[A weird and weirdly friendly redheaded woman in scale medieval fantasy armour and a friendly goth walk into a bar. Well, if by bar one means the woods, then that's absolutely what's happened.
Dukken's no boyscout but, to his credit, he's not only stuck around waiting for her to come back but made himself useful by collecting firewood and tinder. By the time she returns he's gotten a small, steady flame going - in no small part thanks to the matches and lighter in his pockets - and is sitting his skinny ass down on a log holding his hands out to warm them.
He turns his head at the rustling of her approach, mouth hanging open a little at the dead animal slung over her shoulder. God and she's so matter of fact about it, too. But somehow that all makes sense, what with the armour and everything. It's pretty fucking cool, if you ask him.]
Shit... [He shifts on the log to face her a little better with a smile that almost reaches his eyes.] Did you just... take that down on your own? With a sword? [He cuffs out an awed little laugh, his first since waking up in this strange new place with his own blood on his hands.]
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Dukken's no boyscout but, to his credit, he's not only stuck around waiting for her to come back but made himself useful by collecting firewood and tinder. By the time she returns he's gotten a small, steady flame going - in no small part thanks to the matches and lighter in his pockets - and is sitting his skinny ass down on a log holding his hands out to warm them.
He turns his head at the rustling of her approach, mouth hanging open a little at the dead animal slung over her shoulder. God and she's so matter of fact about it, too. But somehow that all makes sense, what with the armour and everything. It's pretty fucking cool, if you ask him.]
Shit... [He shifts on the log to face her a little better with a smile that almost reaches his eyes.] Did you just... take that down on your own? With a sword? [He cuffs out an awed little laugh, his first since waking up in this strange new place with his own blood on his hands.]