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"Killing time." She grinned happily at him. "Technically, there's not supposed to be a lot of that left." She leaned forward and started talking a little more softly.

"There's trouble on the way y'know...but hell," She stood and walked a few paces back and forth, kicking up small waves, and speaking normally again.

"Why waste what you have left, right?"

"Ah! Shhh! What, do you want people to panic? Whisper!" She waved her hands frantically, then placed one on her hip. "It's nothing really, no need to rush."

She blinked and then smiled politely. "I'm called Sam, whats your name?"

She nodded, as if that had been the name she'd been looking for.

"Well Leon, let me tell you, I've seen some strange things lately, you'd be surprised! But first, tell me who've you been fighting? You looked a little mopey when you first came up to me, did it not go well?"

She did the little head tilt again, looking him over. "You DID say the other guy was unconscious, right? That sounds like a win!"

Okay, check it out, its like this...

On a little boat - a small one, sort of like a row boat, in horrible condition - Tzenidaar came into the harbour. Nobody had seen the man for a while now, and he looked pretty damn dishevelled. His clothes were in bad condition, with tears and holes, stains and dirt, but his face appeared pretty clean, sort of like patchy stubble or something; his facial hair just grew slowly for some reason, otherwise, he'd probably have some beard.

As soon as the little boat got close to the docks, he stood up in the craft, hoisting that large slab of metal he called a sword onto one shoulder, displacing its balance as it began to rock and tilt against the waves. It was almost surprising that he hadnt sunk carrying that thing on the rickety little boat of his.

And once he was close enough, he stepped off the water craft and onto pristine wooden planks, kicking off the boat and sending it drifting away from the artificial surface of the docks.

Hold on...

He scratched his stomach with his free hand and snorted, gathering flegm in the back of his throat before he spat to the side into the sea.

Wonderful, aint it? Well, it certainly didnt seem like his manners have changed.

And then he let out a great yawn as he began strolling into the city, wondering if there was anything worth doing around this place. Why? Because he had recently taken up the mercenary business; jobs for money.

Tzenidaar, that b*****d! He actually had the nerve to try and ditch her at this point and time.

Ardielle made her way off the barge onto dry land, nearly running as she made her way off the boat. She had awoken the night before and found that the chimera had disappeared; taken one of the small rowboats in the middle of the night to head off on his own, leaving her to pay for their passage by herself.

If not for the captain's assurance that the nearest land structure was the ports of Latent, and that was the only place he could go, she would have taken a boat of her own to persue him, though she wouldnt know how.

Her loose shirt billowed lightly in the autumn breeze and her leather slacks revealed her shapely legs just fine as they moved to carry her quickly through the docks of the port town. Of course, not before paying the captain their passage fee.

In the past few months following the man, she had cut her hair short, almost boyish looking, and carried a single longsword at her hip rather than several knives and a shortsword.

Still fuming, she caught sight of him; those monsterous skeletal wings, and that giant cleaver he called a weapon poking out from the heads of the crowd, and quickly made her way towards him.

"b*****d! Where do you think you're going?" She called out, not ten feet distant from him as she slowed her pace.

"You're suppose to be teaching me to fight." she called back at his non-chalant attitude, more than a little hint of annoyance in her voice. All he had been doing for the past few months was drag her around the world doing odd jobs and fighting random battles, and Ardielle was tired of it.

When Tzenidaar's hand went up to grasp the hilt of the sword, Ardielle already knew what was coming next. Travelling with him did teach her a few things, such as his habits and the way he carried himself, the little things which gave off subtle clues to his actions, and also, the devastating effectiveness of the odd weapon which shatters stone and shreds through steel plates as if it were nothing more than a tin can.

When he began to swing the weapon, she was already moving out of its way. A few months ago and she would have probably screamed in surprise as it flew by, inches away from cutting her thread of life in half, but now, you could say she was used to it, not to mention the speed of which he swung it certainly did not mean that he was actually serious about trying to kill her. But that didnt help her mood one bit.

"What in the blazes was that for?" She scolded him, in the middle of the street, ignoring the confused looks of people nearby.

Tzenidaar answered her question so quickly that she herself had little time to think on it, barely soaking in the words as she hurried to catch up to his quick escape.

Ardielle found this situation sort of odd herself, how she would follow after him when she was clearly the one which handled their expenses. In fact, all their money was controlled by her, the brute having made it clear before that he didnt care too much about carrying his money himself, though he loved to make it. The contridiction was simply so vexing.

So why did she continue to follow him around when quite simply, he needed her around more than she needed him around?

Ardielle trailed after Tzenidaar quietly in contemplation, finally coming to the conclusion that she had to admit that he was growing on her. His bad attitude, rude mannerism, and provocative nature was something she was accustomed to after having been dragged around by the chimera on his... 'adventures'.

They were back in civilisation now, not in some wild untamed land where danger could come out of anywhere. Why was she following him at the moment? This was something more familiar to her than sleeping on the ground next to a dying campfire.

Not to mention, he would probably find her if he really wanted to. And he'd better, he still had things to teach her, or so she would believe. With hardly a word she waded off into the crowd inot the city. First order of business was to locate a place of residence. And then she would go around the city, taking in the sights and examining the vendors's wares.

It felt good to live like a person again, not like some wild animal.