Brightening 24 of Aperitus
Era II of the Celestine Mandate
Era XIV Post Fractum
”Blessed and Bloody Bollocks!” Matthes growled, spitting to the side.
”Gimme that back, girl, or so help me –“
”We can’t afford the extra weight, Matthes! And we’ve already packed enough food for two cycles, which, frankly, is 19 brightenings longer than I’d like to be down there!” Ethilde replied with a scowl, waving the extra jerky around.
”We need to fit more rope and a wound kit, we can’t-“
”Then I’ll damn well carry it, Falconeye,” he said, snatching for it and missing.
”Can’t just take it - it’s mine!”
This had been going on for at least 10 minutes. Before that, it had been an argument over whether two pickaxes or one pickaxe and one regular hatchet would be easier to bring, and before that it had been who would walk in front of the group and who would walk in back. All told, it had been a good hour of arguments over one thing or another, and subsequently the gear had been spread around rather than packed.
They were waiting on the open grassy area behind the Ranger Hall. Ethilde Falconeye was a slender, stern-faced half elf. Her companion, Matthes Aleander was an angry, cantankerous old man with grizzled hair and, apparently, an incredible need for jerky. Separately, they were competent, useful rangers with similar yet different skill sets and radically opposed ways of going about their work. Together? They were a disaster.
OOC: This thread is closed for all but Hoskuld and Philyra.