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Post by Tsan'lo on Sept 24, 2014 13:04:30 GMT
"If my life was saved by someone, I'm in debt to them. Yet your leader chooses to waste time and medicine on me yet he chooses to decline my offer. I don't even want to work under him! It's just to repay my honor debt, yet he rudely declines me like the mongrel he is!" She jabbed her fist forwards, probably accidentally hitting the man on his shoulder or such. Maybe even face. Not that it would hurt that much, she was still rather weak at the moment. "And then he just begun to talk about life and how life has no price and how paying my debt back to him was impossible from the start!" She furrowed her brows, moving around uncomfortably in her hides as smoke practically flowed from her nose. She could go outside and kick the man, punch him... Yet that would not be honorable. No. shamees
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Post by shamees on Sept 25, 2014 22:00:44 GMT
Good thing the young man had deemed it gentlemanly to be at a distance from Tsan'lo, though he had not considered it was for his own safety too against her seething flurry of fist and rant. He showed no displeasure to her behaviour nor at her calling Shamees a mongrel, just patiently listening and knowing full-well his role was to simply hear her out. He seemed to debate for a moment whether he ought to stay quiet and let it die, or respond with something that would eventually lead the conversation to a close. "If it's about repaying Shamees, I wouldn't be too concerned." He sounded like he was going to the same direction as Shamees had, about not letting Tsan'lo repay her debt, but he continued. "As the only staff-wielder we have around, he's the primary reason why you're still alive but at his level of magic, he wouldn't have been able to save you alone. The others and I helped you from losing more blood and kept you bandaged. The debt you owe is actually divided among us - all six of us." The young man crossed his arms and smiled. "You could take it step-by-step and start by repaying us one at a time. How about that?" Tsan'lo
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Post by Tsan'lo on Sept 25, 2014 22:18:55 GMT
She furrowed her brows as she listened to the man. Was he going to... Oh, no. He wasn't, good, maybe he could be more easy to discuss with. He went on about things such as Shamees not having saved her alone and how her debt was actually divided to the six of the people in the convoy. She furrowed her brows for a moment, before shrugging. "Then I'll dedicate five days to work for the people who helped save me instead." She felt slightly proud at her basic skills of mathematics, but she decided to not show it. "That's a fair and simple way to handle it, no? And truth be told it does not differ at all from my ordinary idea, the work just divides itself to six people instead of one, and even then it would profit him all the while due to him being a part of the convoy itself." shamees
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Post by shamees on Sept 25, 2014 22:43:22 GMT
"Right," the young man said, grinning. Five days for six people? Did she mean six days? He assumed he misheard. Anyway, he didn't think she needed to dedicate an entire day for one person but he wasn't going to refute her if it could be helped. They made progress, progress Shamees had a surprisingly hard time making. He knew where Shamees was getting at and agreed about it, but there was no harm letting the young woman whatever she wanted. Looking at it on another way, he shouldn't have shoved his principles down to her throat. "Today can be your first day, once Shamees comes back with some clothes for you. By the way - " he offered his hand at Tsan'lo, " - My name is Lios. I sell potions, tonics, fabrics, and other over-the-counter necessities you need. Tomes when I see one." Lios laughed. "Yeah, the medicine we used on you were from my stock. We're down to our last crate, twenty-five. They weren't that many left. Medicines are a seller." Tsan'lo
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Post by Tsan'lo on Sept 26, 2014 13:21:22 GMT
She stared at the hand for a long while simply bowing her head down as a token sign of indicating that she was not willing to get into friendly physical contact. She then wondered in her head on how she could serve these people. There were a... Few ways, probably she was just going to lift stuff or act as a guard. She could deal with that easily. "Yes, clothes could be... Comfortable. I got a few wrong ideas when I woke up naked." She furrowed her brows as she was just about to add that she would have expected such from a mongrel looking person like Shamees. But perhaps it was not best to insult her new employer for now, even if she wanted to. This was not money on the line for once, it was her whole honor and pride. She'd do this well... Even if it killed her inside. shamees
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Post by shamees on Sept 26, 2014 17:59:29 GMT
