[PAST] Breaking Your Resolve — Like a Siren in the Deep

Ruth had only needed five minutes to plant the fool into the ground. He’d taken a hit, but that had only fuelled the short elf’s resolve of knocking the bastard to the ground. Shoulders rose and fell while his gaze bore into the bastard sprawled across the floor. Nairn might have wanted to do this himself, but Ruth had gotten to the fool first, smirking a little to himself when Nairn finally came through and grumbled.

You were busy, I was left unsupervised. What you expect? Ruth replied, a hand coming up to rub over the blow to his cheek. He’d return the shove, but followed the suggestion and slumped into the chair. Yeah, yeah. He’s not dead, he can suffer for a few days like the last mug.

Both glared into their respective ales, Ruth playing with his own by turning it around a few turns to try and calm himself down. Meg was a good healer, a rare good person that didn’t deserve her heart and feelings being dragged constantly through the mud. Nairn asked the question and the healer scowled. It’s a stupid reason, it’s not her fault them boys can’t get over themselves. Sighing, Ruth pushed his stool back to balance on the back legs, rocking himself a little to mellow his temper. Having a family isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

A sly smirk soon appeared though and he gently probed, Why you care so much? Thought you were avoiding her?

@Nairn