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Lalwendë · 10-24-2004, 09:16 AM

Tarn felt a rush of pride as Marreth thanked him for the work. He had rarely been thanked in his thirty seven years, and most of those times were when he was a boy. Hunting and working with his grandfather, he had always received warm praise when he did a job well, but his adult life as an outsider brought little opportunity for praise; to survive he exploited others and by necessity he had fostered the image of being a thoroughly untrustworthy man. To receive praise now was a rare sensation which he found strangely satisfying and he visibly drew himself up to his full height, and gave an appreciative nod.

Eager to help the Corsairs, Tarn strode towards the barrels where various bodies, small and large alike, were attempting to climb into their chosen hiding places. Thynne was already working; he received a gift of a tasty strip of cured meat from a man he helped into a barrel well packed with canvas. The man could see that he would have a more comfortable journey to the ship than most, although he felt a little envious of his mate, who laughed fruitily as he sat down into a container of tobacco.

“You can leave me here,” he laughed, not seeing the disapproval on the Captain’s face as he climbed into his own barrel of flour. “What a shame there are no barrels of ale.”

“Ah, you’d drown happy,” said the man in the barrel of canvas, his voice now muffled as Thynne began to pack some of the canvas over his head.

“And that is why none of you are going in a vat of ale”, said Tarn, smiling as he worked to help a man with a large belly into a container of apples. There had been enough risk of drowning already, he thought to himself, remembering the cave and the attack on the ice. It was not a fit death for any creature, let alone a fighting man.

“Here, make sure you have your sword,” he said to the man quietly, packing the blade which had been forgotten in the rush to claim the best barrels into the container with him. He clapped him on the shoulder before he replaced the lid, closing the man into dark confinement.

10-24-2004, 09:16 AM	#197
Lalwendë A Mere Boggart Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: under the bed Posts: 4,737	Tarn felt a rush of pride as Marreth thanked him for the work. He had rarely been thanked in his thirty seven years, and most of those times were when he was a boy. Hunting and working with his grandfather, he had always received warm praise when he did a job well, but his adult life as an outsider brought little opportunity for praise; to survive he exploited others and by necessity he had fostered the image of being a thoroughly untrustworthy man. To receive praise now was a rare sensation which he found strangely satisfying and he visibly drew himself up to his full height, and gave an appreciative nod. Eager to help the Corsairs, Tarn strode towards the barrels where various bodies, small and large alike, were attempting to climb into their chosen hiding places. Thynne was already working; he received a gift of a tasty strip of cured meat from a man he helped into a barrel well packed with canvas. The man could see that he would have a more comfortable journey to the ship than most, although he felt a little envious of his mate, who laughed fruitily as he sat down into a container of tobacco. “You can leave me here,” he laughed, not seeing the disapproval on the Captain’s face as he climbed into his own barrel of flour. “What a shame there are no barrels of ale.” “Ah, you’d drown happy,” said the man in the barrel of canvas, his voice now muffled as Thynne began to pack some of the canvas over his head. “And that is why none of you are going in a vat of ale”, said Tarn, smiling as he worked to help a man with a large belly into a container of apples. There had been enough risk of drowning already, he thought to himself, remembering the cave and the attack on the ice. It was not a fit death for any creature, let alone a fighting man. “Here, make sure you have your sword,” he said to the man quietly, packing the blade which had been forgotten in the rush to claim the best barrels into the container with him. He clapped him on the shoulder before he replaced the lid, closing the man into dark confinement. Last edited by Lalwendë; 10-26-2004 at 12:57 PM.