Lios let his hand hang in the air for a bit longer, frowning disapprovingly before putting it down. He supposed it wasn't going to be as easy as he thought. But believing that she was currently going through a tough time, Lios let it past. He supposed it was only right for her to be distrustful even if they'd saved her life. "I'm sorry," Lios apologized. He really was. "Shamees will get you new clothes soon. It's natural to be alarmed in your situation - we expected as much. He must have fallen asleep and woke up the same moment as you did. I can assure you he didn't do anything else. He doesn't look to be that sort of man, does he?" In a while, Shamees reappeared through the curtains, carrying his staff and folded clothes with purple instantly standing out on the other. He walked halfway to Tsan'lo and tossed the clothes. As it went flying in mid-air, Lios' eyes widened. He looked at Shamees, appearing very conflicted. It was not difficult to notice that Shamees deliberately ignored him. Having given her the clothes, he turned around and made his way to leave. Lios stood idle for a moment before following. He stopped and turned around, remembering something. "Oh, once you're all dressed up, could you set those aside?" Lios pointed at the comfy bed that had been arranged for Tsan'lo. "Shake it off and just leave it on top of the crates." With that, Lios turned to leave rather hurriedly. The clothes Tsan'lo was given compromised of a white sleeveless turtleneck shirt with floral embroidery scattering from the collar down to the shoulders, brown cotton pants loosely hanging several inches below the knee with a string dangling on the left pant, and the purple cape that had stood out from all three. Her footwear was neglected, though maybe her shoes were around the cart somewhere. But at least she had something to wear now. They did look like her size. Tsan'lo
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Post by Tsan'lo on Sept 26, 2014 18:12:10 GMT
"Well..." She was once more just about to mention that Shamees did indeed look like a mongrel that could have... But she managed to stop herself, simply shaking her head just as Shamees entered the tent. He threw the clothes at her, managing to catch them and placing them down. Something must have gotten him on the edge for him to appear like that. Or, well, according to the other male's reaction at the very least. She had already forgotten his name. Something had to be going on. She offered a lazy nod to the man as he left, getting up from her furs as she then looked at the clothes. She would have to modify these to even be able to show her face outside without being ashamed to death. The purple cape was gone, she was not going to use that. She then proceeded to look around for anything sharp, managing to find a small glass shard from the glass she had broken earlier. She then proceeded to use it, with much trouble, to remove and cut the floral markings off of the shirt, leaving her shoulders bare along with something of a "cleavage" opening to the neck. She did not care for such. She then quickly moved the bed to the side and pushed trough the small curtain or something similar covering the wagon door. shamees
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Post by shamees on Sept 30, 2014 23:21:58 GMT
The four hours Shamees had mentioned since they found Tsan'lo must have been early morning ago. By the brightness outside, it was barely past noon. Another wagon trailed behind the wagon Tsan'lo was in and was connected to it by thick ropes. Their giants knots could be found peeking underneath and securely keeping the two wagons together. A vacant wagon bed where the driver would be taking control of the reins should it be managed with a horse was accessible by a foot split across. Although by the speed the wagons were going, it wouldn't be impossible to jump down and climb up to the other wagon instead. But there appeared to be nothing urgent happening. They weren't being attacked for sure. "Are you sure of what you did?" Lios asked Shamees. The two men were in the wagon next to Tsan'lo's containing the food supplies. Shamees wasn't particularly hungry but he felt this was a conversation to stretch for five minutes. He pulled out a stem of grapes from the fruit basket and ate. "I'm sure," he assured Lios after chewing and swallowing a grape. "Really." Shamees ate another grape. "Yes. If you could provide her another set of clothes, I'm not stopping you. Harana's size is too small." “Lend her yours! Or mine!” Lios said, throwing his hand from his forehead to the air. “It's only temporary. We'll get her new clothes in the next town.” “Go do it then. You don't have to tell me.” Lios glared at Shamees. “What I'm telling you is to not lend Sarvati's clothes like that! How would you react if you found out you're wearing the clothes of someone who's dead?” Tsan'lo (they're talking rn so feel free to walk in on them and hear the conversation)
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Post by Tsan'lo on Oct 1, 2014 11:38:37 GMT
She leaped off of the wagon, furrowing her brow as she sneaked closer, listening in on them speaking. So she was wearing a dead persons clothes? What did that really matter. The original owner was dead, the clothes should be used for SOMETHING. It was a very strange concept for her. Maybe they would spill out a few more interesting things. She decided to stay back a bit, keeping her ears open and walking as silently as she could. Sarvati, Sarvati. Sounded like a female name for her, which could explain why the clothes fit. Or maybe it was just a very feminine male. She turned her attention to the other male that was not the mongrel. Seemed to be another one of those "RESPECT FOR THE DEAD" kind of people. Sure, the dead should be respected. By taking their stuff so they won't feel useless in the afterlife. Smart. shamees (She's just hangin' back for now, listening in.)
