Q3 Part 3

With a resigned sigh DEBUG_HERO said, "You."

Talon nodded and started walking back down the hill, ass swaying, "Good. I can relieve you if that is what you are worried about."

"I'm sorry, what?" DEBUG_HERO asked in confusion. Relieve him? What in hell did Talon mean by that. His mind conjured an image of her pouty lips wrapping around his cock. Then another image of her bouncing up and down on his cock reverse cowgirl so he could watch her ass. He shook himself free of the daydreams. The paranoid, reclusive, and hostile Talon the Talon must have meant something quite different. What it was, DEBUG_HERO didn't know, but anything else would make more sense.

"Sex."

"What? Why?" DEBUG_HERO blurted out without thinking through the implications of his questions.

"Ahh you do not need it or do not desire me. My mistake. We will not do so," Talon said without breaking stride.

DEBUG_HERO was too flustered to retort. He would love to fuck her, but he was quite confused by the whole ordeal.

They walked to the bottom of the mountain in silence only broken by DEBUG_HERO's occasional attempts to make small talk. Every attempt was met with silence. She didn't even deign him with a 'stop talking' or a look of disapproval. Talon just kept walking in silence, facing forward, ass swaying, silent as the mountain stone beside them. DEBUG_HERO stopped trying to engage her.

They walked until nightfall and camped under the shadow of the mountain. Talon had allowed him to send a message to his companions, which she read just in case, letting them know he was alright and working with Talon. Now, DEBUG_HERO set up his tent cursing the misfortune of Talon being his only way to acquire the ring of Daenar. They would now be walking all the way the length of moutains_2 to reach province_2. This would take a week of travel. Then they would be stuck searching for who knows how long for Talon's enslaved (probably lawfully) cousin. Then and only then, she would lead him to the map, wherever that was. He could end up spending a month or more before he even found out where the map was. A month or more with a silent and antagonistic companion.

Talon sat by the fire she had started and ate some jerky. DEBUG_HERO sat down across from her and pulled out his own food to eat. Talon watched him like a hawk, her green eyes suspicious of every move he made. She pulled out a bottle of wine and began to drink straight from the bottle, her eyes never left DEBUG_HERO as she downed half of it in one go.

Satisfied, she curled up by the fire as if to sleep.

"What about your tent?" DEBUG_HERO asked still eating.

"Don't have one."

"You didn't bring a tent? We'll be travelling for weeks!"

Talon stared him down, a glossy look was beginning to form in her eyes, "Does it look like I brought one? I carried my satchel and nothing else."

"Alright. Alright." DEBUG_HERO threw his hands up, "Look, you can take my tent if you want."

"No."

"Look, we are travelling a long way. We could alternate. A good night's rest will keep you sharp. What do you say?" DEBUG_HERO asked diplomatically. If a reference to keeping her wits about her didn't get her to agree, DEBUG_HERO had no idea had to persuade her.

"Fine. You have tonight," Talon closed her eyes. Somehow, DEBUG_HERO still felt like she was watching him.

DEBUG_HERO finished his meal, pealed off his armor, and slept in his tent alone for the first time in a while.

The next day was much of the same, silent broody walking by Talon and irritated silent walking by DEBUG_HERO. She ate lunch on the move, so DEBUG_HERO did as well. The only comfort he had was that she always walked a couple paces in front of him. The view, as a direct result, was great.

That night, DEBUG_HERO set up his tent for her, and Talon made the fire again. They ate in relative silence and after the meal, she downed the other half of the wine. Then, without a word, she curled up by the fire to sleep.

"Fuck off," grumbled DEBUG_HERO, "Take the damn tent before I throw you into it." He had had enough of her shenanigans.

Her eyes flashed open. Despite the glossy look from the wine, they had a cold clarity that was unnerving, "Try it," Talon said simply. When DEBUG_HERO made no move, she closed her eyes again.

"Fucking paranoid wench!" DEBUG_HERO stormed into his tent. Normally he considered himself a laid back and relaxed individual but Talon had a quality to her that would have made a god of relaxation stressed out.

He slept alone in his tent.

In the middle of the night, DEBUG_HERO was awakened to the sound of soft voices. Years of experience alerted his body and he was instantly ready for the coming fight. No time for armor, he picked up his sword and maneuvered towards his tent flap as quietly as possible.