Post by Daisy on Mar 24, 2013 11:33:16 GMT -5
It was a small room, but it was warm and the bed was comfortable. She didn't even remember stripping off her armor and drawing the covers over herself. During the night her body healed, fixing the aches of the road. When she woke the sun was already well on its way to climbing across the sky.
The body was willing, but the spirit lagged. She lay motionless in the bed for a long while, before instinct and nature rebelled against the unnatural inaction. She got dressed on autopilot and went to the inn's communal facilities. The hot bath was a decadent luxury. After, she returned to her room and a single question stuck in her mind like a splinter.
What now?
Her stomach answered with a call to be filled, and while that might be her most immediate concern there was also the slightly less immediate future to think about. She wasn't made of money. In fact her coffers were dangerously low. She'd have to do something to earn some coin.
And that problem brought her back, close to the root of her angst. She was only really well acquainted with one skill set : violence. She was no diplomat, hell she wasn't even cut out to be a serving girl. Patience and her were not exactly old friends.
She sighed heavily. No labor skills, no education, no social skills, no way of making her way in life outside of putting the hurt on another person. Which wasn't a problem, or hadn't been.
But now.
Well, one could only go through life the way she did for so long before the weight of victims caught up with ones spirit. Or so it seemed. She didn't _want_ to embrace the violence anymore.
Maybe there was something out there she could actually do.
Of course, there was only one way to find out.
She hung one of her hammers from her hip, put a few coins in her pocket and secreted the rest away in her room before opening the door, heading into the world, and trying to tread a new path.
The body was willing, but the spirit lagged. She lay motionless in the bed for a long while, before instinct and nature rebelled against the unnatural inaction. She got dressed on autopilot and went to the inn's communal facilities. The hot bath was a decadent luxury. After, she returned to her room and a single question stuck in her mind like a splinter.
What now?
Her stomach answered with a call to be filled, and while that might be her most immediate concern there was also the slightly less immediate future to think about. She wasn't made of money. In fact her coffers were dangerously low. She'd have to do something to earn some coin.
And that problem brought her back, close to the root of her angst. She was only really well acquainted with one skill set : violence. She was no diplomat, hell she wasn't even cut out to be a serving girl. Patience and her were not exactly old friends.
She sighed heavily. No labor skills, no education, no social skills, no way of making her way in life outside of putting the hurt on another person. Which wasn't a problem, or hadn't been.
But now.
Well, one could only go through life the way she did for so long before the weight of victims caught up with ones spirit. Or so it seemed. She didn't _want_ to embrace the violence anymore.
Maybe there was something out there she could actually do.
Of course, there was only one way to find out.
She hung one of her hammers from her hip, put a few coins in her pocket and secreted the rest away in her room before opening the door, heading into the world, and trying to tread a new path.