Flight

Chills roll down your spine as you take your chance and surge forward and away from the presence behind you. In your panic you fail to account for a tree root and trip landing roughly on your chest. You turn over onto your back and you look up at the hooded figure standing over you. It’s Bax. Holding a bottle of rum. A moment of relief flashes over you as you relax and rest your head against the ground.

“Gods Bax, I could have clobbered ya.”

“Aaand you didn’t.” He says swiftly interjecting.

“How did you sneak up on me like that?” Bax taps two fingers on his silver badge around his neck

“Silver rank remember? Besides you weren’t exactly quiet.” Bax sits at the base of a tree beside you. He hands you the bottle as he begins taking off his hood and bandana. You look at the bottle, hmph good stuff. Being a dwarf, you naturally uncork the bottle with your teeth and take a swig. It seems to be a sort of foreign spiced rum as it’s smooth flavor dances across your pallet.

“This stuffs expensive! Where’d ya find it?” You say in a thick dwarvern accent. You pass the bottle back to Bax as you look up and meet his eyes.

This is your first time seeing Bax’s face and he is devilishly handsome. Black hair covers one of his eyes as it hangs down to his chin. He has a short cropped beard slightly darker than the rest of his hair. A scar runs diagonally from his chin up to his left cheek. His hazel eyes pierce deep into yours as this man is undeniably sexy, and he definitely knows it.

Bax takes a hearty drink from the bottle.

“Gastersport. It’s a small port far south of here. Lot warmer than this place too.” He says rubbing his hands together.

“So why break somethin’ this rare out now?”

“Why not?” he shrugs, smirking.

“Just seems like the type of thing you might save for a special occasion. Isn't this supposed to be an ordinary kill quest?" At this he pauses and looks up to the sky.

“You're my type.” He says returning his gaze to you, smiling gently.

"Wh-what?" you stammer. You had know idea he had any interest in you. You've hardly talked since leaving the guild hall actually. In hindsight you do remember him eying you up on the road, though you assumed he was trying to guess your combat prowess.

"You're my type Iyda, you've got spirit... Curves in all the right places too." He says the last part a little more quietly. "I can't really explain it, I just feel myself drawn to you."