Eliad walked back into the inn. He seemed to be rather tired and…worn…and sore…from the small fight he had with Aleixo. He winced as he walked to the fireplace. In the corner of his eye, he saw Nyssalvia and Iriul at the small stairs. Nyssalvia blinked at Eliad before beckoning him over.
“That far west might not be a good idea…,” said Iriul. “Who loves silver more than them, eh?”
“They don’t’ have to know what we are stopping,” answered Nyssalvia. “All they need to know is that we need abled bodies, and that they’ll be paid.”
Eliad blinked and glanced over towards the two, moving to pretend that he was not sore.
“Hello, there…,” greeted Eliad.
“You know Gamber already,” smiled Nyssalvia, looking at Eliad. She then looked at the back of the Inn. “May we speak with you for a moment?”
“Very well,” answered Eliad, nodding but holding back a sigh.
He followed the three to the back to where they go into an adjacent room with tables and a fireplace. Nyssalvia waited for Iriul to close the door, then looked to Eliad.
“How are you?” smiled Nyssalvia.
“I’ve…been better…,” answered Eliad, giving a small smile towards her.
Truthfully, he wasn’t lying to her.
Nyssalvia nodded her head before crossing her arms. This was definitely a different Nyssalvia, as she did not waste time with small chat.
“I want to offer you a job, Eliad,” said Nyssalvia.
Eliad raised a brow at the words before crossing his arms, doing his best not to wince.
“What sort of job?” asked Eliad.
Iriul raised his hand to his chin, holding himself back from interrupting. Nyssalvia looked to Iriul, letting him speak.
“Not him,” said Iriul, shaking his head. “Not for this, no chance.”
“Still don’t trust me, hm?” asked Eliad, sighing softly as he glanced at him.
“We cannot be picky for this,” said Nyssalvia, looking at Iriul. “We have to literally take what we can get, and, he is friend to my Captain. That is the only reason I am letting this slide.”
He smiled to Eliad, meaning no disrespect.
“Friend?” Eliad thought to himself. Aeru actually thinks of me like that or is she just saying that..?
“Surprised?” replied Iriul, spreading his arms as he looked at Eliad. “Should I tie you to my horse and drag you through a tour of my reasons?”
Nyssalvia marching over to him. She spoke in a language that Eliad did not understand, though Eliad could tell that she was not pleased with his words or decision.
“Quite frankly, a trip with you is the last thing that I need right now…,” replied Eliad, sighing again while shaking his head.
Again, he was not lying. Between of having to keep Aleixo in control and the ordeal with his sister, he really would not have the opportunity to travel away from Bree without something happening.
“No,” said Iriul, shaking his head. “Not to my name.”
He kept his eyes on her, stubborn as ever. A courier walked into the room, opened the door and handed a letter to Nyssalvia. She scanned over it, raising a brow before folding it.
“Either recruit him, or forgive him, but one or the other has to happen,” said Nyssalvia, leaving the room afterwards.
“Neither…,” replied Iriul, shaking his head.
Eliad glanced over towards Iriul once again, keeping his arms crossed.
“Why still compare me to the others?” asked Eliad.
“Elaborate this!” came a shout, the voice similar to Nyssalvia.
Iriul would not even answer, just shoved himself off the table and walked out, following some sound of a woman shouting. Eliad sighed once again before following him.
