Ch. 360. Like Hell Hath No

Tayliana Winddancer Dahtaligaar had been watching the goings on in solitary silence. She didn’t know any way that she could be of real use when the healing was being done by one actually skilled in the art, rather than her remedial first aid activities.

But it wasn’t long before the young elf overheard the conversation of Ionas Farseer. Worried as she was about Beau’s fate after their close friendship had only recently begun to blossom into something more when he had suddenly became involved in a battle, Ionas’ words seemed to sting all the more. 

“Excuse me, sirs,” she said with a bow, “but I have to respectfully disagree with my colleague. Beau’s a good man. I know you must not hold me in very high regard after…the incident aboard the ship.” Despite her slight blush at the remark, the fluttering in her chest was commingling with her anger, spurring her even farther along the path she’d chosen. Like the perverted shop-keeper in Sesus whose advances she had cut down with the threat of her dagger, Tayliana felt her honor impinged by Ionas’ remarks, if only tangentially.

“Say what you will about him,” she continued, “but he saved my life while we were wandering about searching for you Captain Starhand.” She had to work to steady her voice and keep it from rising at this point, as she faced the seeming leading member of the brothers. “When you fell overboard the Calinda, it was Beau who immediately went to your rescue. With a mere rope tied around his ankle, he bravely leapt from the protection of the ship down after you. Successful or no, the fact that he was willing to lay his own life upon the line to save yours deserves your respect!”

When she finished her speech she found herself panting slightly. Almost half a beat too late she tacked on another bow, hoping to indicate that she meant no disrespect herself.

“My Lord,” she finished simply.

Captain Jean Lafitte III took in Haug’s comments as he puffed away on his cigarette. A tall man by most standards, he’d very rarely been called anything even close to “small top”(not quite having the wit to realize it was about his hat). For once he was too dumbstruck for his notorious pride to do anything but join in the large bandit’s laughter.

Never one to pass up a contact, having one in the Sesus gangs suited Captain Lafitte just fine, and he hoped to one day capitalize upon it.

But as the messenger left, and Handslayer went to tend his flock, Captain Lafitte simply motioned to Beau to follow. And the two began the trek over the short distance towards the Great Hall of the Temple. 


About Maurepas

I'm Charlie, aka, Maurepas, I write with Mura and Avayu in various RPs in Nationstates. I enjoy writing things, and the writing I do with them. I'm currently attempting to attend college, in pursuit of a Teaching Degree in History.
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