Ruth gave out a small chuckle. “Better cannon fodder than an heir then. My father probably thought the same about me. Good thing I left. His idea of training was going to get me killed.” Blue eyes narrowed on the flickering fire, watching the sparks fly as Zevran tossed more wood into the fire. His grin became restrained for a brief second, relaxing again as the memories flashed in the back of his mind.
“Ah, so you’re not completely heartless then.” With a snicker, Ruth would pull out his bedroll, rolling it out alongside him. “I see more skeletons these days,” not really, “I’ve been… collecting relics, books, returning stolen shit.” He paused. “Wonder what that makes me now? The book thief? Tomb Raider? What I’m good at is being a pain in someone’s ass, and sometimes that includes my own.” He wasn’t sure there was a strict title for that. Well. Perhaps, Shit-Head, but only on Sundays.
“Ah, so you’re not completely heartless then.” With a snicker, Ruth would pull out his bedroll, rolling it out alongside him. “I see more skeletons these days,” not really, “I’ve been… collecting relics, books, returning stolen shit.” He paused. “Wonder what that makes me now? The book thief? Tomb Raider? What I’m good at is being a pain in someone’s ass, and sometimes that includes my own.” He wasn’t sure there was a strict title for that. Well. Perhaps, Shit-Head, but only on Sundays.
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