Have you ever licked a lam{p} post in winter? - DAO

[glow=red,2,300]"Of course," Master Varathorn responded, "Show me what you have and tell me what you need and I'll see if we can strike up a deal here."[/glow]

[glow=red,2,300]Varathorn looked over her daggers, eyes narowing a bit as he brought them closer to his face to see better. He nodded a bit and said, "Sharpened, these could make good hunting knives for the clan... a fair trade can be made for these, and I do have wonderfully made daggers I can give you in exchange. Either way, I'll still have this old pair sharpened."

He set the dagger down and turned around, looking at the chests on the back, looking them over until he saw the one he wanted. He opened it, and inside, Andromeda could see many finely crafted, unique daggers, each with only one other the same. The pairs were tied together with thick pieces of leather. He put on a pair of gloves to protect his hands as he sorted through the perfectly sharpened pairs, picking one up and examining it before turning to her, looking at her then the daggers. He looked at the fine details carved into the blade, the material it was made from, the handle, then shook his head, putting that pair back and sorting through once more. He did this many more times before he took out a pair, did the same thing, and smiled. He brought the pair over to her, untying the leather strips from the daggers.

"I think these will be best. Lightweight, but extremely sharp. The material is strong, and should last you a very long time. A fair trade for something that will help my clan greatly," Master Varathron said, taking her old daggers and tapping his apprentice on the shoulder. "Sharpen these, lad," He told him, to which he got a nod in response.

The Master Varathorn returned to Andromeda and asked, "What do you think?"

The daggers were a sparkling silver (although most likely not made of silver), extremely sharp and never used. They had beautiful swirls lovingly etched into the surface of the daggers, the swirls creating horses in the designs, as well as halla and some other animals. The handles were easy the grip but soft, like the leather had been roughed up a bit specifically to be soft. It was sturdy, though, and would most definitely last a long time. [/glow]

[glow=red,2,300]"I'm afraid that we can't give up at the moment. We must tend to our wounded, and we have little food. The hunters aren't permitted into the forest until the threat of attack has lowered or disappeared, so what food we have now is all we have for ourselves," Master Varathorn said, "If I had some to spare, I would certainly trade it, but we can't."[/glow]

[glow=red,2,300]"It's quite alright. You and your group seem to have a long journey ahead, and those would be things you need. Sadly, we cannot spare any," Master Varathorn replied.

He was about to get back to work when she spoke. He looked to the comb and picked it up, looking it over. He had to look closely before he could tell who it belonged to, if anyone at all. Fortunately, it wasn't the one he'd been thinking of. Just another one he had made on the off chance someone would want it. He looked at Sparrow and said, "That depends on what you have to offer for it."[/glow]

[glow=red,2,300]Master Varathorn looked quite amazed to see the herbs there, in front of him, in such a large abundance. "There is no way a reasonable man could turn these down in a time such as thing. It is yours," He told her, taking the herbs from her and handing her the comb. [/glow]

[glow=darkgreen,2,300]Bandon turned to her and nodded a bit when she spoke, Lanaya looking over his shoulder at her. She didn't say anything, though her look was pointed, as if to say to leave them be without words.

"Where is Maeron? He walked off but didn't return; you saw him, yes?" Bandon asked with a worried tone to his voice, "I would look for him myself but I fear I've angered him... I don't want to leave camp without him at my side."[/glow]

[glow=darkgreen,2,300]Bandon seemed confused when Andromeda's posture went from proud to afraid, and he put a hand on her shoulder gently as he asked, "Are... are you ok?"

When she simply said she'd go look for Maeron, he was even more confused. Was she trying to avoid him?Was she upset about something he did, or...

He turned to Lanaya questioningly, but she only shrugged her shoulders. He sighed and looked over his shoulder at her as she walked away, letting a feeling of guilt settle over him. He continued his conversation with Lanaya continue halfheartedly, responding with only short sentences.[/glow]

[glow=red,2,300]Maeron was a little bit out of the clan, in the forest. He could still be seen, but he and his halla, who had followed him there, were staying outside of the unfamiliar clan. Sure, the clan did feel homey to him, but he didn't want to be around Bandon and that girl. For some reason, he just couldn't be. He was leaning on a tree, twisting his dagger around in his hand. Senna was next to him, nibbling on some grass next to where Maeron was standing.[/glow]

[glow=red,2,300]"In part, I suppose," Maeron huffed, looking at the dirt path, "I just... I don't know why I hate him talking to her so much."

He ran a hand through his hair, his gaze moving from the dirt to the sky, which was almost unable to be seen through all the trees. He felt guilt for just storming off that way, the look he knew Bandon must have had on his face. He wondered if he'd made him feel guilty for talking to someone he knew simply by walking away. He wondered if he was hurt by the thought he might be angry at him. That just made him feel more guilt, so he pushed the thoughts from his mind.

"Foolish, I think, for me to act like that," He sighed, "Saying thing bitterly and walking off without letting him know it's not him I'm mad at. Lanaya seem like she'd nice but she... she does feel something for him and for some reason I don't want her to..."[/glow]

[glow=red,2,300]Maeron's face flushed bright red at what she said, and he tensed just a bit. "N-no I... no, I don't feel that way about him it's just... we're friends and I don't want anything more," He stuttered, his voice even wavering a bit, "He's my best friend, that's all... a-and I haven't seen him for years and he just showed up again I... I just want to talk with him, that's all..."

He twisted his dagger between his hands, simply spinning it around so his hands had something to do. Maeron didn't really know how else to respond. He was always afraid of those kinds of feelings, especially after the last person he dared open his heart to romantically was killed by a stupid accident with a possessed mirror. He didn't want the same thing to happened... not again. The flirting was just for fun, he'd never meant it... right?

Now he was just confused on how he felt. The elf looked at his dagger, say his face reflected in it's perfectly clean surface, and sighed. He'd just... keep avoiding Bandon for now. Yeah, that seemed like the most reasonable option. Just stay away from him and it will go away. He won't get hurt, he won't die, he won't end up like Tamlen, as long as he stayed away from him for a while and let the feelings fade. Perfect. Great plan.[/glow]

[glow=red,2,300]"I..." Part of him said no, which frightened him a little, "Yes, that must be it..."

He looked over to the camp, then his halla. "Yes, we should. I... I'll go find Alistair, Morrigan, Leliana, and Sten. You get Bandon," The elf declared, guiding Senna off before she could protest. Anyone but Bandon... let him stay away from Bandon for a while. Set things straight in his head. [/glow]