The World-Eater's Eyrie

Cerise; The Helpless Orsimer

  Cerise had been well finished with the course of her meal by the time the hinges groaned at the opening of the tavern door. The nord woman resisted the urge to turn at the cease of footsteps and drank lavishly from her tea. There was a pause in between the first door opening and the second, a slight scuffle of someone nearly tripping and then eerie silence.
Still, Cerise paid no heed to the newcomer until a soft growl escaped the maw of Bruse when footsteps drew too close for comfort.

The raven-haired woman turned her steely sapphire eyes on the olive-skinned woman with unusual blue eyes.
"I'm trying to venture to Whiterun...can't make the journey alone. Do you think you could help me?"

The orcish girl was quite young and rather vulnerable looking for someone of her kind. There was something quite off about the orsimer female; she was naturally smaller, looked as if she couldn't wield a sword, let alone the small knife brandished at her waist, and was staring at her with chillingly wide, blue eyes in a helpless way that made Cerise's blood curdle.

The nord raised her dark brow at the silly girl, making the scars on her face contort slightly at the gesture. As much as Cerise had once been beautiful, the mauled tissue on the right side of her body gave her an overall intimidating stature. The woman battled the thought of the whole situation relating to a previous bandit attack she had heard tales of once before. The men had used a small child to lure in innocent blood with cries of help and promises of good fortune for returning safely, but as the fact was, near all of the men that wandered that far would never return.

Despite the large risk of the simple quest, Cerise was more interested in the potential reward. If the person who posed this quest on this small girl was important, the reward could potentially mean a healthy sum of coin. I could use that to buy a new bow. Or a horse with a brain. The woman's eyebrow slowly rested as she apprehended the woman once more.

"I will escort you-" The woman's voice was abrasive and curt in her natural tone and the words swept around the orsimer girl like a thick velvet veil.
"-and you are to put in a good word with whoever you are meeting for me. If I am making the trip to Whiterun for you, something will come out of it. Understand?"
Cerise rose from her setting place, pulling her lean body to it's maximum height and towering over the freakishly scared child.

It was only around one and they could easily make a decent headstart if they left soon. The woman considered the small rabbit at her side and decided to tie the carcass to a strap on her knapsack for their dinner. Cerise quickly gathered her bearings and had the innkeeper refill her waterskins. After glancing over the woman she assumed the gear she carried was all she owned, and decided to purchase a water skin for the orcish girl who would be traveling with her. She tied her own back to her waist and checked over her stock of food before the beginning of their adventure. She had half a loaf of bread and three apples, which was ample supply until she could hunt something more down. Or so she thought.

"Ready then?"