They Call Me Strider [Inger Struddlefire]

[Doctor Yan Korab]

[member="Inger Strömfire"],


Tribal Settlement in Midvinter Frontier,
Tavern,


It was a dark little place among the harsh wilderness of Midvinter. A tavern in one of the remote tribal settlements that dotted the snow-clad planet, after all they had only one major city! Anyway, the shadows filling the tavern were parted here and there by lamps, few patrons remained still, chatting by the wooden tables, enjoying a meal or a flagon of ale. The aging barkeep would glance here or there from below his thick bushy grey eyebrows, equally grey stern eyes of the large man scanning the groups of Space-Viking patrons to make sure everything was in check, just in case somebody would start to get rowdy.


In one corner of the tavern there sat a dark cloaked figure, hunched slightly by the way he was sitting, the shadows covering his face exaggerated by the flickering light of the lamp on his table. From his visible lips and scruff a wooden smoking pipe poked out, puff of smoke escaping it from time to time as he took turns between watching the scraps of what used to be his meal, half-empty tankard, and other patrons of the tavern.

Doctor Yan was enjoying not being covered by a layer of snow, ice, or whipped by winds, for once, the tavern may have been darker and a bit more claustrophobic, but it was dry and warm, a nice shelter for the weary. On the table before him, near the plates covered in bits of left-over food was his dark leathery mask, scoured by the harsh climate and age equally, next to him, propped up by the wall was his longbow and quiver along with the steel claymore that burdened his back so often in case greater protection would be needed.

 

[Inger Strömfire]

Following the path that was so well worn in this path in the wilderness. It wasn't as if she could go back to her tribal village. It only took herself knowing that she must first come out to the Mountain that the gods had shaped. It was in that mountain that she would reshaped her new bow more then that it would also be where she would forged her lightsaber.

It had many metals that the swords was forged from. It had been many years since her father had brought her to the fire mountain of the gods. It wasn't for her own sword as she had choose another path one of huntress. Also of the medical herbalist, for her village that didn't come until later. It was the only way to get out of her late husband watchful eye, when he inflicted his wrath up her body. Ways of healing making the pain less.

Once again she was in her native clothing giving up her business suits for the duration she was on planet. Pushing through the snow as she came to the door after bitter wind had bit at her skin. Pushing the door she would need good spirit and food before moving on. Kicking off her snow shoes to put them by the hearth to dry them out. First thing wold be to order a large thing of mead. Then some meat that they had cooking over the pit.

Good, be to the gods for this place of rest, from the bitterness. Lets have good mead and great food, brought to me good sir. Turning to one of the many tables that had no one but seats. Couldn't help but sense the another in the force. Taking a table close as she wanted to see what bring someone like of their kind so far out.



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[Doctor Yan Korab]

[member="Inger Strömfire"],

The hooded man would look to the newcomer from beneath the grey shadows concealing his facial features. Funnily enough turns out there was another Space-Viking who did not enjoyed the cold, Doctor Jan thought he was the only one. And even more curious the beautiful woman would take a seat near him,

I bet she would look great in a business suit.

The Doctor thought to himself before adding,

I should invent business suits, I don't think we have those, or that I even should know what they are.

He would shrug to himself silently, puffing on a long wooden pipe between his lips before looking to the Force-sensitive woman seating in a table near him.


"Plenty of open tables in the tavern."

He would point out with a slightly raised brow beneath the cowl over his head, half asking why she was taking the seat near him, half asking her to keep distance without actually asking her to keep distance,

After all that would be rude!

 

[Inger Strömfire]

One like herself couldn't help but chuckle to herself. Being that she wasn't one to get so cozy with strangers. To her stranger she had to deal with enough of them. Finding herself unable to do much else then she put a slight smirk upon her face. This one didn't want her near her. Did he have a meeting of some sort about to go down. Maybe that was it or maybe just like she was at some points a loner. Either way she would see what his game.

"Well, seeing if I moved away from you so would go the warmth of the fire place. If you the sort of man that likes putting woman out in the cold you haven't met me.", needing to really get a fill for this one being a fighter or something else. In a way this was a great fun to her on her long journey out here this far. Speaking of that what was she doing so blasted far from the nearest village. Oh yea forgetting sometime or more like lack of experience. It was the gift of the gods had bestowed on her with this living force magic.

Giving a nod as she torn into her meal that of a she bear that hadn't eaten in days, washing it down with the good strong mead. Now that was something worth coming out here for mead if nothing else.

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[Doctor Yan Korab]

[member="Inger Strömfire"],


His gaze would look over her from the shadows beneath the concealing cowl as she spoke, puffing on the wooden pipe still before answering with,

"If cold really bothers you so,"

He would puff on his pipe slightly again,

"Then you can get a room upstairs, fireplaces there as well, and bed blankets to keep you warm."

While the woman intrigued him indeed, toying with him about putting her out in the cold, there was something about her he could not really put his finger on, something different and unfamiliar. Of course it was the feel of her presence in the Force, but the Doctor did not knew that, he never really felt another Force sensitive being so close.