͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟𝑪𝑨𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑨,

/ I love her already 

╱ and to be fair she was born and raised to be a royal guard. she might have failed her duty when the kingdom fell but that instinct is still pretty much embedded in every fibre of her being. 

╱  got those mama bear instincts 

@empirenow "I just listen in the stands, there's nothing but twisted and callous logic to be shared when they're not discussing the odds."  He explained as the faint clash of blades was heard in the distance. "You can only hear the loudest cheers, curses from the inside of the arena, but the quieter voices have worse to say." He shared. "I don't know what it speaks of people, of a crowd to get caught up in these attitudes while you fight. " While she endured the aftermath of her fight and her wounds, he seemed to wrestle with his own behavior and that of the people. 
            
            

 "and by 'someone' you mean you?" 
            
                  BLOOD. the drops thick and crimson fall between fingers clasped about her arm, the patter like a light rain upon the floor of the under-arena. the question still lingers in the air, a brow raised though her visage remains wholly unamused at being found here by him of all people. a roar of a crowd rises from above, muted, falling as another match begins. the evening is still young after all. her eyes sink closed, a sigh falling from her lips as she leans back in the bench. "what do you want, cole? it's too early for another lesson."  
            
                 @TalkbackTenfold ,   

 arms cross over a broad chest, a shoulder leant against a well worn support. "you don't think the drunken fight's are entertainment enough?" a questioning in her eyes, yet still a hint of a playful smile comes upon her lips as she regards the other. 
            
               @bardelion

@empirenow 
            
            “ i play wherever i please .  and that includes shitholes such as these  ,  pubs and taverns alike get rather boring without some type of musical entertainment..  wouldn’t you agree ?  ”

 "fair enough . .  you uh, you sure you're in the right place,  friend?  don't usually see a fresh face like your's in this kind of shitehole."  
            
               @bardelion   

@hntingrxunds ╱  <3 ! 

@whirlwindruid * ╱   thank you <3 <3 
            and omg the bg3 fandom lives ??? 

 "what do you want me to say, 'please and thank you?' i don't have time for niceties. i'm in a hurry." 
            
            @townsprincess ,    

/ can i have her thx

╱  jk  

╱ so ! if you want someone to throw you against a wall– 

her eyes widened, narrowed as she attempted to make sense of the objects that swam in and out of focus. she reached for her drink and pulled it closer, taking a steadying breath as she lifted the rim to her lips. she had only taken a small drink when the bartender gestured. her brows furrowed, confusion flooding her features but still she acquiesced. "my hands?" she slurred, holding out one of the hands wrapped in bloodied bandages. 
            
                —-  @thornfield_    

@empirenow 
            
            with a quick glance around the tavern she sighed. sliding the coins back she went and poured another drink which she set down on the counter. she had noticed her bandaged hands. rummaging under the counter she dropped a few glass jars and a basket on the open space in front of her. “ let me see your hands.” rosalyn gestured to bring her hands closer.

"JUST ONE MORE." 
            
                   the clink of coin sounds upon the counter. is it a gold or a copper? not that it matters. a drink is the only want for a pitiful soul at this hour and she'll pay any price to numb the ache in her broken hands, her sore ribs, and the pain that rests deeper still.  "please?"
            
            
            ID: @thornfield_