Of Beasts and Knights

Heigen is sat upon an upturned cart. Surveying the carnage wrought by the previous nights clash between the rats and beasts. Blood runs down gutters, the smell of blood heavy with iron on the air. the first of the rats and flies are reaping the bounty.

*many of the rats reaping the bounty happen to be man sized*

Heigen takes to his feet, hefting his axe, and kicking a feasting rat as he passes. The time of khorne has passed, this is a place for nurgle now, blood and flesh into rot and flies.

rosa is catching her breath, stood in the pile of bloodied pulps that used to be several bestigors

Heigen: "Come. it will be dawning soon."

she doesn't reply, seemingly caught up in the moment still, as if in a trance

Behind the steel of his mask, Heigen's lips curl into a gentle smile, her first time in such a state no doubt. How he remembers his first, when khorne first called to him. He allows her to indulge.

she suddenly snaps out of it upon glancing down, seeing the blood having splattered on her sash
"no...nonononono no no no" *she frantically starts trying to wipe it off*

"We are by the sea girl. Wash it in the ocean."

she doesn't seem to hear him

"Girl" He snaps at her.

she looks up at him, a little fear in her eyes...although he knows its not fear of him

"The sea... Salt will take out the blood. go."

"...I...s-sorry"

"You did well. Now go."

she does so, oddly frantically

He calls after her. "In future, do not make me tell you twice."

she doesn't seem to be listening as she dashes off

Hakon shakes his head, and sets off walking, to find thorgar, and find the outcome of the previous night's bloodshed.

rosa does indeed frantically rush off down to the water and starts cleaning

Sat at the docks, near the end of the pier, vorstan is sat. His sword laid flat at his side, legs dangling off the edge, elbows on knees, he seems to be gazing at the lone boat moored. A small fishing ketch.

she doesn't seem to notice as she starts scrubbing the blood out of it

He looks over, twisting at an odd angle, then grunts and holds his side, turning back to the sea

she continues frantically scrubbing, mumbling to herself

After a few more minutes, he pushes himself to his feet, lifts his sword and walks down the pier towards her.

she still doesn't look up

"Rosa."

she looks up suddenly

"You were in town last night?"

she nods quietly

"Hmn... Beastmen, rats, and marauders in one place... bound to happen."

"y-yeah" *she stands up, brushing herself down, trying to compose herself*

"Are you hurt?"

"No"

"Well done. It seemed a senseless melee, from what i saw."

"Hard to hurt me when it just grows back"

"Your armour is in one piece, and the blood on you, its not yours. I'd say you gave more than you got."

she nods

"So, not hurt. Don't fancy yourself a butcher like heigen then?"

"what?"

"I assume that's why you're bothered."

"...no" she sounds a little sheepish or ashamed

"...Then why?"

she glances down sheepishly at the sash in her hand

"Oh... i get it...."

"...."

"Blood on the thing?"

she nods

"Why are you upset?"

"Its...I know its pathetic but..."

"We all have our... Concessions."