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Edric Crestburn

After his turn at watch and his discussion with Erys, Edric had been spending the time looking over the box they had taken from the caves, with the Lionshield Coster mark upon it. He intended to leave it intact, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him. Much to his annoyance, it was nothing but common trade goods, nothing for him to identify or examine with any interest. Maybe some of the others held more magically valuable sundries, but this was just boring, boring mundanity. He sighed, as he fastened the crate's lid back on, using a bit of prestidigitation to make it seem like it had never been disturbed. Without Catbird around, he was a bit starved for distraction. Still, something sat on his mind, the older of the two sisters, after his discussion with the youngest. Perhaps he'd see if she was just as chivalrous as Erys had made her out to be, or if she was just another one of those pompous elves he knew too well. Before long, he found where she had been at her bedroll inspecting her gear. "You've been quiet."

 

Onys Kiirnodel

It's not actually clear to the twins which of them emerged into the world first and it hadn't ever truly been a point of concern, even as Onys had taken the mantle of responsibility between the two women. She glances up from her work with the greatsword balanced atop her knees and the honing steel in her hand. "I cannot say I am much in the mood for conversation. But perhaps that's to be expected? After all, us high-and-mighty knife-ears should presumably out of others' affairs, am I right?" The bitterness of her tone is palpable, the basest level of sarcasm.

 

Edric Crestburn

A grin emerged on his face as he sat down across from her, seeming to be utterly unphased by her reply, and the suggested thread of the blade close by. Little seemed to bother the mage, and a confrontation with a woman who could roundly beat him down wasn't going to either. "So ya do have a sense of humor. Not like yer sister, but it'll do. Unlike her, you can't seem to take a bit of critique of your kind and their ways, huh?" He was a smartass, but he was a smartass who believed he could talk his way around any opponent. As he sat, he pulled out his flask, taking a drink and offering it in a reconciliatory fashion. "Tell me, why is it you elves seem to think you're a world apart from the rest of us chumps scrapping it out in Faerun?"

 

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys doesn't take the proffered drink, instead continuing to work on the slight wobble of the edge of her blade where it drove down into the bony wolf earlier in the evening. In fact, she bypasses answering his question entirely. "Is this how you start all your conversations with elves?"

 

Edric Crestburn

Taking back his flask, he took another drink before capping it and storing it back in his robes, giving a wry look. "Nah, traditionally they start with whoever they hired with their family money socking me in the face, mostly for existing in the same place as them. At the very least, you're a little more courteous than that." His eye still bore a scar below it from a particularly brutal encounter, and it seemed to ache while he talked with her, the slight twitch of his musculature giving away the reminiscing. "Y'know, I'll just get right down to it. People like you made my life hell, every day for years. People like you looked down on me like I was less than human. I saw the way you looked at me when things were all said and done, and as far as I've come, I guess I still ain't used to it. Call me bitter, but I didn't work this hard for anyone to look down on me anymore."

 

Onys Kiirnodel

She lowers the steel, looking up at him for a long moment, before replying. "Is there any particular reason you feel I need to know this? It seems more grist for your biographer's mill than anything that I can make use of. Do you want to pick a fight with me for me to argue my racial superiority? Shall we go straight to the name-calling and putting frogs down each other’s tunics, as if we were seven-year-olds? What is your point, enchanter?"

 

Edric Crestburn

He looked at her for a long moment, before he started laughing. It was a long moment before he stopped, and he must have seemed like a madman. He grinned. "Not bad. Yeah, you're right. I'm just trying to pick a fight, ain't I?" He leaned back, a mound of dirt rising up to meet his incline. "Tell me, what would you do in my position? I'm genuinely curious. What if humans made a good chunk of your formative years miserable, just because of who you were? How would you deal with the anger every time you saw someone who was in the same position as those humans who tormented ya?"

 

Onys Kiirnodel

The elf begins to look exasperated, but it manifests just as a crinkle around the eyes, a certain set of the jaw. She's been trained in etiquette by the best. "You realize that you're speaking to a paladin, right? That my entire life's duty focuses on righting wrongs and bringing the light of justice to those who cower in oppression? Are you such a fool that you feel you must harangue every elf in view for the actions of others? Have I come to you tonight to remind you of every stinking short-lived one of your people who alternately—-bafflingly even—-venerates me as some sort of demigoddess and derides me as a whore of the noble classes? If you seek to heat my blood, enchanter, you have certainly succeeded, but your goals in pursuing this conversation continue to elude me." Okay, now she's exasperated.

 

Edric Crestburn

His grin remained. Something about getting this much of a rise out of her was satisfying in it's own right. "A fool? I've been called worse, but that one has always been a fun one. Some people even venerate fools, favored of the gods and all. As for why I'm here, well…" He kicked back, his relaxation in direct opposition to her rigidity, his passive and unphased nature a contrast to her hypersensitive state. He wasn't going to feel good about this later, but for now he was enjoying this. "…maybe you're right, I'm just looking for an easy target for my pent up frustration. You never bothered me, but the way your blood rises gives me just a quantum of satisfaction. I doubt you'll yield, and the further I push, the more you have to resist crossing your own hard won oaths and rules of behavior, right? That's why I'm still talking. I might be able to trust you to fight well when things from out the darkness are craving violence, but I don't have to like you. Your sister on the other hand, already made a pass at me, one I kindly turned down." Taking another healthy drink from his flask, he offered it yet again. "Diviner, by the way. I never took much to Enchantment."

 

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys rolls her eyes for just a fragment of a moment. Of course Erys already tried to take him to bed. "There is nothing in the oaths of Devotion that would prevent me from demanding satisfaction of you for your uncouth behavior. Hiding your clear need to attack and upset others behind the darkness of your past is a callow maneuver, unfit for one of your intelligence, if not erudition, and I cast my despite in your teeth." She snorts in disdain, smirking. This time, she takes the flask and drinks a single long swallow before handing it back." Return to me again only if you can keep a civil tongue in your head. If you seek to argue the politic racial, know that your words do none of your brethren and sistren any kind regard. I bid you good-night." She returns to her work, studiously ignoring Edric.

Edric Crestburn

Standing up, the grin failed to leave his face. Good. She was better than he thought she'd be at this. "Just when I thought I'd be bored tonight, you surprise me." As he turned to leave, he looked back with a dark smile. "As for the rest of my kind…fuck 'em. They've never had much regard for the son of a whore anyway." *With that, he took off back to the fire, seeking out Quinys for a bit more cordial conversation. Catbird or not, he had been thoroughly entertained.

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