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seda :: elven mercenary ([info]utheriel) wrote in [info]thebattleage,
@ 2011-05-18 22:44:00

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Entry tags:! incomplete, (backscene), declan gallagher, seda utheriel

One Jump Ahead of the Breadline
Who: Seda Utheriel, Declan Gallagher
Where: Amaranthine
When: 24 Umbralis, 9:37
Summary: A loaf of bread goes missing. A baker cries thief. Guardsman Declan Gallagher is on the case.
Rating: PG



The grumbling in her stomach had long since faded, giving way to an aching pain. The past few days of hunting had ended in nothing but failure and the cold had guaranteed there was little more to harvest than the few edible roots lurking beneath the earth. Roots, though, were not enough to carry an elf through the winter. The winter which had scarcely begun.

It was her second winter without the comfort of the clan to warm and provide for her and this one was much harsher than the last. The cold had come early, coating Amaranthine and the surrounding areas in frost. It seemed as if the sun was waiting out the winter, leaving nothing but grey skies in its absence. Grey skies and an abundance of rain Seda amended, shivering at the thought. The freezing rain which had only stopped pouring down the night prior was no more welcome than the snow that could have fallen in its place, even less so in fact. It had tirelessly found every crack in the ceiling of whatever shelter she found, leaving her damp and trembling. Even now her clothes had yet to dry, lying wet against her.

Huddling in on herself further the young elf tried to push herself further into the stone wall at her back, trying to soak up what heat she could. Hungry eyes peered out from beneath a wall of hair, focused on the warm glow of a bakery across the way. She had been trying to work up the courage to go in for the past hour. The bustle of people doing their morning shopping had died off and there was no longer and real reason keeping her from going in and getting something to eat.

Nothing but the fear of getting caught.

Letting out the breath she had been holding, watching as it coalesced in the frigid air, she pushed herself to her feet. Biting her lower lip, arms wrapped tightly around herself, she looked around cautiously before she slunk across the barren square to the bakery. Wearily pushing the door open she was met by a wall of heat and the welcoming smells of fresh bread. It was enough to make her mouth water, even as her cheeks flushed a rosy red from the sudden influx of warmth.

She could see the baker’s head poking out of the back room to look at her but she did her best to ignore him, trying her best to appear as a regular customer simply browsing what was currently on display. Which was what she was doing, so that wasn’t entirely faked, but there was no intention to pay for whatever she took with her. She would have had she the money but the people wandering the streets were just as rare as the animals in the wood. Hunting was poor everywhere.

The moment the last strand of hair disappeared back into the kitchen her arm darted forward, fingers curling around a sinfully delicious looking loaf of bread. Swiftly tucking it away she crept soundlessly back to the door, prying it open as quietly as she could manage. As the small bell rang overhead she cursed under her breath and slipped outside.

She had made it halfway across the marketplace, the warm bread still snuggly hidden under her outer tunic when the cry of thief rent the air in two behind her. Without bothering to turn she took off, feet sliding on rain slick cobblestone, and made to vanish into the surrounding alleyways.


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[info]d_gallagher
2011-05-19 04:28 am UTC (link)
The patrol through the city in the middle of the day would seem like an easy one. And some days, it was. But not always, for during busy market times were when the most enterprising and intelligent of thieves would strike. And of course, the numbers seemed to double in winter, when the harsh environment and the lesser supply from the Chantry's soup kitchen made for starving beggars and the like. Declan couldn't say he blamed them. Who could blame a hungry child, after all?

Still, when the cry of thief went up from the bakery across the market, he could not shirk his duty. He looked to the baker in his doorway, a man in a flour-dusted apron pointing to a figure that disappeared down a darkened alley. Cursing beneath his breath, Dec gave chase. His armor was heavy, and made him awkward as he raced across the frost-slicked cobblestones. Of course, he had by now plenty of practice chasing down those with sticky fingers, and kept his balance as he turned the corner.