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Post by shamees on Oct 1, 2014 12:17:07 GMT
"Mixed in the clothes they sell in the market were ransacked or originally from the deceased," Shamees pointed out. "Not just clothes. Weapons, armour, gold - " "I know," Lios interrupted, keeping the growl from his voice. It was obvious that he was trying to keep his cool. "But it doesn't make it right, does it? If it could be helped then we wouldn't do it. Not with people who were once with us." Shamees fell silent. "You're right," Shamees said, sighing quietly. He looked at Lios. "Sorry. I don't know what I was thinking." "You weren't. It happens. When exposed to the same thing over and over again, no matter how wrong, it seemed to become natural for us and we forget. We start to lose sight of some things." "I'm surprised you hadn't punched me straight away," Shamees observed, sounding like the idea of being punched would have done him no offence. Lios shrugged, unable to control his grin. "Didn't want to embarrass you in front of our guest." Shamees didn't really care if he deserved it but he appreciated the thought. He hesitated on bringing the topic of Sarvati's clothes again. Lios read his mind and spared him from asking. "It's fine. It wouldn't be polite to ask her to change in new clothes that wouldn't fit her. It would also be hard to explain." Lios moved toward the front of the wagon. "I'm checking on her. Is there something you wanted her to do?" "Tsan'lo," Shamees said, returning the half-finished branch of grapes into the fruit basket. "Her name's Tsan'lo. Why?" "Why? Well." Shamees seemed to see through Lios instantly. "We're really just asking her to stay confined in a wagon?" Shamees shook his head and turned around to leave for the opposite end, muttering under his breath, "I suppose that's too hard to ask for." Tsan'lo
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Post by Tsan'lo on Oct 1, 2014 12:30:10 GMT
"I had to do adjustments." Those were the words she decided to speak as she picked up her pace, now walking right next to the wagon as Shamees would be able to see her now. The adjustments were rather major. She had left the cape, her shoulders were bare and if she had any kind of chest the slit near the chest area would have been rather problematic indeed. "Your dead friend had horrible sense in clothing. I found it hard to see anyone fighting in it." She shrugged after that, eyeing him up and down. "Why'd you wish to keep it a secret from me. I've used clothing from dead people before." She rolled her eyes a bit, as if it was OBVIOUS from the beginning that she had been living on scavenging people's belongings for a long while. Of course it wasn't, but still. It was to her and that was all that mattered. "Now, put me to work already. I have a debt to repay, and it seems like that I'll be starting by helping you, like it or not." shamees
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Post by shamees on Oct 2, 2014 15:26:16 GMT
Shamees pulled the curtains and saw to his left Tsan'lo, walking in tandem with the wagon. His eyes silently fell to Sarvati's bastardized clothes. Whatever thoughts he was having, he was doing an excellent job hiding them as always. Seeing Tsan'lo didn't even surprise him. Maybe he was going to get that punch from Lios after all, was all Shamees thought. “I was under the impression Lios would be your taskmaster,” Shamees said, still staring impassively at the damage Tsan'lo had left on Sarvati's clothes. Shamees jumped down the wagon and joined beside Tsan'lo, his staff swinging with his pacing. “Her name is Sarvati, and don't get us wrong, we weren't keeping it a secret from you but it was up to us to let you know.” He stared at the green distant plains ahead. “And what you did was also unnecessary. She had other clothes you could have chosen from. It was dark. I didn't bother to look at what I was taking.” Shamees looked at Tsan'lo, scanning her outfit again. “You didn't throw the cloak away, did you? It will be the only thing keeping you warm tonight.” Tsan'lo
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Post by Tsan'lo on Oct 2, 2014 15:40:21 GMT
