When Rutus got there, the bartender told her they didn't allow children at the bar, oe even in the tavern at all. She was reaching for her axe when s voice told the bartender that her friend would like the house specialty.
Recognizing the voice of Endermon, she took her hand off her axe and assured the bartender that she was indeed of age and could pay. When he was close enough, she lowered her voice and told him unless he wanted dwarven henchmen hunting him down, he would serve her and let her be.
While she was grateful there would be no violence, she wished it wouldn't always come to that. It was either being patronized, or ignored. So she was quite surprised when a tall, dark haired, broad shouldered man with shoulder length hair sat down next to her.
They talked about their night, the people in the bar and anything else that came up. She found herself giggling at something he said more than once. She was aware that something was amiss, but she was having too much fun being seen and heard by someone of the opposite sex. There was just something almost animalistic about this man that she was drawn to.
She was unexpectedly sad when he got up to relieve himself. As she took stock of her situation, she was aware of someone taking the seat that the man had recently vacated. She glanced over and saw that it was Endermon and she was just checking on her to see how she was doing. They chatted for a bit when Endermon tilted her head in the direction of the bathrooms and slinked off.
When he came back. The mood had somehow shifted. He leaned in uncomfortably close, and made a dirty suggestion. Indignation flared through her veins. Instead of maiming him like she initially wanted to do, she slapped him across the face.
As she pointedly turned her body away from his, a murmur from the crowded interior said something about a treasure that grants instant respect and world wide fame to the finder.
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By this point, the man whose name she never got, had disappeared. Because of the slap or maybe it was just her, she didn't know. But she felt depressed and just wanted to drink her sorrows away.
Near the end of the night Endermon stopped by to see how she was doing, and Rutus just shrugged disconsolately. Getting a pat on the shoulder, Endermon slipped away to an upstairs room.
She asked the bartender if he had another one available, and he just handed her a key. Paying her tab, she gathered up her stuff and headed upstairs. She briefly wondered which of the few rooms Endermon was in, but put that thought out of her mind as the day's events had made her incredibly tired. She put the key into the lock, opened the door, and went inside. She shut the door, locked it and barely climbed out of her armor before collapsing on the bed.
She got up around mid-day and set about getting ready to go after the treasure. She put on her makeshift armor. She had either stolen, unused metal and leather bits from the smiths and leather workers, or bought the leftover and unusable bits back at home.
Inspecting it, she found she'd have to get some new parts, either in trade or paying for it. She went downstairs and asked where a smith could be found. After getting directions, she placed the key on the bar and set off.
Her adventure took most of the day, and when she got an acceptable amount of materials, she set out for the river, remembering the whisperings of the night before. When she got there she was happy to see Endermon and a fire, she was not, however to see Dresden there. But she accepted the hospitality and sat down.
Since Dresden was snoring, Endermon and Rutus had a conversation about the possibilities of the treasure, how things were going, and various other things. As ot was a warm night, the fire was the only warmth they needed. Rutus found a spot that suited her needs for the moment, and in no time at all, was sleeping soundly.