle, committing the room that she'd called home for the last couple of years. She was going to miss it and everyone, even Vex, though she'd rather cut her tongue out with a dull spoon than admit it.
"I see you're all set to go then," Brynjolf remarked from the door. "I am rather disappointed that I will not get to toss your lovely arse in the Cistern."
Alianna hauled her pack on her shoulder, supporting the weight with ease, "Sorry to disappoint you, your Highness."
She turned and accepted the quiver and the bow from Brynjolf. He watched her as she slung both over the free shoulder. "Isn't that going to be heavy, lass?"
Casting a mocking smile over her shoulder, Alianna drawled, "Think I've gotten lazy, have you? No worries, my friend. I am perfectly fine and I'll be even better once I get all this junk on Sir Wooly."
Shaking his head, Brynjolf gifted the ceiling with a pitying look, "That," he remarked, "is about the most ridiculous name I've ever heard of for a horse."
She scowled at criticism of her beloved dapple grey horse, "He was the furriest one at the stables. And since you wouldn't let me name him Sir Fluffy, I had to go for the next best thing. He's my horse, I'll name him anything I please." She ended the sentence with a disdainful sniff.
Turning sharply on her heel, Alianna walked out of the room, knowing he would follow.
She waved to everyone she passed as she made her way towards the secret entrance of the Guild. The ladder that led to the tomb entrance seemed so ancient and brittle that it was amazing that no one hadn't broken their neck climbing up and down the damn thing.
The steps had Alianna rethinking her idea of carting all her stuff up the death trap. She hadn't been exactly lying when she said she was fine carrying all this junk, but, the truth was, it was kind of heavy and it would be no easy task carrying it all up this way.
Deciding to go to plan B, she whirled around and smiled brilliantly up at Brynjolf, "Ya know what? You can most certainly help me, good sir. Why, I'd go as far as to say that it would be the more polite thing to do." pushing half her things into his stunned arms, she marched past him back the way they'd come.
"Where exactly are you goin'?" his confusion apparent.
"Well, getting this stuff up the ladder is going to be difficult. So, why don't you and I take a stroll through the Ratway. With the load we're hauling, it would be a much easier way to go about things." She tapped a finger on her chin as she eyeballed most of her belongings in his arms, "Though, regretfully, it will be a longer walk." For him, maybe.
Brynjolf knew she was using him as a pack mule to carry her heavier equipment. But, in truth, he didn't mind in the least. If it meant he could spend more time with her, he'd haul her blasted horse around for her. "We'll take the Ratway," he agreed. "You are, after all, the
boss."
Planting one hand on her hip, she tossed back her mane of blond hair and smirked at him over her shoulder, "And don't you forget it, hot shot."