The Lamentation of Lolth - Chapter VI

[hippocrachus]

Seeing that his charade was foiled, Calenthang glances up at Teleri from his perusing.
"Your father knows nothing of battle, and neither do you," he states flatly, not bothering to dignify the elf child with more than a second's eye-contact.

 

[kirinke]

Teleri raises an eye-brow as she works. "I'm from Evereska Calenthang," she tells him simply. "Even when I was knee-high I was helping my mother patch up wounded scouts and mercenaries who happened by our cottage. And during the war I served my apprentiship in the healer's tents of our armies. I became a fighter so that I could defend those who were hurt and under my care. I do not take kindly to your insult." she says coolly, without anger as she finishes patching up Broddy, the last one on her list before working on herself.

 

[hippocrachus]

"It sounds to me like you're a healer, not a fighter, friend Teleri," Calenthang says in measured bored tones, not bothering to disclose any of his history in rebuttal.
Go about prattling and leave me to my own, girl.

 

[Velmont]

"I paid for my mistake" say Sielwoodan to himself while removing his shirt. He starts to looks at his two cuts. One seems not that bad, but the second still bleed. He take his backpack and open it, but before he starts to search in it he stop a moment and close it. "Forget the kit in Felmir's packs..."

 

[kirinke]

Teleri chuckles good-naturedly. "I am both friend Calenthang, though I much prefer to heal rather than kill. And when I have to kill, I make sure to do it quickly and cleanly." she moves over to help Seilwooden.

 

[hippocrachus]

"I am not, friend Teleri. Remember that the next time you question my tactics," he says, getting to the heart of his frustration with the young Moon elf, this time stopping what he's doing altogether.

 

[kirinke]

Teleri finishes, packing up her supplies and stowing them in her backpack. "I know you aren't a healer, but I also learned tactics as well. Yes, they knew we were there, but we didn't know their numbers or even if they had spell-casters. What you did put your life and ours in needless jeapordy. A wise fighter picks his fights carefully and if he can't pick his fights, he uses his surroundings intelligently." she shook her head. "What exactly were you trying to do back there?" she asks tiredly. "I want to know, seriously."

Am I wrong here StormArmor? What he did was incredibly foolish and risky. He could have gotten us all killed, especially if they had a spell-caster strong enough to cast one of those compulsion things. she asks the sword, her mind-voice both tired and frustrated.

 

[hippocrachus]

"Risk is part of decision making, friend Teleri. The only one in any danger was me, until you gave away your position. Your safety was foremost in my thoughts. All of your safety," he says, looking to his companions in turn. "For whatever reason, you felt a need to put yourself at risk for my own already-compromised safety. That was needless. I do not need to be told by a spoiled little elf-maiden that what I am doing is stupid. My plan succeeded, numbers aside, no matter their arcane capabilities."
He goes back to his looting, for lack of a better word, and quietly adds: "If you can't see what I was trying to accomplish, then perhaps you need to brush up on your tactics."

 

[kirinke]

"Only through Tymora's grace did we survive. And her favors are fleetingly granted," she said firmly. "And I may be young, but I have earned everything I have with my own two hands. And if you think I am spoiled simply because I don't agree with you, then..." she shrugs, letting him make his one conclusions.

 

[hippocrachus]

"I think you're spoiled because you act as if your trials can compare to those the less-fortunate face daily. And luck is half of skill," he interrupts happily, adding his silent thanks to the goddess of Luck.

(OOC: Phew, that was all necessary... )