"Halt in the name of the Amaranthine guard!" he shouted to the tiny figure that was still racing off ahead of him. He followed her through narrow passageways, veering around a poor family that huddled together beneath the eaves of house, icicles clung overhead. His breath burst out in front of him like puffs of fog and his shield bounced against the metal of his armor. He did not draw his sword, aware from the slightness of the figure that this thief was likely a mere child and had stolen out of desperation. Still, that did not mean he or she could shirk the law and take what they pleased without consequence. The guard captain had repeated these words many times, but Dec was still not much closer to actually believing them.

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[info]utheriel
2011-06-27 03:24 am UTC (link)
The sound of pounding footsteps behind her had the young elf cursing. This was really not how things were meant to go today. At the guards shout, and who else but a guard would shout that, she fought the urge to turn around and offer the man an incredulous stare. Did that even work? What idiot was going to stop at that? Shaking her head, unimportant thoughts dismissed, she strained to push herself harder, faster.

Her legs pumped furiously and her lungs burned but she couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop. Not until there was no other option and even then… Even then she wasn’t just going to roll over. She refused.

The steps behind her were growing louder, closer, and no matter how much she pushed herself she couldn’t manage to lose the persistent guard behind her. What little energy she had was almost gone. The only thing keeping her going now was desperation. She was not going to get caught. Not not not. She was going to eat her bread. She was going to have a full belly. She was… turning a corner into a dead end. Well wasn’t this just perfect.

Skidding to a stop she eyed a battered wagon leaning against the wall and tried to gauge if she could use it to boost herself over. Sadly it seemed unlikely. In the alley the rattling of armor echoed closer than ever. Biting down harshly on her lower lip she threw herself forward, shimmying under the edge of the warped wagon.

Crawling along the ground, ignoring the cold stinging at her bare hands, she pulled herself to the wall and huddled down there. Her heart was beating frantically and her breaths were coming out in shuddering gasps. Cringing she drew one filth covered hand to her mouth, teeth clamping down on the knuckle, and tried to steady her breathing.

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[info]d_gallagher
2011-07-08 03:08 am UTC (link)
Declan raced down the alleyway after the elf, the metal of his armor clanging and his boots thudding against the stone-paved street. His hands curled into fists but he did not reach for his weapon. He skidded around a corner, breathing heavily. His breath fanned out in front of him like foggy wisps and he paused a moment, looking down the dead end for the thief he'd been pursuing.

She had disappeared, and for a moment Dec looked around, wondering how she could have gotten past him. But then he heard a faint noise, the sound of scuffing against stone and fell still. There, against the far wall was a wagon, battered and with a missing wheel. The wood was worn and weathered, cracked in places. Clearly it had been abandoned.

Declan approached it slowly, then leaned down slowly to peer beneath the wagon at the young elf who had hidden beneath. He studied her in silence a moment, then sighed softly. "You should just come out there. You can't hide forever." He crouched down to her level, hoping that would ease some of her fear. "I don't want to arrest you. But I can't just let you run off with someone's goods without paying."

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[info]utheriel
2011-07-15 12:07 am UTC (link)
Shivering from both the cold and the cloying fear Seda fought to remain in control, to be as still as possible. It was difficult though. The guard had turned the corner. She could see his boots as he walked towards her. He was so close.
Flinching away from the approaching guard her feet slid over the slick stone as she tried to press herself further into the wall at her back. It seemed as if the sound echoed, giving away her hiding place, but Seda hoped that was nothing more than her own paranoia. When she could see the face of a human, of a guard, bent down low she knew it hadn’t been her imagination.

She frowned miserably as he spoke to her, cursing him in her mind. She cursed herself for good measure while she was at it. Curling up more she hissed lowly at him. She could sit and hide there for as long as she pleased no matter what the man said. She refused to come out from underneath the wagon. If he wanted her so badly he could just come and get her.

Hugging the stolen loaf of bread closer to her aching stomach she glared stubbornly at the man, not saying a word.

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[info]d_gallagher
2011-07-15 09:48 pm UTC (link)
Declan had known it would not be that easy. This young girl was a thief out of desperation. She wasn't stealing out of spite, but because she was desperately hungry. He lowered himself slowly to the ground, his armor protecting him from the worst of the cold seeping out of the stone ground. She must be freezing. A glance at her told him she was indeed an elf. But he didn't recognize her from the alienage. Perhaps he might ask Mell about her. She tended to know who came and went there.

