1. Gruki

    Private Bridled and Bleary

    Gruki shrugged, unsurprised to hear Jhima had not yet braved breakfast. 'Only as heavy as you make it, cowgirl,' the she-ork replied, tapping her temple, certain her companion's were sure to be pounding after the night she'd drank away. "Exactly how many times last night did I brag that I love...
  2. Gruki

    Private A Little Something to Take the Edge Off

    'What're friends for!' Gruki smiled, all teeth and easy charm. An extra pair of hands might just come in handy, and Saskia's were about as steady as... well, anyone's, really. 'Caramel fudge to go with the caramel biscuits? Sure, why not!' Saskia's excitement was hard to match, but Gruki tried...
  3. Gruki

    Private A Little Something to Take the Edge Off

    What a silly question. 'Of course I do!' Fudge, cookies, cakes; treats worth having. In moderation, the she-ork was forced to remind herself, as she had a gazillion times before. 'Never mind a discount, Reed'll give us free samples, so long as you do the talking.' He was about the same age as...
  4. Gruki

    Private A Little Something to Take the Edge Off

    Sounded like a sucker's bet. 'Albert should've known better,' smiled Gruki, shaking her head, like she almost felt sorry for the guy. Oddly enough, she kind of did. 'Maybe we don't fleece our friends in future?' The she-ork suggested, shrugging slightly, the biscuit in her paw disappearing, only...
  5. Gruki

    Private A Little Something to Take the Edge Off

    'You could do,' agreed Gruki, munching on a biscuit as they walked and talked. 'Though, I probably wouldn't, after what happened last time.' Broofest was a good time - it was also a messy time. Between the spilt pints and regurgitated booze, it was no wonder Saskia's skirt had ended up the way...
  6. Gruki

    Private A Little Something to Take the Edge Off

    'Don't let Rulgak hear you, or there'll be Hel to pay.' Chin high, the she-ork glanced sidelong at her companion, a knowing smile betraying her inner thoughts. 'Y'know, I'm still waiting for those mittens you promised me,' she teased, feet following the beaten path towards Astenvale. 'Not to...
  7. Gruki

    Private A Little Something to Take the Edge Off

    'That's the spirit!' Coin was for the spending and the sharing, Gruki believed, and a fine new cloak would suit Saskia's shoulders well, if the current one she wore was anything to go by. 'I wonder if the Shimmersilk salesman is still in town? I hear his wares are... um, widely-renowned.' And...
  8. Gruki

    Private A Little Something to Take the Edge Off

    'Why not? They're good biscuits. I could certainly go for another, only... Well.' Greed had never been much of a motivator for Gruki. But she liked her food. A lot. 'I find cooking works best when you don't go chasing perfection,' said the she-ork, finger raised like she was about to go into a...
  9. Gruki

    Private A Little Something to Take the Edge Off

    'In other words, you did it exactly how you're supposed to,' Gruki grinned, plucking a biscuit from the box before passing it back to Saskia. 'Patience is a virtue, after all. Well done?' Taking a cautious bite, the she-ork nodded in approval, brows lifting in delight. Not too hard, not too...
  10. Gruki

    Private A Little Something to Take the Edge Off

    Gruki's eyes widened as Saskia twisted, favouring the box over her own wellbeing. Arms meant to brace instead found nothing but empty air as the dusker tripped over her feet, like an acrobat who'd yet to discover the limits of her body. Gruki would have laughed, had she not been so worried. But...
  11. Gruki

    Private Bridled and Bleary

    Gruki was used to the staring; she had been getting them for most of her life. Even so, she found herself blushing under Jhima's scrutiny, at once embarrassed and flattered by the attention being heaped upon her, the keen interest in her companion's eyes not going unnoticed. Or ignored. 'Were...
  12. Gruki

    Private A Little Something to Take the Edge Off

    A quiet trip to the market, that had been the plan. A hop, skip and stroll down the road to Astenvale town. A bit of perusing, some choosing, maybe. As well as a few last minute requests from her friends who'd been unable to get away from their duties. Her coin purse could've done with some...
  13. Gruki

    Private Bridled and Bleary

    This time of year, the Sun arrived early and left late. The waking hours dragged their feet through Spring and Summer, and hurried along once the trees turned autumnal. But that's okay, thought Gruki, tucked away between stable stalls, hands set to a task agreed upon the night before. Longer...
  14. Gruki

    Open Fresh Fish, Rumbling Purr, Soft Feathers

    Gruki watched Hector go, her brow furrowed. 'As if he doesn't want to feed them, also,' she huffed, lips curling upwards, like they always did in the presence of kin. 'We'll find a way to win them over, Lou.' Gruki promised, attention half-torn and drifting betwixt the brunette and the bins. 'Be...
  15. Gruki

    Open Fresh Fish, Rumbling Purr, Soft Feathers

    'That's something we Ki's have in common.' Strolling back towards her friends, the last rays of a dying sun at her back, Gruki alighted alongside Lou, a smile wide upon her face. The basket of waste hung empty by her side. Woven from wicker, it was less fancy than Hector's shroud-weaving, but it...
  16. Gruki

    Open Catching Up: Astenvale

    'We don't, historically speaking,' replied Syr Gruber, his annoyance at Arbok blowing away upon the next breeze. 'Squire Arbok spoke out of turn, though, if it were up to me, we'd take you to your destination in a heartbeat.' He meant it, too. Gruki could see it in his eyes, how they held true...
  17. Gruki

    Open Fresh Fish, Rumbling Purr, Soft Feathers

    'You could always try leaving it?' Shuffling out of the way, the big squire stood, her back cricking as she repositioned the basket on her hip. Ouchie! 'I've seen them eat fish before. Thomas and Duchess, that is. Perhaps they believe you to be a predator luring them in? Or maybe they view you...
  18. Gruki

    Open Fresh Fish, Rumbling Purr, Soft Feathers

    'What did who lose down where?' Rounding the corner, Gruki hurried up to Hector and Alouette, the basket of kitchen waste she carried temporarily forgotten as she peered over their heads. 'Awful dark under there,' she said, squinting and squatting to get a better look. 'Say, are those eyes?'
  19. Gruki

    Open Catching Up: Astenvale

    'This is true. There's more to life than swords and killing.' Nod-nodding, Gruki settled back on her haunches as Arbok added the last strips of bacon to the skillet. It was a bit late in the day to talk theology, granted. But then polite conversation knew no boundaries. Or was it the other way...
  20. Gruki

    Open Catching Up: Astenvale

    'We are,' Syr Jarro replied, watching as the squires setup shop. '"In the roots of the mountain," you said. Not an exaggeration.' Turning to face Ronja, the elf probed his memories; most were as clear as the day he'd made them, though, the lazaret could not be considered one of them. 'A good...
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