Test drive post for demeleier

[durinsdaughter]

[It's been a few weeks that she's been in Demeleier now, and since a while ago she has accepted that she won't be able to leave immediately. She might not even want to, now that Kíli has arrived as well. There is a difference between knowing that a reunification with her family can't be further than a few decades off and actually having one of them around. Still strange, but still just as precious and full of wonder and joy. To have her youngest back, it's a thing that she doesn't want to leave behind. ...And even if the word that no time passes back home while they are here is a trick to subdue them (and that is a constant worry), there is a certain reluctance to desiring a way home. Not that, should a path open itself, she wouldn't immediately take it. She has a duty to her people, and while she is certain that they would not let the lord of the black messengers blackmail them into anything should he claim to have taken her as a hostage (though avenging her would be an entirely different story - she might not be a king, but her blood is still among the most noble of all dwarves in Middle Earth) she would not leave them in times of need if she could help it. And times of need they are.

But she is needed here as well, by her son and maybe others as well, and looping back to this point she opens the feed. She has an announcement to make.]

I've now set up everything in the smithy to be able to do proper work there. [As opposed to the above average but in her eyes sub-par work that she could do with an anvil and other things that were simply too large for her.] As such, I will now offer the services of a smith. [She won't mention that her smithwork is, by default, far better than any human's (though she does consider Matsue very capable. But. For a human apprentice), because that should be clear to everyone who knows dwarves and the others will see, no bragging needed - those are her thoughts, anyway.] Contact me if you need anything. Even if the item in question is unfamiliar to me, I might still be able to work with it. [Or maybe collaborate on it with the other woman or her son, two or three brains can think of more than one. She almost mentions payment modalities out of habit, but then stops herself, no. Things work differently here (and that unsettles her, but what can you do).]


[ooc: All of this is absolutely not supposed to be game canon, but simply a throwing together of something for the sake of a test drive. She's been in Deme for 1 1/2 months, Kíli arrived a while after her, and she gets along with Matsue. Everything else is up in the air.]

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[durinsdaughter]

There seems little need to overwork oneself here. [While they don't exactly live in luxury, she's so far had no reason to fear for herself and her son to have to go without food, and their living conditions are all around agreeable enough to not warrant self-destructive amount of work. She's a fan of knowing your limits and knowing when to stop.]

[spilled_ink]

Not usually, but there are times when the fae play cruel games. You never know what might be needed, then.

[A frown at that thought.]

I, myself, have not experienced anything harsher than a nuisance, but I've heard many others tell me that worse things are possible.

[durinsdaughter]

Then I would leave it for these times to come to decide my path of action.

[His words make her frown though, and she sits back a bit, crossing her arms over her chest.]

What have you heard of?

[spilled_ink]

I've heard there are more dangerous creatures further out in the forest or mountains, though that isn't to say the village is safe at all times.

[A pause.]

Just before my arrival there was a particularly harsh time involving outright attacks, I believe. I am fortunate to have missed it.

[durinsdaughter]

Are it only outside forces that endanger the village?

[This is mostly a worry about her son; he's still injured, and while she would normally not worry as much (they are capable young dwarves, both her sons, able to defend themselves), she would rather know him safe inside the village until he has healed enough.]

[spilled_ink]

[He pauses a moment considering what she was asking.]

...No, not only. As much as I would like to tell you otherwise, there are some Travelers who cause trouble for their own amusement. Thankfully they are, however, few.

[durinsdaughter]

What are their names?

[She is not sure if his answer will be truthful, or if it will complete, but it would be a point to start from.]

also does her voice sound female or male-ish?

[spilled_ink]

[He shakes his head.]

Truthfully, I only know only one or two, however I don't believe this is the best topic to discuss through the mirror.

[A pause, unsure what the other planed to do with the information. Perhaps he could find out her intentions first.]

If you like, we can meet to discuss further.

Male-ish to a human, I'd say.

[durinsdaughter]

[She thinks it over for a moment, and then has to agree.]

Where?

[She won't invite a stranger into her house, and while the smithy is an option it also is not necessarily a place where they will be without interruption.]

how obvious are the boobs in person? /so sorry for asking

[spilled_ink]

The library might do, if there aren't many people to disturb. If not, I live just across from it. Do you think you can find your way there?

My name is Eiyan of Kriev, though Eiyan is just fine. Who shall I be looking for?

[durinsdaughter]

[She's unfamiliar with him (and still very much doesn't trust the village and general world) and will thus be wearing most of what she arrived with (including chainmail and such) so no. Normally, they'd be visible, depending on what she is wearing even when not expected.]

I will find my way. Half an hour from now?