Sitting up he leaned back against the broken wheel of the wagon with a sigh. "You might as well eat it... before the cold makes the crust too hard." He would find some way to pay the baker back. His wages weren't much, but he could part with enough for an extra loaf today. Declan sat there in silence, in the company of the young elf for a long moment without saying anything.

"Where did you come from?" he finally asked. "Are you all alone here?"

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[info]utheriel
2011-07-15 10:37 pm UTC (link)
Her glare didn’t abate as he lowered himself to the ground, instead it only grew stronger. What was he hoping that would do? Make him close enough to grab her? Unlikely. Still she pulled her legs in as tight as possible. Even her toes curled up inside her worn boots. She wouldn’t be leaving this spot unless she chose to and she certainly was not going to leave it while some human was lurking about outside.

She stiffened when he spoke again, hissing under her breath. She would eat her bread when she pleased. Like she was going to do what he told her. She wasn’t his servant who would do as he bid her. She just wasn’t hungry right now. Her stomach chose that moment to contradict her own thoughts, grumbling loudly enough for both guard and thief to hear. Blushing to the roots of her hair she turned pointedly away from the guard with a huff. “Maybe I will,” she muttered.

Carefully pulling the loaf from its hiding place she scowled at the guard before ripping off a chunk of bread with her teeth. She barely chewed on it, practically inhaling that first mouthful of food. It was tough. It was bland. It was one of the most delicious things she had ever eaten.

When the human’s voice rang out again, this time questioning her, she tore off another piece and began chewing emphatically. She was eating now. His stupid questions could wait. Swallowing she licked her lips to get any crumbs sticking to her face and then childishly stuck her tongue out at him before taking another bite.

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[info]d_gallagher
2011-07-15 11:49 pm UTC (link)
She was quite the fiesty one. It almost amused Declan enough to have him smile. It might have if he weren't sitting on his ass in the freezing Ferelden winter because of her stubbornness. He clenched his hands in the leather of his gloves, rubbing them together idly. She obviously didn't like being told what to do, even if it made sense. But it seemed that the making sense part of it actually hit home because he heard the sounds of her shuffling around, and glanced back to see her take a big bite out of the loaf. She chewed it, barely, and swallowed hastily. It was a testament to how hungry she truly was, and for a sharp moment he felt terribly sorry for her. He turned away so that the elf wouldn't see his face. Most people didn't like to read sympathy in another's eyes. They mistook it for pity, and it wounded pride.

He scuffed the toe of his boot against the cold ground, then looked up as the first flakes of a light snowfall began to drift down from overhead. He ducked his head down to look at the young woman under the wagon again. "It's snowing now. Do you have somewhere to stay?"

The sight he was greeted with, her sticking her tongue out at him between bites of food made him blink at her, and then chuckle slightly, his eyes crinkling with humor. "You remind me of a friend of mine," he said softly, his thoughts drifting back to the other elf he knew. At least Mell had a family that loved her and looked after her. And she never really seemed to lack food, the way she was always sharing with him.

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[info]utheriel
2011-07-16 04:12 am UTC (link)
She paused long enough to shoot the man a look, showing him exactly how unimpressed she was with him, before she went back to eating. She was struggling somewhere between savoring each bite and gulping it all down in a rush to fill her stomach. Hunger seemed to win out as the loaf of bread had soon vanished leaving the young girl temporarily sated. She wasn’t full, not really, but the aching hunger was gone. It wouldn’t last forever, wouldn’t even last long but for now the pain in her stomach was gone and that was enough. The only thing dampening this moment was the guard who was still sitting a few feet from her and the possibility of her imminent arrest.

Frowning to herself she looked over at the guard again before she rolled her eyes and shifted slightly to face him better. He probably wasn’t going to just wander off. Sighing, shoulders slumping, she decided she might as well humor him. “South, yes, and no,” she rattled off in a bored tone as she answered all of his earlier questions. Done with that she looked away, ignoring him again so that she could focus on picking at her tunic. Deft fingers plucked up each and every speck of bread that had fallen onto her shirt and eagerly shoved them into her mouth. She was not going to let anything go to waste.

