Mercenaries & Pirates and oh my! (Isabela)

[torin]

There was only a handful of ports along the coastlands that were large enough to be a proper resting spot for The Gold Moon Tide. A fine it was. Torin could make it out now as he rested upon a barrel with his back against a post and legs up upon another barrel. He was not adorned in heavy suit of dwarven craft plate armour. T'was maddness to walk around in such a thing at all times. They were not comfortable. No, at this time it was much less encumbersome simple suit of leathers and cloth. His swords he certainly carried, each one resting in its sheath and hanging from his waist. One on each side of his hip.

His head was resting against one hand, cushioning the back of his head and the wooden post. His other hand held a sack of wine from which he drank heartily as he watched the ship sail in. He was familiar with the Captain to say the least. Wouldn't be present if he wasn't. Unless he had been hired to deal with some pesky pirates who just happened to be the crew of her ship. But Torin wouldn't take a contract against Isabela. Certainly not.

He was only present for positive social reasons. Sitting upon his perch as pleasant sun gave warmth to his face but cooled pleasantly by the seaside breeze.

[saekohotd]

It was finally time for Isabela to dock for supplies. She also needed a drink or two at this point. As long as she had been out on the sea, she was deadly close to being completely void of alcohol, as well as other essentials, on her ship. She docked at the Coastlands and figured she would head toward Kirkwall to get a taste of the Hanged Man again. The scummier it was the more Isabela liked to spend time there. There was nothing like a good ole dive, in her mind. Isabela left the handy work to her crew as she left to attend to other things when she saw a brutishly handsome man drinking some wine. As she drew closer she noticed it was none other than Torin. Isabela let out a laugh as she walked toward Torin. Now if there was a man to go to a bar with, this was him. They had done some dealings together in the past and drank their share of ale. It was exciting to see him, to say the least. As she approached, Isabela looked him over with a smile. This was a pleasant surprise indeed!

”My dear Torin!! What brings you here! You wouldn’t have been looking for little old me would you? Were you in the mood for some fun and the only thing you mind could think was….Isabela…I must see her…” she said in a sultry tone as she gave him a wink. It was nice to know she had some friends she could play around with. People these days could be such sticklers. Politics this….worries that… Isabela just wanted freedom, men, and a good stiff drink. Not many people seemed to live that way anymore.

[torin]

The ship pulled in and its Captain finally emerged. Sure enough her keen eyes caught the mercenary soon enough and was coming straight towards him. Swinging up from his perch he rose to his feet to close the distance, smiling as she greeted him. "A little birdy told me your ship had been spotted coming in this direction. I thought to myself....I have wine, the sun is shining warmly...yes. It is surely Isabela. The Maker will bless me with a fine trinity today and sure enough here you are." He brought attention to the leather sack of wine in one hand as he mentioned it, then looked up towards the sun so its warmth could rest upon his face before turning back to Isabela.

His arms opened wide to embrace the pirate, she was an amusing sort to say the very least. To say the very least. Torin of Highever did not get to see her often enough. It would be good to sit back on this warm day and exchange stories. See what kind of trouble she could get him into it.

[saekohotd]

Isabela was excited to see Torin so happy to see her. There was nothing like a man with a sack of wine and open arms. She knew today would be great so she lazed on over to him expelling herself into his arms while simultaneously grabbing the sack of wine from Torin. She winked at him as she took a big drink. The liquid soothed her pallet and slid softly down her throat. It had been a couple of days since she had a drink and this was like Andraste herself had just handed Isabela some booze. She put her arm around Torin and sighed with relief. ”Torin, you are indeed a God among men!”

It was unfortunate that they were both too busy these days to really spend any time together. It would be nice to sail, drink, and enjoy other various activities with him from time to time, but money was needed, and they both had lives to live. But today the sun was shining on them and the smell of sea and wine surrounded them. It was time to have a needed minute off, unless her usual misfortunes followed. She hoped for a peaceful fun drink with Torin, but things don’t usually happen this way for Isabela.

[torin]

"Well then....this God among men would have us drink some sacramental wine...." he replied with a smile, taking back the sack of wine so he could drink deep himself. If he had tried to get any more into his mouth at such a pace he would not have been able to keep it all in his mouth and soaked his chin. His free hand went around Isabela's waist and he guided her towards the city, for the wine he had on hand was limited but the taverns always had plenty. "... and perhaps later you can tend to worship." The mercenary smiled once more, the hand only recently placed at her waist descending to take firm hold of the tight leather over her firm backside.

Yes, today would be a good day. Torin seemed to live a relaxing life but it was because of days like this. Most days required making swords sharp and applying his trade for the sake of it to keep skills on level. It charged a hefty fee, it would be no good for him to gain a pot belly and grow slow with a dull blade. But this day would not be a day of training and punishing his body to make it hard. The only punishment to himself today would be in the morning, when the wine took its toll.

[saekohotd]

Isabela was glad Torin was enjoying himself with a large mouthful of wine. She was also in the mood to relax and take the last few years out of her mind. It seemed that wherever she went, and whatever she did, Isabela was in trouble. Although she did not invite it, she was sure it would creep its way into her life again. As Torin pointed to the city, Isabela smiled. An old friend, some good drink, and a bar. That was a great night indeed. Well sir,” she said cockily, “shall we pain the town tonight? Maybe run the bars out of their ale?” She gave him a mischievous smile as she felt his hand move down her back. Any other man would have got his fingers broke, but Torin was different. Isabela knew him, and he surely was no bad man. After all, she would not invite him to drink with her all night, if she thought him to be ill company. No she was sure there would be a night of revelry, and whoever was in their way should find their way out.

No matter what happened, Isabela wanted this to be a night to remember. She did not know where her life was headed next. While on the sea, and traveling, Isabela had heard many rumors that she could attend to. There was talk about many things in Tevinter, about her old friend Alistair, but most intriguingly was a cry she heard from some mages in Kirkwall. She had not chosen exactly where she was going next, but it all seemed to be a dangerous and fool hardy feat. Fortunately, Isabela was both so there was no doubt about the fact she was heading on these missions. Her face turned to worry as her mind digressed from the thought of fun, to the ones of business (at least business for a pirate). She quickly realized her actions and pressed to move on. “So are we gonna stand here or get going!” she started, trying to shift Torin’s attention in order to save herself from speaking on her thoughts. Isabela was a private person, and certainly no kill joy. It was time for fun, and she was sure that some booze would muddy up her thoughts a bit.