[Viden Outskirts] of Huntsmen and Surgeons

[Sybil Malach]

"Such a thing is common." Comes the comment from Sibyl, head affixing upon the spine properly as a gloved hand extends, accepting the haunch of meat. The boiled meat is blinked at, for a moment. Unsalted, it's a rarity this time of year, regardless of the actual quality or source of the meat itself. A slow blink is given, as a breath is taken. In an attempt of exercising restraint, Sibyl simply takes a piece of leftover canvas within the cloak, and slowly begins to wrap it, "The Academy is known for its rather... Perceptive scholars." The student admits, with a slow shake of the head, "It'll be smelled on my breath. May as well not risk it." The statement resounding hollow, in an obvious attempt at self-restraint, as Sibyl give a slow shake of the head. The twine tying off the canvas at the center, before the parcel is placed within the cloak once more. How much space beneath this cloak does this Student have?

A blank blink is given at the mention of a hunt. A cant of the head, even, in consideration at the mere thought of such a thing. A roll of the shoulders is given, "Perhaps." Is the most that's given, in that breath, eyes shifting from Wald, and towards the tent itself, in a moment of curiosity, "The time of year is lethal for such ventures. I'll need some assurance I won't simply become... Well. Like those I treat." Sibyl says, eyes returning to Wald, "The tent may be good for yourself, but between you, I, and the animals, it could prove to be quite a bit of an endgame. At least, during the season of Cylus."

A nod of the head, however, is given, once the matter is confirmed. A relieved sigh escapes Sibyl's lips as the eyes shift towards the entrance flaps of the tent, where the animals were nudged out from, "Very well. Bring whichever you feel is most fit for the task. ... The Academy is quite the distance away from where we must go." Steps are taken, slowly, to the slit in the wall that serves as the entrance. Yet not fully leaving. Seemingly waiting on Wald to finalize his decision and follow the Student back to the Citadel of Viden itself.

[Wald Lowca]

Shrugging from Sybil's comment over death in the wilderness. "The dangerous part of the cold is the wind, and from what I hear the wind is much greater in cites then where I live." Wald put his knife on his belt and slung his bow and arrows over his shoulder locking up his chest before slipping past the young student.

Once out of the tent Wald stroked the main of the horse and looked into her eyes for a moment. Tell me girl are you able to be around people? The horse as if understanding walked into the tent as an answer to Wald thoughts. With a soft smile Wald said under his breath gently. "It looks like she is not ready" He took the rope on the donkey and guided her forward slowly and stroked under her chin. You are always up for work. Wald thought with a warm heart.

"We will be taking her, she may not look it but this one is a hard worker." Wald said while presenting the donkey. This should be quick if not i can stand one night outside this place even if its noisy. At least I have grabbed supplies from the store house before all this. Wald got the donkey set for the journey quickly and asked the young one. "So lets go run your masters request and if i see him its good i am dressed in my best cloths." This was meant to lighten the mood but really it just showed how much he really cared about status in the city and how ragged his life was outside.

[Sybil Malach]

A slow nod is given to the outlander's wisdom regarding the wind. A brow, however, quirks at the mere mention of winds being harsher in cities than elsewhere. The thought stalls in Sibyl's mind for a moment. Half of Viden was carved out of a cliff's face. The entrance of any sort of wind was somewhat rare, unless one was happening to live in the outside of a large portion of the city itself. Lips knit to the side in thought. But then again, the exposed parts of the city, and the poorer districts... They likely weren't warm either. Strange. It was an unexpected thought that lingered within the Student. A slow shake of the head is given, before simply allowing the thought to slide, the Videnese typically had no time for such thoughts. Thinking between the lines of social castes were hard, after all.

"I wouldn't say that the wind is particularly strong here. The Citadel is... Very much embedded, and fortified." Is the only thing that can be offered, but it's something that's of vague confusion. Obviously speaking out of guesswork of areas unseen, more than actually giving an answer backed in cold hard fact. Bringing the cloak close upon the body, a breath is taken, smoothly, in deep consideration of the tent's entrance flap. Slowly the eyes glance towards the outlander. Both parties seeing one another as particularly strange, however, it's clear that the Student doesn't waste much time on attempting to iron that matter out just yet. Reaching up and over the cloak's front, a leather strap is pulled tightly over the front of the Student's body, seemingly just making sure that it won't billow too far from the body itself, "We can leave as soon as you're ready and prepared. ... Chances are, we will be in the Citadel for some time."

