it's cute and you like it quite a bit, but having a giant stuffed wyvern somehow doesn't seem like something that really fits the image of a Caldran mercenary.
Well, for certain types of mercenary work...
You can barely see past it, necessitating a lot of twisting around and awkward shuffling to turn to face whoever you're being addressed by without colliding with someone in the crowd.
Darn it Neianne, just tie the thing behind you like it was a backpack already.
What do you mean you aren't carrying rope, what kind of adventurer-mercenary are you?
"Ooh," smiles the brunette, and although it seems innocent enough, the smile is growing almost forebodingly. "Is she as adorable as you?"
No one is as adorable as Neianne!
After several false starts and realizing you really don't have a good answer to a trap question, you exasperatedly change the subject: "D-Don't you have a sister?"
"Only child." Vesna smile almost seems wistful. "It'd be nice to have a sister, I think. My father isn't..." she pauses, seems to think better of whatever she was going to say, then amends, "...It may be a bit too late for me to have a sister."
Well, if you're interested in a sister-in-law, Neianne's right here...
(I can't believe I was the only one who voted for Vesna last I looked at the poll. Thread, you've let me down.)
But when the confederacy's at war, there's an expectation that we're supposed to do our part, so while the jobs are large enough to help cover things, they aren't exactly what we'd call market price.
The downside of being patriotic rooted-in-place citizens instead of war profiteering merchants.
And there's no guarantee that other mines won't gobble up all the supply.
Hm. Did you mean smiths, here?
"Elizabeth Irivich Zabanya gave you coin and told you to spend it on food and souvenirs."
Never underestimate Neianne's adorableness.
"Yes, a collar," Nikki confirms. "One that reads 'private property'."
*cackles* Yes, I suppose that's the eventual result of the Elizabeth route.
"I wouldn't mind some more flavoring on my meat," Nikki grins, holding four cups in both hands. "Midwinter's Feast is going to spoil me for the rest of the year. Now here," she declares, passing a cup to each of you. Unsurprisingly, it's full of grape juice.
Shhhhh, forest spice isn't the kind you put on food. ;D
"Because," you hiccup, "I'd have to g-give orders to Lady Sieglinde and Lady E-Elizabeth." And they aren't the kind of people to be given orders, you want to say, but you can't quite think of a way that doesn't sound entirely silly to you.
"Some people would probably kill for that," grins Nikki in a way similar to how she was grinning when you reacted to her comment about looking for a collar on you.
...that's an interesting picture...
you are much more ready for this new cup
This might end in tears.
"But I wanted to be more...I think I should do more. Things."
"You should do things too!"
That feeling of weightlessness seems to follow you for the rest of the night, and your memory seems to smear into a vague sense of light, color, and happy warmth.
You're going to pay for this one later.
"Sleeping," Elizabeth said simply. She seems remarkably unbothered by the mewling dryad clutching her head in pain in the corner. "It was cute at first. But you snore."
"I d-do?" you gasp, head spinning and vaguely horrified.
"You don't," Sieglinde informs you.
"You're no fun," Elizabeth tells her, without rancor.
Bahahahaha...
"Congratulations on your engagement, though."
Your reaction is so dramatic that she laughs out loud, the tinkly, merry sound making your face burn more than anything else.
Someone struck while the iron is hot!
"We weren't using that corner for anything anyway," Sieglinde tells you. Which almost sounds like an absurd thing to say, but it's been a pretty absurd morning.
It shall be newly dubbed as the Neianne corner!
"But, yes, dual-wielding greatswords. Strike an enemy from two directions. Fight two enemies at once. Swing both blades at once if you want that extra impact. Become a flying whirlwind of bloody death. Whatever advantages you can associate with dual-wielding longswords, you get with dual-wielding greatswords, with the added benefit of the fact that they are...well, you know, greatswords. This is a very energy-intensive style, though, even for a dryad like you. No battles of attrition for you if you pick this."
And when you finish mastering this, it'll be time to move onto dual-wielding greatsword-chucks.
"So they're assassins," Cornelia mutters, and suddenly you awkwardly, nervously realize that the conversation you're listening in on - entirely by accident - may actually be quite serious. And that, technically, someone may be able to describe your current predicament as "eavesdropping". Without even thinking much about it, you try to remain as silent and unmoving as possible, hoping that you won't be caught in the awkward position of being accused of eavesdropping if found...which only allows you - inadvertently - to listen into the conversation with greater clarity.
Y'know, someone who's really good at gathering information from being quiet could also work their way into being an assassin~
(Backstab with a greatsword!)
[x] Great Swordstaff
Dual wielding greatswords is just silly and the buster sword doesn't seem like the best idea when Neianne is already having problems. The great swordstaff gets back better control of space and its downside shouldn't matter as much because they're all supposed to be picking secondary weapons -anyway-. If she has to go into close quarters, pull the arming sword, dagger, or bare fists/iron knuckles or whatever.
[x] Tell Sieglinde.
[x] Tell Aphelia
[x] Tell Elizabeth
Noble party first stop, methinks.