Fields of Crimson

Unwanted Attention

"Running and shouting down the road like that could've drawn the wrong kind of attention, las." Vanikath was no longer scorning the flustered blonde, but handing her a more or less cryptic warning to foreshadow what would undoubtedly cross her path sooner or later. The wrong kind of business. He heavily tread down a different path than she had initially taken, crossing a few hidden and secluded paths until they were both far from the direction of the pub and the noise faded and faded into mere white noise. "Why're you in this dump anyways?" His stone cold features turned over his shoulders for a brief moment before turning back around. This dump, was exactly that. He despised it here. He despised the bloody defenceless farmers. He despised the citizens. He especially despised the guards, that, as he strategically slithered passed them, eyed him cautiously as if they recognised the dark elf from somewhere. Which they did. Soon enough the buildings were lessening, and he presumed she must've been quite uneasy about where exactly he was heading currently. He momentarily paused and swiftly whirled on his heel to spy if she were still following him.

"You keep out of trouble?" He inquired with a causal tip of his head, but there was an underlying question. It was odd to him to see someone so uninvolved in the chaos that was the divided terrains. It made him a tad bit uneasy too, that he didn't know her experience nor her intentions on his lowly part of the landscape since she wasn't very delved into it. He led her right into an area where stables had been implanted into the ground and structured upwards in wooden patterns. It was pure solitude, and only a few other handful of guards lingered with their torches nearby in sparse armour away from the blonde and ravenette. He reached down to his hip and withdrew a thinner looking blade with a bone for a handle, but obviously it was crafted for cutting deeper into the flesh with swifter dexterity. "I want you to try and kill me. I know you must want to after the way I've been speaking to you, so have a go at it." The oddly shaped knife was held out for her taking. "If you can so much as nick me with it, I promise your payment will be very handsome."

She hadn't noticed that they were straying quite far from the tavern where he had seemed to be going at first. She followed, simply listening to him. Akhira glanced over her shoulder now and then, for the fear of Bratis' return made her uneasy. As the Elf eyed her suspiciously every now and then, she managed to keep a rather stoic expression. Who the hell did he think he was? Talking to her like that. It was rubbish.

"That depends. What's your definition of trouble?" She chuckled tauntingly. Answering a question with a question. All men hated that, did they not? Once they were beneath the odd structure, she came to a halt. This was no tavern, nor any other sort of actual building. There was nobody else nearby, which meant that his intention was only to get her alone, just like Bratis."I've been trying to find a place to live, if you're so curious to know why I'm in this dump. I stopped for a drink and some food. As you can see, I didn't get what it was I came for."

As the man drew his blade, she took a step back, bumping her achilles against a piece of wood on the ground. She winced beneath her breath and paused, holding her breath as he spoke. What the actual hell was he talking about? "What did you just say?" Her brows arched and she felt a chill down her spine. If she could barely outrun a man just a few moments ago, how did he believe that she could even manage to kill him? This Elf had downed a fully grown men within half of a second, and she cowered in fear as it happened. And now he expected her to do the same to him? "You want me to try to kill you." She echoed him, attempting to make sense of his demand. She eyed the handle that was carved of bone quizzically, and she took yet another step away from him. "I don't want to do that.. I don't want any coin from you either, Elf." In this tough situation, she ended up bringing up his race, just to make herself feel as if she had some sort of upper hand, and or, way out of this. Sadly, she didn't. "You expect me to attempt to kill a man who just stabbed someone and left him to die?" This was dangerous.