Post by Blubber-Bun on Feb 8, 2017 19:48:18 GMT -6
Sinners Like You
After Events of Chapter III; Encampment north of Osulas
JellyBlubber's Jemin & FaunaFawn's Vigil
Jemin
JellyBlubber's Jemin & FaunaFawn's Vigil
Jemin
"There. Everything I owe you from last year's little incident."
Lax smugness dripped from his voice like thick poison; a smugness that could be mistaken for genuine satisfaction, had it not been a mask to hide his actual discomfort. And in all honesty, who could blame him? It was hard not to feel the slightest twinge of discomfort while standing under the scrutiny of two beady, hardened eyes.
Especially when those beady eyes just so happened to be those of a ruthlessly clever business rival, who was probably all too eager to add a pair of mule ears to his collection, should things backfire.
And that was a route Jemin definitely intended to avoid.
Maintaining a complacent facade, he threw forth a satchel laden with stolen money. The grizzled stallion grabbed at it quickly - his face lighting up with both surprise and greed-fueled delight. "Well, will ya look at that... I never took you as a man of your word, Jemin, and yet here we are..." Old Edgar drawed out a single shard, inspecting it closely. "I take it this isn't your own money?"
"Right," Jemin replied. When dealing with horses of equally skewered moralities, it didn't matter where the money came from so long as it was delivered. "You know how the travelers are in this area; naive as foals and twice as gullible. Almost too easy to take from, really."
Shaking his head with another chuckle, Old Edgar gathered up the satchel before turning back towards the dingy caravan camp. "Stay here. I'll need to make sure these are genuine shards, and not some trick."
Jemin offered an innocent smile, watching as the older stallion shuffled into the tangle of tents. The dark mule was, for the time being, now left alone to his thoughts; quietly musing over recent events.
By sheer luck he'd stumbled upon two foreigners (there to visit family, if he remembered correctly) by Sirith's border the day prior. And - out of the goodness of his heart - he had offered to lead them through Sedo. He could only imagine their surprise when, the next morning, they awoke to find both their "guide" and possessions mysteriously gone. All in all, he would consider the day a success.
Or at least, almost.
There was a single, nagging uncertainty in the back of his head, which had lingered ever since that morning. It was a feeling that he couldn't quite shake - the feeling of being watched, or perhaps even followed... But surely those travelers couldn't have followed his tracks? They had been fast asleep...
Eventually dismissing it as a figment of his imagination, Jemin instead averted his attention towards examining the encampment ahead.
Lax smugness dripped from his voice like thick poison; a smugness that could be mistaken for genuine satisfaction, had it not been a mask to hide his actual discomfort. And in all honesty, who could blame him? It was hard not to feel the slightest twinge of discomfort while standing under the scrutiny of two beady, hardened eyes.
Especially when those beady eyes just so happened to be those of a ruthlessly clever business rival, who was probably all too eager to add a pair of mule ears to his collection, should things backfire.
And that was a route Jemin definitely intended to avoid.
Maintaining a complacent facade, he threw forth a satchel laden with stolen money. The grizzled stallion grabbed at it quickly - his face lighting up with both surprise and greed-fueled delight. "Well, will ya look at that... I never took you as a man of your word, Jemin, and yet here we are..." Old Edgar drawed out a single shard, inspecting it closely. "I take it this isn't your own money?"
"Right," Jemin replied. When dealing with horses of equally skewered moralities, it didn't matter where the money came from so long as it was delivered. "You know how the travelers are in this area; naive as foals and twice as gullible. Almost too easy to take from, really."
Shaking his head with another chuckle, Old Edgar gathered up the satchel before turning back towards the dingy caravan camp. "Stay here. I'll need to make sure these are genuine shards, and not some trick."
Jemin offered an innocent smile, watching as the older stallion shuffled into the tangle of tents. The dark mule was, for the time being, now left alone to his thoughts; quietly musing over recent events.
By sheer luck he'd stumbled upon two foreigners (there to visit family, if he remembered correctly) by Sirith's border the day prior. And - out of the goodness of his heart - he had offered to lead them through Sedo. He could only imagine their surprise when, the next morning, they awoke to find both their "guide" and possessions mysteriously gone. All in all, he would consider the day a success.
Or at least, almost.
There was a single, nagging uncertainty in the back of his head, which had lingered ever since that morning. It was a feeling that he couldn't quite shake - the feeling of being watched, or perhaps even followed... But surely those travelers couldn't have followed his tracks? They had been fast asleep...
Eventually dismissing it as a figment of his imagination, Jemin instead averted his attention towards examining the encampment ahead.
