awkward romance between a rogue and a wizard

Fortweld

Through the snowy fields, the blistering winds, the freezing wind biting and nipping at their skin, the harsh winters along the way to Fortweld were relentless. Twig almost died of frostbite, meaning luthien had to put a wisp of fire in front of him to keep warm while Payne was a human heater and held Honey close to her chest bridal style causing Luthien stick her tongue at her friend who has acquired one of the best heating sources as of right now. The landscape, what seemed for miles was nothing but white; pure solid white. What seemed like days was only hours as a large mountain made its way into view, a dark shadowy silhouette upon a blanket of white and skies of light gray and if the 4 weren't mistaken, there was a little bonfire at the top; meaning they were close to their destination. Their eyes lit up, mostly Twigs for he had been so desperate to get to a warmer, more stagnant fire.  With a common goal in mind they all made haste to get to that mountain and to that sweet, sweet, fire.

As they arrived there it looked exactly as everyone expected it to look like, a huge hole in the wall; more so a hole in the side of a mountain. Approaching a makeshift, rusty and presumably unstable elevator provided for visitors, they all make their way up to the top. With the hum and purr of the elevator the 4 made a little conversation as they ascended toward the summit, Twig talking to Honey about his travels and Luthien noticing how Twig's skin got paler and had more of a rosey  tint to it now being nearly frostbitten yet his brown eyes looked toasty and warm, so warm to where it filled her up with a gentle, fuzzy warmth as well. Catching her staring Luthien turns her head, recollects herself and looks at the snowy scape out and below. 

As Honey started to talk to Payne Twig was looking out upon the vast snowscape too, but turning his head to the side he looks at Luthien's Profile. Her skin looked lighter, her eyes stood out compared to the vast white before them her raven hair had snowy flecks in it but with her earthy palette he could say she looked like the embodiment of springtime with her smell of fresh flowers which he couldn't help but notice being in such close proximity to her. Said girl then looked at Twig in his brown eyes, Boring into warm brown orbs like they were made of the finest whiskey containing mixed feelings but overall, were warm enough. Twig gazes into Luthien's nonjudgmental violet orbs like amethysts containing so much wisdom and...pain? It didn't take long before Luthien broke eye contact first shaking her head thinking to herself 'what right do I, a Wood Elf Wizard have to like a Dragonborn; its forbidden by the laws of my land. You have to remember that Luthien!' She scolds herself mentally, forcing her feelings down.

Approaching the summit, the 4 got off the lift  and what greeted them was a large bustling dwarven city, no way to tell day or night besides a clock in the heart always aglow and telling the time. This was it; this was Fortweld. Walking further our 4 travelers notice something amiss, a few dwarves are acting more flowery than usual and seemed to be more stuck up; like an elf. Not knowing what was missing caused them to perceive and observe their surroundings with heightened caution and Honey pointed out that there was dynamite laced all around and about the enterance in case of an oncoming attack. That's not odd; or is it?

"So, where to?" Asks Twig 

"I think we should see the blacksmith, see what he has to offer in case of a battle." Luthien spoke up.

"Agreed." Honey simply states while Payne just nods. Upon entering the blacksmiths shop, a dwarf offers them a greeting, his name 'Baldohr' and wonders what brings them by meanwhile, Payne has this random urge to just backhand the lava and no one stops him. Sweat dropping, Luthien just turns, smiles and asks what he has to offer he responds

"Mainly shields however, if you through an ingot into the lava, you could get weapons."

This piques Luthien's interest "What kind of ingots?"

"You know, iron, gold, mytheral, the like."

She whispers to herself, smiling fondly  "that reminds me of a game kids used to play in my homeland." But it falls on deaf ears.

Payne overhears the conversation and just hurls his weapons into the lava alas, the lava spits his weapons back at him but with an engraved message on the handles of his halberds. Upon further inspection its an unknown language Luthien casts her identify spell so he can read it, it says

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔪𝔞𝔶 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔡𝔬𝔬𝔪 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔣𝔢𝔴 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔢

Honey pipes up "say, doesn't this remind you of those creatures we fought? You know, the ones with the soulless eyes and the big unnerving grins?" To which everyone nods in agreement, all except poor Twig who knows naught what they speak. The blacksmith overhears everything and tells them to talk to the barkeep about that topic and that he is located on the other side of town. 

"Well then, let's go to the bar!" He shouts pointing in the direction and runs, he is so fast our poor elf and bunny can't keep up; twig however can keep up with him easily, not breaking a sweat. Upon arrival Payne barges inside first, Twig next walking in calmly and then Luthien and Honey; still pristine as ever. The barkeep notices the odd lot of them and offers them something to drink.

"Water" Payne says, out of breath with sweat down his face, twig gets water as well, luthien gets a pint of ale and honey just asks for cinnamon buns; to which she gets the entire stock. She just gets handed the steaming tray as a huge commotion comes from the kitchen and an axe barely misses Twigs face leaving him in shock as well as the barkeep. Sighing he stands up and gives everyone in the kitchen some sense before coming out and talking. However, before that five more axes come out of the kitchen, All five just narrowly miss twig once again and Luthien giggles at that. 

The barkeep just pinched the bridge of his nose and sighs "they really can't do anything right oh my fucking god." Honey, being the angel she is, pats the barkeeps head in an attempt to console him and he talks once again.

"As I was about to say before I was so rudely interrupted, why are you guys here, especially you,Elf?" He asks, tone sharpening toward the end. Luthien knows dwarves and Elves don't get along, but she just looks up at him from her drink and shrugs; it couldn't be that bad if they let her have some booze. Getting wrapped with more and more questions the barkeep mentioned this mineral the dwarves found and ever since then, the ones that have found it act like 'pompous twats'. He also mentions there is a house to rob in the rich part; the east side of town but warns that there are guards.

Honey questions, swallowing a cinnamon bun "what is the ratio of sober to drunk guards?"

"75:25" Baldohr responds simply to which Honey just hums signaling she heard him.

Twig keeps talking about a souvenir and is so adamant about it that it annoys the barkeep to where he snaps at him and goes to punch him, but luthien wasn't having that "I don't think so." She says threateningly and blocks the punch with her fist. Twigs eyes widened 'what a woman.' He thought, impressed.

Paynes ears perk when some wise yet drunken idiot mentions something about an abandoned building. Payne looks at the loud mouthed dwarf and goes to kick his chair but Twig and Luthien grab his shoulders yanking him back and falling flat on his ass. Because of all his armor, the floor shook catching the drunkards attention, engaging in conversation with him while honey steals his cinnamon buns

"You know about an abandoned building?" Payne interrogates

"Right, but I'm not going to tell you that easily; your kind killed my family."

"Oh boo hoo, let me play a sad song on the worlds tiniest violin. Grow up, it wasn't me specifically so don't blame me for something I didn't even do." Payne argues with the dwarf who just slurs curses at him and says

 "So in order for me to tell you, you must take every last one of us in a bar fight." To which Payne accepts wordlessly, stepping forward. Luthien grabs her staff, a sadistic look in her violently violet eyes also stepping forward, honey sits in her spot like a perfect little lady and Twig suddenly feeling this is the chance to redeem himself also joins in the fight. 

"You're on." Payne challenges threateningly.