"You remember Krem? My lieutenant that helped us out with the kelpie?"
Bull knew damn well that Geralt probably wasn't the kind of guy that forgot a face. Especially not the face of a man that showed up in full armor and a maul the size of Smash. Never mind the work Krem had actually done on the kelpie itself.
But it was a good preface.
"I was with another mercenary group, Fisher's Bleeders, and we were in a border town on the edge of the Tevinter Imperium, just killing time between jobs, spending money in every place of ill repute we could find. I walk into a tavern and find a Tribune and group of Tevinter soldiers surrounding this kid they had pinned on the floor, trying to strip him."
Bull could imagine what would have happened to Krem once the soldiers discovered his secret. He hadn't known about it at the time, but it hadn't mattered to him.
"Qunari have a long-standing dislike of Vints in general, so I grabbed one of the soldiers by the arm and slammed him into a wall, and the fight broke out from there. I lost sight of the Tribune, busy killing or downing the other soldiers. Next thing I know I'm turning and a mace slams into the side of my head. No time to think about it, no time to worry about it. Grabbed the mace in one hand and the Tribune in the other, killed him."
He huffed a laugh. "Poor Krem. He's from Tevinter too; when he was in the army they'd been training him to go to Seheron, where he'd be facing Qunari. And he's shaken, looking at this half-mauled monster who's asking him if he's okay."
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Date: 2017-09-25 11:32 pm (UTC)Bull knew damn well that Geralt probably wasn't the kind of guy that forgot a face. Especially not the face of a man that showed up in full armor and a maul the size of Smash. Never mind the work Krem had actually done on the kelpie itself.
But it was a good preface.
"I was with another mercenary group, Fisher's Bleeders, and we were in a border town on the edge of the Tevinter Imperium, just killing time between jobs, spending money in every place of ill repute we could find. I walk into a tavern and find a Tribune and group of Tevinter soldiers surrounding this kid they had pinned on the floor, trying to strip him."
Bull could imagine what would have happened to Krem once the soldiers discovered his secret. He hadn't known about it at the time, but it hadn't mattered to him.
"Qunari have a long-standing dislike of Vints in general, so I grabbed one of the soldiers by the arm and slammed him into a wall, and the fight broke out from there. I lost sight of the Tribune, busy killing or downing the other soldiers. Next thing I know I'm turning and a mace slams into the side of my head. No time to think about it, no time to worry about it. Grabbed the mace in one hand and the Tribune in the other, killed him."
He huffed a laugh. "Poor Krem. He's from Tevinter too; when he was in the army they'd been training him to go to Seheron, where he'd be facing Qunari. And he's shaken, looking at this half-mauled monster who's asking him if he's okay."