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<blockquote data-quote="Drusilia Nailo" data-source="post: 792944" data-attributes="member: 2062">Dru sat in the smoky tavern, in the flickering lantern light.&nbsp; The crowd was starting to thin&nbsp; out as people began to trickle home.&nbsp; It was very late.&nbsp; She stared into her half empty tankard for a moment, and then drank again.&nbsp; Andaryn.&nbsp; How could she have been so stupid?&nbsp;&nbsp; She was filled with conflicting emotions, ranging from sadness to blatant hatred of the man.&nbsp; &nbsp; Why couldn't Papa have let me go with him to deal with Andaryn?&nbsp; I wanted to watch him suffer... She scowled, knowing why Papa didn't ask her to come along when he and Kennic went to deal with the bard.&nbsp; He thought she was too soft.&nbsp; That just added insult to injury.&nbsp; &nbsp; She looked up blearily as a figure approached her table.&nbsp; It was Ivellimor.&nbsp; He was smiling at her.&nbsp; &quot;Drusilia,&quot; he said cheerfully, pulling up a chair beside her and sitting down.&nbsp; &quot;It's lovely to see you tonight.&quot;&nbsp; He sniffed the air, and then raised his eyebrows.&nbsp; &quot;You smell like a brewery.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;Thank you, Ivellimor,&quot; Dru said, annunciating her words very carefully.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He grinned, unabashed, and moved closer to her.&nbsp; &quot;You look so upset,&quot; he said, soothingly, reaching out to stroke her cheek.&nbsp; &nbsp; Dru knocked his hand away, and glowered at him.&nbsp; &quot;No offense, Ivellimor, but don't touch me.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; He looked surprised, and then shrugged.&nbsp; &quot;Alright, if you want it that way,&quot; he said, placatingly.&nbsp; He watched her sip her ale, and then sighed.&nbsp; &quot;Here I was thinking that I might convince you to be my date at a party tonight.&nbsp; It's at Kalarian's place.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Dru grimaced, and shook her head.&nbsp; &quot;Thank you, but no.&nbsp; I'm going to be going home soon.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;What's got into you, love?&quot;&nbsp; He draped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into a hug.&nbsp; &nbsp; Dru sprung backwards so fast that her chair went flying.&nbsp; She leapt to her feet, and pulled her rapier, holding it at Ivellimor's throat.&nbsp; &quot;I said, don't touch me.&nbsp; I meant it,&quot; she said, glaring fiercely at him.&nbsp; &nbsp; He stared at her, his face ashen and his eyes wide.&nbsp; &quot;Drusilia,&quot; he choked out, &quot;Please don't do this...&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Dru was vaguely aware of her trio of guards, Kennic in the lead, standing to their feet and moving towards them.&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;Drusilia,&quot; she heard Kennic's worried voice, &quot;Put away the sword now.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; She saw Ivellimor swallow nervously, and then relaxed her sword arm.&nbsp; &nbsp; Ivellimor didn't waste any time scrambling to his feet.&nbsp; &quot;I'm sorry,&quot; he said, his pale face starting to turn red.&nbsp; He turned, briskly, and nearly fled to the door.&nbsp; &nbsp; One of Dru's guards stopped him, and pulled him to one side, murmuring quietly into his ear.&nbsp; She saw realization dawn on him, and the look he flashed her was one of a true apology.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; When she nodded to him, he gave her a wry grin, and then stepped out the door.&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;Drusilia,&quot; Kennic said, &quot;Sheathe the sword.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Dru did so.&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;I believe that it's time you went home,&quot; he said, moving and taking her arm into his.&nbsp; &quot;You are clearly overwrought and intoxicated.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Dru nodded.&nbsp; &quot;I don't know why I did that,&quot; she murmured.&nbsp; &quot;I just didn't want him to touch me.&nbsp; I don't want anybody touching me like that.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Kennic nodded, and guided her out of the tavern.&nbsp; &quot;I understand,&quot; he said.&nbsp; &quot;And now Ivellimor does.&nbsp; He's a good boy.&nbsp; He'll leave you alone.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;I'm never going to fall in love again,&quot; she assured Kennic, as they walked down the middle of the dark street.&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;You are exactly like your father,&quot; sighed Kennic.&nbsp; &quot;So I doubt that you ever will.&nbsp; But you shouldn't pull a sword on every man that finds you attractive.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Dru stared at him blankly, her feet stumbling over themselves as she forgot how to walk.&nbsp; &quot;Why not?&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Kennic snorted.&nbsp; &quot;Oh Drusilia,&quot; he said sadly.&nbsp;&nbsp; &quot;Growing up like you have has affected you more than I thought.