WHO: Fenris, Jone, & YOU. WHAT: Fenris & Jone are back in Kirkwall. WHEN: When... people... are back in Kirkwall... waves hand. WHERE: KIRKWALL NOTES: None yet.
"Ow--" It doesn't actually hurt that much, the ear flick, it's just unexpected and throws Benedict off. This is the first time they've tried the question game, so he's scrambling to get his head where it belongs while also making sure he doesn't get killed by his own dumb feet; he successfully, if quite clumsily, evades the strike while shooting back, "the Silk Merchants' Guild--!"
"Better!" She gives him some space, wondering if the lad's yet noticed how she's stronger when she's close up, and how her style benefits from counterattacks. Another, more silent test. She holds her staff at the ready, so he may attack as he chooses.
Though he gives a little twitch as though to lunge forward, Bene meets Jone's eyes and stops himself, shoulders tensing. He's not going to take the bait, but glances from her poleaxe to her face, nervously anticipating a surprise.
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It doesn't actually hurt that much, the ear flick, it's just unexpected and throws Benedict off. This is the first time they've tried the question game, so he's scrambling to get his head where it belongs while also making sure he doesn't get killed by his own dumb feet; he successfully, if quite clumsily, evades the strike while shooting back, "the Silk Merchants' Guild--!"
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