Honor & Sneak [Private RP]

[Gren_Eckener]

Edith rolled her eyes, taking a seat at a table and finishing her beer. "Idiots."  

[Zulma san]

Keith was truly pissed and truly drank and when he fought, he was fighting for real.
Murchadt was not a weak but he did not have the will and he took a couple of punches in his face and stomach before really answering his brother's anger.

At last, Keith started laughing.
"For once, you're fighting like a real man." he slapped his brother's back, sending him coughing.

Murchadt spit blood on the mud. He looked like hell.
"Glad I'm not too much of a disappointment."

Two girls from the nearby brothel made their ways through the crowd and helped Keith into one of their bedrooms to the man's happiness.
Murchadt was still panting and his right eye was swelling. He sighed, holding his side. His brother was a brute.  

[Gren_Eckener]

Setting down her stein, Edith got up, stretched, and strolled over to Murchadt, offering a hand. "Thanks for fighting for the right reason...here. Let's get a steak on that eye."  

[Zulma san]

Murchadt looked up and with a hint of surprise actually accepted the hand. But he should his head at her comment.
"There is no right reason for a fight."
He walked back to the Inn, letting her step in before him and closed the door behind. Guests were back to their drinks, some cheered him up, some laughed.

The man sat at the bar.
"Give me a steak Rowan, would you?" he asked with a sigh.

He had to admit that he did not quite understand Edith, again he did not often understand women in general.  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Correction: There's never a good reason for some fights." she said, strolling in with a huff. Insulted, contradicted...some night this was.  

[Zulma san]

The man looked at Edith. Maybe she was right, and maybe not. He felt tired. Rowan gave him a steak which he took while thanking her.
He was looking sideways at Edith, trying to understand what she meant.
At last he asked.
"What do you mean?" he felt stupid asking her but he was too tired to think by himself.  

[Gren_Eckener]

"If it came down to fighting a bear or saving your wife, wouldn't you call that a good fight? If you were guarding someone from a vicious attack, killing a monster, perserving life, would you not call that a good fight?" she asked, frowning.  

[Zulma san]

The tall man looked Edith once again with some curiosity.
"I guess you are right." he said after a moment.
"Rowan please give me a glass of rum...." he started then he added "... and give Edith her favorite drink..." without looking at the rogue woman feeling a little strange at his move. What was wrong with him tonight?  

[Gren_Eckener]

Edith blinked, bemused as her favorote bellywash was set before her. "Why...thank you." she smiled sweetly. "What's the occasion?"  

[Zulma san]

Rowan winked at Edith and then disappeared.
Murchadt shrugged. "I don't know...I just felt like it." he said quietly. He avoided looking at her earnest smile, it looked too...cute. The man stared at his drink and raised it.
"Cheers." he said simply and drank his glass at once.  

[Gren_Eckener]

Edith hummed at the wink, catching the hint. "Cheers indeed..." she replied, sipping with a knowing smile.  

[Zulma san]

Murchadt was definitely not a man at ease with women, so he truly did not know what to say or day. A strange silence settled between them and he just stared at his empty glass.  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Well, clearly, you have plenty of time tonight..." she said, nursing hers along and nibbling on a small snack courtesy of the barmaid. "What's the word, fella?"  

[Zulma san]

Murchadt asked Rowan for a second glass, but that one, he took his time to drink it.
The man did not know really what to say.
"That storm will be bad for the fishing." he finally said. Fishing and the sea were things he knew about, but he guessed that she would probably not care much.  

[Gren_Eckener]

"There's a storm coming?" she blinked, frowning. "How soon?" She certainly didn't like the sound of rain. It always made her work far harder.