Post by Sir Dmitrii Zurban on Mar 21, 2008 10:43:21 GMT -6
~ continued from the Infirmary ~
The meeting with Aislin, repairing his thigh and formulating a plan to leave, was brief. Interrupted by miscommunication and the blond returning with a shaved stick to use as a cane.
Dmitrii taking up his sword from the floor, sheathed it. he once used it as support and now accepted the cane with mumbled curse words in Russian; hobbling out of the Infirmary. Into the streets, looking one way then the other, he took the reins of the black Friesian and hobbled down the street.
The first stop was a tavern of ill-repute… Was he hoping to take out his anger on some local hoodlums for just intent on drinking himself silly… or both? Inside the run-down tavern, Dmi sat at a table and ordered whiskey… not long after, the glass was brought to him by a chubby girl of not-so-fair-face. Taking the glass he looks about the dimlit establishment and mumbled in his native language.
Three orders later, four empty glasses sat on the table, as he ordered yet another… This time, the same girl brought him two glasses instead of one, and offered him a smile. He grabbed the girl by the hand and forced her into a chair. “You are working too hard… sit and keep a warrior company.” The girl sat and began to bide his time.
For over an hour, Dmitrii spilled his woes to the girl, not caring whether she wanted to listen or not. He spoke of Inverness, his wife’s death, his being abandoned on a battlefield, and his subsequent arrival in Skye. “Sae ye naet bae fro’ Turas Lan eh milord?” the girl asked. Dmi shook his head… “Ah ‘ear the Duchess be a fair woman… and fight for woman’s rights dae same as men.” Again Dmi spoke with head movement, providing her a nod. “Da… “M’Lady Bess is a fine woman… strong and fair… a woman of good quality… a woman a man be proud of…” then he downed his drink… the steel grey eyes began to blur and his mind wandered back to Tory…
Dmitrii, filled with whiskey and pain stood upon one foot… then took his cane with one hand and the girl’s wrist in the other… “Come, help me upstairs and then take my worries away girl… and we shall discuss yer woes as well...”
Then with his arm over her shoulder, the pair disappeared upstairs into a room, one suited for what they were to endulge in… with the slam of a door, Dmitrii would soon soothe manly desires before placing his life upon death’s door once again in battle.