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Dru shrugged as they approached the nondescript building that housed some of Papa's prostitutes.&nbsp; &quot;The best way for them to avoid my sword is to not try to get me into bed.&nbsp; It's all up to them.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Kennic shook his head, opening the door for her.&nbsp; &quot;Go to bed,&quot; he said wearily.&nbsp; &quot;We can talk more about it in the morning, when you're feeling more reasonable.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Dru nodded, leaning over, and kissed Kennic on the cheek.&nbsp; &quot;Night,&quot; she told him, blissfully unaware of how much her attitude was worrying her bodyguard.&nbsp;&nbsp; She walked down the perfume scented hallway to the room that was, for the time being, hers.&nbsp; She wished that Papa was around.&nbsp; He would understand how she felt better than anyone.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Drusilia Nailo, post: 792944, member: 2062"] Dru sat in the smoky tavern, in the flickering lantern light. The crowd was starting to thin out as people began to trickle home. It was very late. She stared into her half empty tankard for a moment, and then drank again. Andaryn. How could she have been so stupid? She was filled with conflicting emotions, ranging from sadness to blatant hatred of the man. [i]Why couldn't Papa have let me go with him to deal with Andaryn? I wanted to watch him suffer... [/i] She scowled, knowing why Papa didn't ask her to come along when he and Kennic went to deal with the bard. He thought she was too soft. That just added insult to injury. She looked up blearily as a figure approached her table. It was Ivellimor. He was smiling at her. "Drusilia," he said cheerfully, pulling up a chair beside her and sitting down. "It's lovely to see you tonight." He sniffed the air, and then raised his eyebrows. "You smell like a brewery." "Thank you, Ivellimor," Dru said, annunciating her words very carefully. He grinned, unabashed, and moved closer to her. "You look so upset," he said, soothingly, reaching out to stroke her cheek. Dru knocked his hand away, and glowered at him. "No offense, Ivellimor, but don't touch me." He looked surprised, and then shrugged. "Alright, if you want it that way," he said, placatingly. He watched her sip her ale, and then sighed. "Here I was thinking that I might convince you to be my date at a party tonight. It's at Kalarian's place." Dru grimaced, and shook her head. "Thank you, but no. I'm going to be going home soon." "What's got into you, love?" He draped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into a hug. Dru sprung backwards so fast that her chair went flying. She leapt to her feet, and pulled her rapier, holding it at Ivellimor's throat. "I said, don't touch me. I meant it," she said, glaring fiercely at him. He stared at her, his face ashen and his eyes wide. "Drusilia," he choked out, "Please don't do this..." Dru was vaguely aware of her trio of guards, Kennic in the lead, standing to their feet and moving towards them. "Drusilia," she heard Kennic's worried voice, "Put away the sword now." She saw Ivellimor swallow nervously, and then relaxed her sword arm. Ivellimor didn't waste any time scrambling to his feet. "I'm sorry," he said, his pale face starting to turn red. He turned, briskly, and nearly fled to the door. One of Dru's guards stopped him, and pulled him to one side, murmuring quietly into his ear. She saw realization dawn on him, and the look he flashed her was one of a true apology. When she nodded to him, he gave her a wry grin, and then stepped out the door. "Drusilia," Kennic said, "Sheathe the sword." Dru did so. "I believe that it's time you went home," he said, moving and taking her arm into his. "You are clearly overwrought and intoxicated." Dru nodded. "I don't know why I did that," she murmured. "I just didn't want him to touch me. I don't want anybody touching me like that." Kennic nodded, and guided her out of the tavern. "I understand," he said. "And now Ivellimor does. He's a good boy. He'll leave you alone." "I'm never going to fall in love again," she assured Kennic, as they walked down the middle of the dark street. "You are exactly like your father," sighed Kennic. "So I doubt that you ever will. But you shouldn't pull a sword on every man that finds you attractive." Dru stared at him blankly, her feet stumbling over themselves as she forgot how to walk. "Why not?" Kennic snorted. "Oh Drusilia," he said sadly. "Growing up like you have has affected you more than I thought." Dru shrugged as they approached the nondescript building that housed some of Papa's prostitutes. "The best way for them to avoid my sword is to not try to get me into bed. It's all up to them." Kennic shook his head, opening the door for her. "Go to bed," he said wearily. "We can talk more about it in the morning, when you're feeling more reasonable." Dru nodded, leaning over, and kissed Kennic on the cheek. "Night," she told him, blissfully unaware of how much her attitude was worrying her bodyguard. She walked down the perfume scented hallway to the room that was, for the time being, hers. She wished that Papa was around. He would understand how she felt better than anyone. [/QUOTE]

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