Grayell had actually come by to see how Ranewen was doing, only to find her absent again. The food he had brought was untouched but would last a few days if need be. He'd started picking up where she'd left off, some simply dragging of furniture and what not when the someone knocked at the door.
He removed his sash from his head and wiped the sweat from his face. He was covered in dust and grime, his shirt off. He took a gulp of water from the bucket he'd dragged in from the well and opened the door to find a strange face.
Grayell looked at her with a smirk and removed his hand... and then laughed. He walked around her, summing her up with his eyes. She was pretty, hardly a slip of a woman and seasoned. She had definition and her attitude showed the fire in her spirit. But many a person fancied themself a warrior and it took more than cockiness and bravado to impress him.
Well well. I have to say miss, I admire you spunk. But as the council is newly established in Wistvale, we're still in the process of forming a structured guard. In fact, my advisor Zaedus is the most likely candidate and I have seen him fight.
You - I have not. In fact we only just met so you'll understand my apprehension.
Grayell chuckled again but there was a twinkle in his eye. She certainly had a charming self assurance - something he was guilty of. His type of person actually.
Oh I'm not worried, last thing I need is another waif of a woman that screams victim. Wistvale is a rough town, especially for the week - and you've made it here alone. You wouldn't have if you couldn't handle yourself.
But still, whether I buy your reassurance or not, I would have to see what you can do. THEN I could only consider you for the guard. When Zaedus returns, well then we would be able to discuss the matter of position within the guard.
You do understand that I can't just have you the guard captain all of a sudden. That would be impetuous of me and I don't think you'd be taken seriously. Being that the guard answers directly to me - well it would cause far too much drama to be quite so foolish.
Besides, you would have to earn it, as anyone else would. You want a chance then good, but I'd be lying if I said we had an official trial or some damn thing dreamt up for hopefuls just yet.
Grayell laughed louder now, she was quite the card whether she meant it or not. She was brazen though, so he dropped a little of the 'official attitude'.
That's rich. Listen love, THAT is an entirely different trial alright?
He chuckles still, colors flushed with color. He brushes the hair from his face with his hand and nods.
Well in all honesty, the obvious thing is you have to be able to scrap. And not so you can beat someone's ass for being drunk, but rather so that you're not a target. You'll find a degree of respect comes from the known fact that you can back up your words, that you can see through your position.
Now, I'm more than willing to see you fight.... but we're not about to go looking for trouble. You've put me on the spot.
Grayell stepped back, his hand covering his eyes as he broke into laughter again, more hearty then prior. He almost gasped for air but managed to reduce it to a snicker. He looked at her - only to start laughing again. Finally, hands on his knees and bent over, he swallowed the laugh, wiped his eyes and looked at her.
Look. Yeah, I fight. I'm not some panty-waist politician alright? And seriously, I think you're probably just the kind of person I would enjoy a bit of rough and tumble with, if not half a pint of batshit crazy.
He laughed again, straightening up.
Seriously though, no offense meant - but I don't so much as know your name and your asking to scrap with me to prove your worth. I mean, you get an a plus for enthusiasm but yeesh....
Again with the chuckling.
Sorry, sorry I really am. It's not every day someone wants to try be beat my ass, looking for a job. I have to say you've really made me smile though. But fighting - well it's just not something I take lightly alright? Maybe we can come up with a better idea.
Besides.... I wouldn't want to hurt a stranger....
Grayell's smile was devilishly large after that, he pulled back a little even. Seems the councilman was teasing her just a hair. Harmlessly of course, there was no arrogance or hamr in his words.
She took a step forward forcefully, pushing him farther inside, lowering her head a little. She put a hand on the doorframe.
I can give you a reason to fight me. If you want. I don't have a place to call home, I haven't eaten in three days, and all I know how to do properly is fight. She set her jaw.
I need a job. And nothing in some low level guard. I deserve better, and will get it, no matter what it takes. Do you understand?