PM to join [The Rearing Stallion] A Drink Owed (Irathia)

[Terag]

He chuckled some at her story as well. He remembered seeing the man a few times before, it was interesting to hear about him being put into such a situation. Perhaps the half-blood had more interesting sides to her than Terag realized. He noticed that she kept covering her mouth, though he let it slide. He couldn't really blame her since the last time they had talked he had let his surprise slip at the sight of her teeth. That was more his own fault than anything. He took another sip of his own beer before continuing again. "Well then, now that is interesting. Cannot say I blame his reaction, especially if you were at the hotsprings. Though a snake person? I think I vaguely remember being told about their people, though the name of their race eludes me. Regardless, I suppose it is my time for a story then, yes?" He thought for a long moment before another story had come to mind. "Ah, the fight! I remember the time I fought that man, Faircroft. It was interesting. Granted, I can work a spear but I am no knight, there is a reason I stick to making weapons rather than wielding them. But there is a reason you do not underestimate an Isur. We were fighting, right? I thrust in with my warfork, he dodges it or blocks it off with his shield and follows back with a swish of his sword." Terag began using both of his hands as he spoke, acting out the motions of thrusting his warfork, and then using one hand to indicate the sword swing and it bounces off of his arm. "And the blade hits my arm, not a scratch mind you. Takes something much stronger than a normal sword to cut through this. But any way, we are going at it, back and forth, back and forth. I decide to try to take it out in one blow, aim for his neck, and stop of course I do not actually want to kill him. But anyways he sees through it and throws off my attack like it is nothing, nothing! But he follows up with an underhanded swing, but I go to catch the blade with my left hand. Well when my hand and his blade met, what do you think won?" Terag smiled for a short moment of silence, to let the anticipation build. "Well my hand won, big time. His blade snapped right in two! You have to be careful if you ever fight an Isur, Irathia. Watch out for our arms. When something is blessed by the gods it is something to be trifled with, yeah?" He chuckled a bit, smiling and shaking his head. He took another drink of his beer, about halfway through his beer now.

[Irathia]

She looked at her own blue arm while he told the story... She flexed it a bit, wondering if she had similar effects or if it was just a skin hue. She never truly tried to see if there was anything special about her arm, she felt like it would be a 'better safe than sorry' scenario. She wouldn't want to cripple herself, that would just be terrible if she did... She wouldn't be able to be a squire anymore, and she wouldn't be able to help other people. "Hey Terag...? What do you think of my arm." She said. "You said I had strong blood in me but... I have been feeling so weak lately... Like everything is out of my control." She said, she started to look a bit sad as she continued to stare at it. "It's just that I sometimes just think about what you said about my 'blood' before and..." She began to trail off as she began to be struck deep in thought... She shook her head, getting her focused on the Isur again.

[Terag]

Terag thought for a few moments over what she had said. It would seem she was definitely struggling with a bit more than just her teeth being a bit too sharp for a smith's liking. He thought for a moment that she might actually be wondering if she had the strength because of her blood? But strength for what, he did not know. He kept thinking over his words for a few long moments, trying to make sure that he said exactly as he meant in common. "Well let me speak in order that you brought these up, yes? Your arm is... fine I suppose? I mean, it is not as impervious as the arm of a full-blood Isur but it is still stronger than most. You do have the blood in you, but unless you use it then it means nothing, right? All Isurian started weak, and have weak moments, but we are a strong people. The same can be said for you, feeling weak only means you have room to improve, to train through. The same for feeling like you do not have control right?" He took a sip of his drink again as he thought of what to keep saying. "You see, my father made sure I learned that there is more than one type of strength. Strength of the body, of your heart, and mind. He especially stressed the first and last, he said with a strong enough mind you can overcome any challenge with your body, if you think it hard enough then you can force your body to learn to do it. Perhaps that is where you need to train? Not how to swing your sword better, but on how to control it. I think once you start there, then it will get easier? Also if you try small steps, when learning blacksmithing I was taught not to think about making it perfect, just the best I could make. And then make sure to do better next time." Another sip of his drink, "So same for you, maybe? Perhaps do not think 'I will get in control tomorrow', think instead 'I will have control for a moment longer' or 'I will gain control a moment sooner', yeah? Just like when you make a weapon, it takes each hit, each moment, to get to the end. Eventually if you learn to control enough moments then you will control it all?" He made a face after he finished speaking, he had confused himself for a moment. "Well regardless, you do have Isurian blood in you, so I am sure you can do it. We are masters at crafting and shaping right? So just shape yourself and your mind with that Isurian blood of yours. Easier said than done, but not impossible? Besides, our grip strength is legendary so I am sure if you decide to hold on then I doubt you will loose, no?" Terag winked a bit after his joke and chuckled once more, before taking another swig of his drink. It was almost empty but still tasted good.