Freezing, one hand still in her mouth, she gazed up at him quizzically as something occurred to her. He had said she reminded him of someone, of a friend. He didn’t even know her, how could she remind him of anything. Squinting she leaned forward ever so slightly, hand sliding free of her mouth. “Are you even allowed to be friends with people who,” she hesitated, stumbling over the next word before she continued, “steal or did you mean something else? Because I don’t know you.”

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[info]d_gallagher
2011-07-16 04:47 am UTC (link)
Declan sat in silence while the elf ate. He studied the snowfall, the flakes sticking to the stone ground and melting against the metal of his armor. He felt a chill creep into his bones and watching his breath puff like smoke in the air in front of him. He counted the stones on the ground, then the stones on the walls of the building around him. He listened to the elf shifting around quietly under the wagon.

When she spoke he was almost startled out of his thoughts and his gaze drifted back to the wagon. Her answers were brief, and not terribly informative. They told him enough though. She was far from home, wherever that was other than 'south'. She was alone, and she had nowhere to say. The thought made him frown. You can't save everyone, Dec he reminded himself. But at the same time, he couldn't have locked this young elf away as some of the other guards might have.

"I'm allowed to be friends with whomever I like. And I know quite a few people who have had to steal to eat before." He spoke the words matter of factly. "But that wasn't what I meant. And I don't mean to imply that I know you... or anything about you. But just... your stubbornness... it reminds me of my friend Melloni. She's always doing dangerous things, putting herself in harm's way." He shrugged slightly and then smiled fondly. "You really have no reason to be so afraid of me. You could have been caught by worse guards. I'm not going to arrest you, though I'm sure the dungeon would be warmer than the underneath of that wagon. You didn't steal to spite anyone did you? You stole because you were starving. If you're going to stay in Amaranthine a while, I'm sure you could get some work. If you need help, or a place to sleep the Chantry is always open, to everyone."

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[info]utheriel
2011-08-06 07:32 pm UTC (link)
She listened with half and ear at the man spoke about her friend, the rest of her attention focused on finding any more crumbs she had missed. Unfortunately there were none to be had no matter how many times she shook out her clothing. Pouting she finally gave up. With her food gone the young elf decided it was time to start planning her escape. She wasn’t going to sit here in the cold while some strange human was attempting to bond with her. A guard at that! The next thing she knew he would be trying to lure her out by being friendly and then drag her into some cell or else attempt to take her to the alienage she thought with a hiss.

She refused to let that happen. She wasn’t going to be taken in by some human.

Glowering at him she did her best to keep quiet while she scooted slowly across the ground to the edge of the wagon that was furthest away from the guard. If she was going to make her escape she needed a better look at her surroundings. Underneath a wagon might have been an acceptable hiding spot but it offered poor visibility. Pausing, palms flat on the ground, she turned to shoot what little she could see of the man an unconvinced look as he continued to talk. She had no idea what the man was trying to do but Seda wasn’t about to buy it. “If you’re not going to arrest me then why are you here,” she asked snippily.

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[info]d_gallagher
2011-08-11 09:59 pm UTC (link)
Declan knew the elf was suspicious of him. In her position he'd have felt the same way, no doubt. Elves were especially distrustful of humans and with good reason. Most humans viewed elves with disdain and thought themselves to be their betters. It was a hard prejudice to get around. Dec was certain he'd only escaped it because of his friendship with Mell. Not that he wasn't totally without his flaws. He did suspect elves of being criminals at times more readily than humans. Mostly because he knew the state many of them lived in, always starving, barely able to scrape by. Anyone in that position would be desperate. It was just that the mere fact of being an elf made them more likely to be hungry and desperate.

He could hear the girl moving around under the wagon, scooting forward to peer outwards. He seemed unconcerned. It was cold, her limbs were likely stiff from being cramped under there and pressed against the freezing ground. The way out was straight past him and since it was a dead end there was no other hope for escape. She wasn't going to get away unless he allowed her to.