Dís of the Lonely Mountain. [She assumes that "of Kriev" is a descriptor of his kin or otherwise belonging, so she mirrors his words - there is a number of ways in which she could introduce herself, but in the end all of them will be meaningless for those from another world, and all of them will carry similar meaning from those of her own world.] I'll be looking forward to meeting you.

/slips into action

[spilled_ink]

Yes, that will be fine. I will look for you... and likewise.

[Eiyan will be standing just outside the library around the time he should be expecting the other (presumed) man.]

[durinsdaughter]

[She's on time (unlike her brothers, she doesn't tend to get lost) and comes over to him directly, remembering his face well enough.]

Well met, Eiyan. [She stays at a distance that makes the conversation easy enough despite the difference in height, seemingly not at all bothered by it and rather used to handling it.]

[spilled_ink]

[Eiyan greets the other with a smile, not particularly startled by the difference in height.]

Greetings. I take it you are Dís? The library is nearly empty at the moment, thankfully. Would you care to talk inside?

[durinsdaughter]

If you feel it safe to speak in the presence of those that compromise its full emptiness. [She would prefer a place without strangers around but knows too little of the village to suggest something else in the area, and will definitely prefer a public building to a stranger's house for a first meeting. This place is strange and hard to make heads and tails of for her, still - on her travels, she has been to many places, but they still existed within a certain set of cultural frames. This place... is just different.]

[spilled_ink]

[He nods once.]

I'm familiar with most who frequent the library. I doubt we'll have any problems.

[Eiyan opens the door and gestures for her to go ahead of him, politely.]

[durinsdaughter]

[She steps inside after a short look at him, but really, she decided to assume a certain level of trustworthiness in him when coming here, so she'll just go with it.

Inside, she steps after a few steps, waiting for him to follow her inside and then lead the way.]

she could totally take him, btw. He's very much broken. D:

[spilled_ink]

[It's not a large building, so it's only a few steps before they reach a quiet corner. it sounds like there might be somebody upstairs, but it's generally calm inside. Eiyan offers her a seat, then moves to sit himself, grimacing as he does so and bracing himself against the table.]

Well... it's not normally in my nature to suggest what you should think of someone before you meet them. However, in the case of potential danger, it might be best.

It would be remiss of me to not ask what you plan to do with this information, however.

[durinsdaughter]

[She'd say that she can take on any human any day in a fair physical combat ;d But that non-dwarves can't necessarily be trusted to be honorable, and this place heightens her sense of "what if she's being tricked"]

Protect my family.

[She meant to be vague on purpose, but then realizes that considering that there are exactly two dwarves in the village, it isn't really all that vague at all.] My son is here, and I don't want harm to come to him.

[She doesn't mention that he's still injured, it's always hard what non-dwarves are able to tell about the state of a dwarf and she won't invite anything.]

[spilled_ink]

[He nods slowly at that, listening.]

I can understand that. I just hope that you would not going looking for trouble unnecessarily. While I know of at least one who isn't the best sort, I have not had any particular trouble with him, so I cannot say he is an immediate danger to most people.

[He pauses, thinking for a moment.]

...There is a young person named Caliborn. From what I understand, he has strange but powerful abilities, and an amount of reckless and cruel need for amusement. I would not confront him.

[He says this last with a serious look.]

[durinsdaughter]

[She makes a mental note.

And snorts.] It's hardly me that would run into trouble unnecessarily.

[That would be her son, which is one of the reasons why she'd like to have this information. Otherwise, to know whom not to trust. It's unsettling to lack so many clues and signals that would normally help her with grasping such things.]

My son can be rather reckless. [Also this is the understatement of the century.]

[spilled_ink]

Ah, I see. It's normal to be want to be protective of family. Especially of your children.

[He frowns slightly - Tilly might not be his son by blood, nor had any of his apprentices been, but they had all felt like family. He'd been a way for quite a while now, hadn't he?]

You will know Caliborn by his skin, if nothing else. It's green and somewhat scaled... However, also note that his sister is here as well, Calliope, and she is a lovely person indeed. They may look alike at first, and I would hate for you to misjudge Calliope, she is a good friend.

Regardless, the trouble that Caliborn causes seems to be arbitrary for the most part, at least to my knowledge.

[durinsdaughter]

I will keep it in mind.

Is there another whom I should keep an eye on?

[spilled_ink]

[He looks thoughtful.]

There was one other I had in mind, but I do not know his name. However, I don't believe he is in this world any longer.

Perhaps he was not quite as violent, but certainly destructive.

[Eiyan goes a bit pale at the memory. Which would be understandable, if she knew how much writing was sacred to him and his people.]

He tore several pages from the books here, in the library. It was done in such malice...

[durinsdaughter]

[She's not a discworld dwarf, so she doesn't have such a profound respect for writing, nor books, but books are very expensive in her world. They're really more codices than books, still.]

Isn't there a guard in the library to prevent such acts?