[Irathia]

Irathia found comfort in the Isurs words... For some reason she found a bit of guidance from it even though her blood would probably be considered 'tainted' thanks to the fact she was half Zith... From what she heard about Isur they would really, really, not like the idea of a Zith and Isur mixing together to form herself... She sighed still as she pushed hair out of her face... She felt like she really needed to cut it soon, as it was getting hard to control at this point. "Thank you." She said before trying to take a drink, only to realize it was in fact, empty. "I drink really fast." She muttered as she stared at the empty cup, smacking her lips slightly before putting it back onto the table... She chuckled slightly as she tried to cheer herself up. "I suppose another story that was slightly funny was one time back home I was doing some cleaning with my fellow slaves. One guy had a bucket of water and he accidentally kicked the water over and slipped. I went to go help right, where I slip and fall on my arse. Everyone began to laugh, of course I did to, me and him struggled to get up as we kept slipping over each other. Thinking back at it I think he was trying to play with me slightly." She said as she rubbed her chin. Irathia shrugged slightly. "Of course we had to stop before our masters returned." She said. She didn't really realized that she revealed the fact that she was a slave to Terag, and she felt like it wouldn't really matter that she was a slave. She was free now doing her thing in Syliras, even though she is going through a crisis she was still free to choose what she wants. Of course nothing illegal, but she still got to choose and all.

[Terag]

He nodded in response to Irathia's thanks. It wasn't necessary, but he did hope whatever he did say did end up helping the lass. Partly to make up for the damage he had done last they met, and partly because she was at least half an Isur. Half was better than none after all. He listened to her story, chuckling slightly both at when she said she fell on her arse and a bit more so when she mentioned that he had perhaps been trying to play with her. Maybe a bit dense when it came to that department, it makes sense. What came most striking was that she was a slave, although this time he willed his face to remain passive. It wasn't like she had said she had killed a large number of innocents or anything, being a slave was not too bad as far as secrets went. Besides, the past was the past. People moved on to make their lives anew many times, her story was not that different from there. "Well as far as drinks go, for at least tonight you're now on your own if you want more. It is good though, is it not? In a general sense at least. Still holds nothin' to silverwine but it will do." Terag took another drink of his own mug, before realizing he was soon in the same predicament as her. An empty mug sure was a sad thing. He set his mug aside though, deciding that for now he was not going to get another drink. "An interesting story at the very least, let me see what else I have." Terag's voice trailed off a bit as he played with his goatee a bit, running his fingers and thumb down its sides. "Well, there was that one time an overly friendly young Isurian lass came into the smithy I was training at. Strong people with sculpted bodies tend to make more than one dangerous weapon, eh? She ran her hand down my left arm, asking a few questions about me and the shop and I swear I could not utter a single Isurian phrase to her. She seemed to get quite the kick out of it when my cheeks went as red as the coals in the forge." He chuckled a bit, "And the other smiths thought it was the funniest thing they had seen in a long time when they walked back in! That was one moment they have still yet to let me live down, I am sure of that." He chuckled a bit more, and looked at Irathia expectantly now. Hoping and daring her to try to give another and more amusing story.