At her snippy question he glanced at her, his blue eyes mild with amusement. "Because the whole market place saw you steal. I can't let the people of Amaranthine believe that criminals can get away with such things in plain view of the guards. They wouldn't feel safe anymore. And the baker would be very angry. Just because I don't want to lock you up doesn't mean I'm going to ignore your crime." Declan knew he'd probably end up paying for the bread out of his own pocket when the day was done, but she didn't need to know that. It would probably just make her all the more indignant. She seemed like a young woman who didn't want the help of anyone; stubborn even when she was cold and starving.

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[info]utheriel
2012-03-28 09:06 pm UTC (link)
Unseen her brows drew up toward her hairline as she an incredulous look and snorted under her breath. “Oh yes, the whole marketplace of… how many was it?” Biting at her lip she paused, fingers tapping over the cobblestone, as she pretended to recall the amount of people who weren’t out on the street. “That’s right… no one.” It might not have been entirely accurate, there were some people who had braved the bitter cold to run some errands, but by and large the marketplace stood abandoned today. In fact the very streets of Amaranthine itself lay quiet.

Scooting forward she poked her head out, hands braced on either side of her just waiting to push her back to safety, and got her first good look at the human standing watch over her. Sitting watch over her really. After giving him a rather carefree nod of greeting she carefully ran her eyes up and down his frame as she tried to take his measure. Sadly he wasn’t one of the few paunchy guards but the lack of heavy breathing as he chased after her earlier had sort of given that away. Still he was younger than she had expected. Most guards she encountered came in the form of grumpy older men. It all just equaled up to a harder time getting away from him.

“Anyways are you arresting me or are you going to try and make me pay for my crime,” she asked coldly. “Because there is no way I am coming out from under here you have the slightest idea of chaining me up and if I had money I would have just bought the damned bread.” She mentioned money but her earlier tone hinted well enough at what sort of payment she thought the human might try and demand of her.

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[info]d_gallagher
2012-03-29 01:11 am UTC (link)
Declan looked over at the young elf, his gaze meeting her's and a slight smile slipping over his face. "I didn't say I was going to do either. Though arresting you might be doing you a favor. At least you'd have a warm place to sleep for the night, and some food." He looked like he was sitting carelessly, like she could get out and just run past him without any challenge. But the truth of the matter was, Declan had the alleyway well blocked off and she wouldn't be getting away unless he let her.

"Why don't you come out of there?" he asked. "No need to hide down there on the cold ground." He rubbed a hand over his jaw and sighed softly. "How long since you'd last had something to eat? Somewhere to stay?" He looked at her. "Are you all alone?"

He understood there were greater dangers to being an elf and a woman alone on the road, even in a city with guards like him. There were those who would take advantage of desperation, there were those who would use their size and strength to overpower someone smaller and weaker. There were people who would tempt someone who was hungry or cold with kindness, then turn out to be cruel. She shouldn't be alone. It wasn't right.

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[info]utheriel
2012-04-06 04:47 am UTC (link)
The look on Seda’s face showed just how much she would appreciate Declan’s favor if he actually went through with the process of attempting to arrest her. It was definitely one she wasn’t interested in. She would much rather be sleeping outside in the cold with little to no shelter than spend her nights locked away in some human guarded cell. At least with the early hour there wasn’t the added risk of the man trying to drag her off to the alienage to play with all the good little boys and girls. She snarled silently to herself at the thought of such a place. She still couldn’t believe, didn’t want to believe, that elves just let themselves be corralled up.

“I’m not hiding. You know exactly where I am. You can see me and everything.” Rolling slightly she crossed her arms, creating a pillow on which she lay her head, almost glad that the man had pulled her away from her ever darkening thoughts regarding the alienages. “And I just ate,” she continued carefully, as if the man was slow. “Don’t you remember? You made such a fuss about it. I did just find this wonderfully dry place nearby but I will admit the company leaves a lot to be desired. Poor neighbors, you know.” Falling silent she blew a stray tuft of hair away from her eyes before turning her gaze back to the nearby guard, face carefully composed.

