Where is McDreamy?
11-04-2020, 08:31 PM
Short, sweet and to the point, the woman dropped a lot on him all at once. Tyrian frowned down at the sick woman as he considered her plight. He was inclined to say she wasn't his problem. After all she wasn't one of his wolves and thus he had no obligation to enlist the help of one of his wolves or use his supplies to tend to her. But, and this was not something he would admit out loud, she was a very beautiful woman and for that reason he was willing to consider doing more for her than he normally would. Besides, he reasoned, trying to twist his fancy into something practical, they had a slave market coming up and at the very least if she proved not to be worth his time as a free woman, her beauty alone would draw buyers at the market. Of that he was sure.
As for the savior woman, her last name wasn't enough for him to trust her immediately, but it was enough for him to feel obligated to consider her seriously. The Finnvis were now valued members of his pack and of his family. He would be remiss if he didn't give this relative of theirs his attention. "She's in good hands," he said, nodding to Asgeira before looking around in search of his companions. Spying Zahir and Tashi, Tyrian beckoned them over. "Please see to it that this woman is treated, would you? Alarr, perhaps, if he is around. Take her to the barn for now. We'll sort out other arrangements later." His companions were quick to do as instructed.
Tyrian turned his attention to Halla. "Finnvi, you said? We have a few of your relatives here. If you'd arrived just a little bit sooner you'd have been here for Alfrun's wedding to my nephew." The wedding itself was over, but the celebrations were not. That was talk for another time. Right now was business. "If you are anything like your kin Fireside would be lucky to have you, but I'm sure you can understand that it takes more than sharing blood to get into Fireside. Tell me a bit about yourself. What kind of career are you looking for? What are your expectations here?"
As for the savior woman, her last name wasn't enough for him to trust her immediately, but it was enough for him to feel obligated to consider her seriously. The Finnvis were now valued members of his pack and of his family. He would be remiss if he didn't give this relative of theirs his attention. "She's in good hands," he said, nodding to Asgeira before looking around in search of his companions. Spying Zahir and Tashi, Tyrian beckoned them over. "Please see to it that this woman is treated, would you? Alarr, perhaps, if he is around. Take her to the barn for now. We'll sort out other arrangements later." His companions were quick to do as instructed.
Tyrian turned his attention to Halla. "Finnvi, you said? We have a few of your relatives here. If you'd arrived just a little bit sooner you'd have been here for Alfrun's wedding to my nephew." The wedding itself was over, but the celebrations were not. That was talk for another time. Right now was business. "If you are anything like your kin Fireside would be lucky to have you, but I'm sure you can understand that it takes more than sharing blood to get into Fireside. Tell me a bit about yourself. What kind of career are you looking for? What are your expectations here?"
