Returning from the Lair was a noisy affair. The place was so recluse from the rest of the world, that she had nearly forgotten what it meant to be part of something bigger than just her and her sole companion. And truth be told, the noise was grating on her nerves already.
The War Horse Inn was not unpleasant per se. The decoration was done tastefully (she supposed, for she had no idea what was nice, aside from your enemy's head on a spike) and the food was good. She didn't trust the mead or beer, but then she disliked alcohol in general. But it was the normalness that put her on the edge. It was peaceful and yet people were blustering about with their own affairs. People drank, ate, called for more, the owner and their helping hands moving about to serve. It was late evening when she and Pellam arrived, and immediately her eyes settled upon a tall, familiar figure that stood in front of the fire, smoking his pipe.
Without a second thought, she approached Angelnarth's general direction, giving him a nod while she continued her beeline for the roast on the fire right behind him; she was famished.
Her and Pellam's arrival was apparently a signal for the owner to close shop. People were told to leave, which they did with a lot of noise and grumbling, leaving them eventually behind in a nearly eerie silence. Finishing her preparations for her meal, Assaj glanced at the smaller form that was right next to her Golug-loving friend. She was a tiny thing, smaller than she recalled her.
'A real Baby.' her mind had supplied her.
The argument that ensued the second meeting of Pellam and Angelnarth would make her roll her eyes for the next decades to come. Both were stubborn, if not more stubborn than her and sadly it also kept them from doing both something useful in her humble opinion. When Pellam stormed off, leaving her alone in the presence of Angelnarth (when the Baby had slipped off, she had no idea), Assaj had felt a sense of dread creeping in her mind. Whenever the young man decided to leave, it meant she would not see him for a good time to come - and it also ended up with him getting hurt.
But she had something else to do and that was to stop the giant of a man to do any further damage...
When the Baby was roughly dragged back inside by Pellam, she and her first friend had just finished sealing a blood pact, after she had sworn by something that meant nothing to her; whoever or whatever the Seven were, was none of her concern. However, the fact she had sworn to go on an orc killing spree with the the Golug and the news concerning the Snaga Bronylf and Yilgtig the Bastard, were of more than simple interest to her. Bloodlust coursed through her veins and for once, she supposed that having an elf at her side wouldn't be all that bad...