“You know,” she started, “you still haven’t said what you plan to do with me. You come up with some sort of plan yet, Guardsman? I don’t mind waiting but my toes are starting to go numb here.” As if to demonstrate her point she wiggled her toes, unseen, within the safe confines of her boots.

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[info]d_gallagher
2012-04-20 01:11 am UTC (link)
Declan chuckled softly. "Well, if being under a wagon makes you happy, then by all means.." He motioned towards her with his hand. "Continue." He crossed his arms behind his head against the wall to pillow it when he leaned back, his legs splayed out on front of him, knees bent. He was silent for a moment, then smirked slightly and shook his head.

"That isn't what I meant. Aren't you a smartass." He laughed again, then looked serious. "I know when times are lean it can be days for some people between meals. People who can't afford them." He studied her, or what he could see of her from where she was hiding. He wondered how many days she went hungry, how often she was cold and alone.

"You know, the Chantry offers haven to those who need it, and food." He rubbed his jaw, not considering that an elf might not feel welcomed in a Chantry. He believed that the teachings were true, that all the children of Amaranthine were to be watched over by the Revered Mother and those beneath her care. At least, his mother had always spoken that way.

He blinked up at her question then smiled a little. "What I'm to do with you? I'm going to annoy you for a while longer, so you'll think about how troublesome it will be to steal again. And I'm going to warn you, that other guards won't care that you're just hungry or desperate. They'll toss you in jail and you might be there a long time."

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[info]utheriel
2012-06-07 06:03 am UTC (link)
At the mention of the Chantry the elf’s nose scrunched up in displeasure. It wasn’t that she hated the Chantry but it certainly wasn’t something she liked. She had taken advantage of having a warm, dry place to take shelter in a time or two but she was always uncomfortable inside the chantries. There was a history of blame there that she would never be able to forget. The Chantry had robbed the Dalish, robbed her, of their chance at a new home.

“I don’t like to have the Chant thrown at me,” she muttered dismissively to the guard, “Like it explains everything.” It was true enough as she really had no interest in hearing the Chant more than she had to, which should have been never but sadly wasn’t since it seemed like at least one person had to quote it a day. She knew what she believed in and the Maker was not it. “A word of advice though, Guardsman, you probably shouldn’t roll your eyes and scoff when someone does start chanting at you. It will net you a fair share of disapproval and pursed lips.” Or indignant sputtering she thought with a growing smirk.

“I’m not desperate,” she snapped out furiously before she took in a deep breath and fixed a grin on her face. “And I’m trembling,” she continued. “Really.” Removing one of her hands from beneath her head she stretched it toward the guard, a risk if ever there was one, and wiggled her fingers cheekily up at him. She was hoping he wouldn’t take the chance to grab her and drag her out but she was ready in case he decided to. “The very threat of you continuing to annoy me fills me with dread like you can’t imagine. In fact there is so much fear at the thought of you hanging around that I might have decided to dedicate my life to charity and goodwill so that it will never happen again.”

Snorting wryly she shook her head and shifted to see him better. “That was a little much, wasn’t it?”

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[info]d_gallagher
2012-06-21 01:47 am UTC (link)
Declan shrugged at her mention of the Chant. He'd grown up hearing it, from his own mother's lips after all. It wasn't something that was strange or unwanted as far as he was concerned. Even if he was not as pious as others; his mother or his sisters, or the sisters that greeted him by name every time he passed them in the street. But he still believed. At the same time, he didn't expect others to believe, and knew plenty that were not exactly devout.

"Nothing explains everything. So much of life is a mystery. Isn't that what they say?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he tilted his head back against the stone wall he sat before. "I'm sure that I learned that lesson from a young age, though the advice is appreciated."

Her furious snap that she was not desperate. It bespoke of quite the opposite, as far as Declan was concerned. But perhaps she was too ashamed to admit it. It must be hard to admit being so hungry, to be without anything. The sarcasm she offered though, made him smile and he laughed aloud. She might have seemed unfriendly off the bat, but this elf had a playful side about her.

"Perhaps it was a bit much," he agreed, his gaze flicking down to meet her's and he smiled.

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