"Left it at the wagon I was in." She shrugged nonchalantly at the mention of it being the only thing keeping her warm tonight. "I didn't expect anything else. Do not get any delusions of me thinking there was anything else I was expecting to warm me up for the night." She furrowed her eyebrows at her own statement for a while before shaking it off. It got the point across. "I promised to your... Other man that I'd be serving each of you directly until one month had passed. Around five days each, if I am right. So I am starting with you, after all you were the first I promised myself to." She nodded in a matter of fact way once. "You should only blame yourself for the adjustments I had done to your now dead friend's clothing. Your fault you gave them to me, after all I had no such idea that there could be other possibilities." The sun was shining along pretty nicely in the sky, actually. The plains of green in front of them was a fantastical sight in itself, yet it was coupled by the sight of some dots of yellow across the plains. Sunflowers, perhaps? Tsan'lo covered her face a bit as the rays reached her eyes, grunting and muttering something under her breath for a moment. She used the little time she had her eyes covered to watch her new employer for a while. He looked surprisingly fit to be a simple cleric. Muscles in general, seemingly very fit... She focused on the muscles for a while before turning her head away, cursing again for a moment. "Damn sun getting into my eyes." shamees
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Post by shamees on Oct 2, 2014 16:18:32 GMT
"Lios," Shamees reminded her lightly. "And Sarvati. I didn't know you would care for appearances," was the last and only comment he made about the bastardized clothes. It was moronic of her to even try to divert the blame on Shamees. 'No such idea of other possibilities' was, when paraphrased, stating she had no common sense. Shamees didn't know if she really lacked that much insight or was just too stubborn to admit she was wrong. Shamees decided not to comment on Tsan'lo's goal of five-days-per-person to run for a month for now. It wasn't going to happen. But based from how she sounded like, she intended to make it happen. It would be a waste of his breath to keep butting heads about it. When they arrive in the next town, he'll boot her out even if it meant dragging her and tying her to a tree. Shamees glanced at Tsan'lo, having heard her comment. He did recall retrieving a bandana from where they found Tsan'lo. It hadn't been badly damaged but it was in need of washing. "Where did you come from, Tsan'lo?" Shamees asked casually. For precaution, he clarified, "Normal people wouldn't pick up strangers off the road even if they were dying from thirst. They could be thieves, murderers, or rapists. As the person in-charge of the caravan and the safety of its people and their possessions, it would comfort me if I knew a bit of your background." Tsan'lo
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Post by Tsan'lo on Oct 2, 2014 16:28:46 GMT
"It was mostly that the clothes just felt clumsy for me." The appearance was still horrid, but still. Horrid to move in too. She then furrowed her brows as the mongrel asked for her origins. She thought about it for a while before deciding to answer in a way she found fitting. "From my mother. My mother came from hers. She came from Cho'sin, in Valm. Her daughter, my mother, came with my father to here. I left them. Now I'm here." It was simple, didn't reveal that much and still probably would quench the hunger of knowledge the man seemed to have about her backstory. She then openly eyed him up and down once before deciding to shoot out a counter question. "And may I ask for yours. Normal people wouldn't trust strangers even if they saved said normal person. You could still just be thieves, murderers or rapists in disguise. As a person under your wills, I have the right to know." She then coughed. "The question being why you are built like a trained soldier while you claim to be a healer. I wouldn't think a cleric would have impressive enough muscles to make them clearly distinguishable." Now to hope he didn't ask why she had really paid attention to said muscles. shamees
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