[Wald Lowca]

Leading the donkey to the road to be ready for moving. Wald motion over to the student "Would you like to ride her she doesn't bite.Also about your statement you must not have been around the cities legs have you. That is where your lower class is and it buffers the rest from the bulk of such winds moving up the cliff." Moving to start the journey Wald grips the rope and guides the donkey after making sure Sybil was ready to move.

Walking through the area in font of the gate house Wald gets stares from the merchants in the area none of which try and peddle anything to him due to his dress. The young one on the other hand is being asked to buy things left and right. Even being asked if the man guiding the donkey is their slave. This ground at Wald not one to be put under a master. As we got deeper into the traveling merchants they started to huddle closer trying to sell goods to the young student. Tho this crowd made Wald breath draw shorter as he griped the rope tighter as more people crowded around. Wald almost at the breaking point of his sanity felt a gently press on the back of his head. The donkey gently pressed her muzzle on him almost knowing the stress he was feeling from the crowd.

Finally leaving the merchants looking over to his young companion Wald said, "Now that we are out of the vultures nest you can point out the path and i can follow it much easier." This came out as a sigh of relief and a much more stressed voice came out then what has been spoken so far. The crowd almost got the better of Wald it seems.

[Sybil Malach]

"I suppose it will be better than walking..." Comes the comment of half-consent from Sybil. Eyes languidly glancing to the side, a soft shake of the head, as the donkey is presented. Seemingly not willing to reject the offer, but none too comfortable with the idea of riding an animal such as it. Though, at the very least it was a donkey. The difference in height was the making and breaking point of the decision, internally, as a breath is taken. Swinging a leg over the donkey's back, as it's brought up and held still, the student places a hand over the mane, shifting about, trying to get the weight to balance properly on the creature's back, as Wald begins to set out. A blink of the eyes are taken, as the question is asked of Sibyl, however. To which is even given an answer, "I have had very little reason to go to those parts of the Citadel. Such Prisms, the Academy does not assign me, at least." Comes the idle sigh.

Cold green eyes idly focused on Wald, as the Student is led onward to the gates of Viden. A cant of the head is given, as the merchants say their fill. A slave owner with barely a horse to name? The thought somewhat made humor within the mind of Sybil, almost entirely hinting at the peddlers being of a low enough class to presume that the Student had much say in things. Eyes slowly shutting, as people began to crowd around...

It was a dull headache. Something that most people would see as negative. But it was something that soothed something deep within Sibyl. A deafening noise is better than deafening silence. The clamor and abrasiveness of mankind is preferable to the sterile ice wastes of the distant Videnese towns. Strange. Though these men and women thoroughly annoyed SIbyl, it was as though there was a connection here that was... Obvious. When a mouth speaks, an ear listens. Something happens between, and although Sibyl does not understand, the sensation is more pleasant than the actual words being spoken. Noise.

A blink of the eyes, as Sibyl seems to be taken aback for just a moment, refocusing, "They do this to all outlanders, I'm sure." Comes the comment, as the two begin to enter the city, "... Down that street..." Comes the first direction of many.

[Ghoul]

YOUR REVIEW

here you go sweets!

Sorry for the delay on getting this done - but I did enjoy reading this. Reading the two try to figure each other out was interesting and the dealmaking process between them was a solid interaction. Sybil's completely blase attitude to everything feels like teenage ennui. Ah, the days. Wald seemed to handle it just fine, too.

Knowledge

Sybil
Psychology: Death is a sensitive subject requiring tact
Psychology: The immediate impact of class discrimination
Surgery: A strong gut and assertive demeanor is needed
Surgery: You won't save everyone, don't waste the resources
Discipline: Patience is needed with foreigners
Discipline: Resisting disgusted responses
Sociology: Bartering is a constant in society
Negotiation: Outsiders value vastly different things
Negotiation: Trade is a good mediator
Socialization: Playing off eccentric behavior
Socialization: Favors can be exchanged for favors
Chemistry: Applications of mint leaves
Politics: Slavery is a point of view

Wald
Animal Husbandry: Cleaning mud and dirt out from the hoof
Animal Husbandry: Understanding your animal's wants
Animal Husbandry: You are both in it together
Negotiating: Trade isn't always for material gain
Negotiating: Favors are also trade goods
Detection: Picking out details from peoples clothing
Detection: Finding out more about someone through their eyes
Endurace: the cold never bothered me anyway
Stealth: Keeping your heart rate down in crowds
Stealth: Do not use herbs or perfumes when hiding
Hunting: Keep your scent hidden
Cooking: Able to cook rodents

Points

Points: 15/15, for both
Renown: 0

Loot/Injuries

Injuries: N/A

Loot: You've requested none

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