Tyran
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He coolly leaned against the wall beside Lord Blackburn's desk and surveyed the room. His arms crossed and eyebrow lifted as he took in the sight of Lavender. She had clearly been on a long journey and immediately came to collect her bounty upon entering Laleyla. Her boots were of good quality leather and reached her knee, they were absolutely covered in mud and God knows whatever else. His eyes followed up the length of her long legs and took in how her pants hugged her thighs and ass. Her pants buttoned at her waist and she had a plain white shirt, clumsily tucked into them. Her sleeves hung loose and covered her hands, he could barely see her dirty fingers peaking out of the bottom. Her vest was open, allowing him to take in the site of her lean torso and chest. The V of her large shirt dipped just to the top of her cleavage and gave him all kinds of thoughts about what she looked like in various states of undress and how she may look before him on lonely nights. He looked at her lips and her hazel eyes thought he would die if she were ever to smile his way. Her braided blond hair was also clumped with mud and really she was completely out of sorts. While there was no denying her beauty, she was as frigid as they come. However, there was something between them. An undeniable pull and he could tell from the way she was looking at him, she was also trying to decipher what had just happened.
Lavender could feel him with face partially obscured by shadow take her in and she suddenly felt a little insecure. She almost felt naked. Her walls stood strong but man she wished she had just taken the time to at least rinse the mud and horse s**t from her hair and boots before coming in here. Of course the plan was to do this alone. How could she have known two gorgeous men would be present for her bounty drop? No one knew what Lord Blackburn looked like except for those in his closest of circles and she had never even heard of him having a right hand man. Which mean he must be exceptional at his job, whatever that may be.
"Lavender, dear, this is Tyran. He is a part of my proposition and you must be willing to work together to accomplish this task I will set before you. It is too arduous to do alone and I realize you don't exactly work with people but I can make this worth your while," as Lord Blackburn made the statement he motioned for Tyran to come out into the room just a but further and stand beside the chest. The light from candles on the desk and fireplace bathed him in a pleasant light and Lavender could actually distinguish more of his handsome features.
He stood beside the chest and rested lightly against the desk with his hands crammed in his pockets. It was possible he felt just as exposed as she did. He looked to be a young man, similar in age to Lavender with tousled black hair and stormy grey eyes. He narrowed his eyes and smirked when he noticed Lavender doing her own once over. He lifted his hands out of his pockets placed them on beside him on either side of the desk almost giving her permission to look all she wanted. She could tell her was in a similar line of work for his hands were rough and his skin was well tanned from riding out in the sun for long hours. She knew he rode a lot from his muscular thighs and his upper body was clearly not lacking judging by the tightness of his shirt and vest. His vest was oddly ornate for someone of his station and the shirt below was button in a fashion similar to Lord Blackburn, just showing the top of his broad chest. Clearly they had been working together for most of the day to formulate whatever proposition this was. Even sitting upon the desk, Lavender could tell he was tall; taller than her which is no small accomplishment. If she had to guess, her forehead would probably come right to his mouth. Now her attention was on his mouth as his tongue flicked out to quickly wet his lips.
"I think I'd enjoy a romp with either of them, but definitely not in my current state. Why didn't I think to stop for two seconds and just clean up. I haven't had a proper bath in over a week and I stink to high heavens," Lavender thought to herself. She was completely mortified with the situation found herself in, but intrigued by the thought of working with the dashing stranger. She sighed and finally broke the tense silence between the three of them.
"Okay Lord Blackburn, you have my attention. What is your proposition?"
"Well you could take this chest of gold home now, but where is the fun or sense of adventure in that? For good measure I will show you I am a man of my word and have Tyran open the chest."
Tyran wordlessly heft the small chest onto the desk beside him and opened it. Inside showed more gold than Lavender had ever seen in her life. While she grew up in comfort, she never truly knew luxury. She could live carefree for months on that, possibly years if she played her cards right. Without any signal, Tyran snapped the lid on the chest shut and crossed his arms. He looked at Lord Blackburn to continue.
"As you can see Lavender, I really am a generous man when you fulfill your responsibility to me. You consistently do your job and I will reward you quite nicely, which brings me to my question... How would react if I said I could get one hundred chests just like that and give them to you? I am sure you would be one of the richest women alive and you would only need to do one task for me. Hell, I could even just go ahead and give you half of this now to get you and Tyran started."
Lavender's eyes widen in shock. She had never seen one chest with that much gold, much less one hundred? This is insane. She would never have to work, anything she wanted she could have. He could tell he had her interest and continued.
"Really the task is simple, a fool's errand. I would do it myself but I am stuck here putting out little fires like Torg and I simply cannot allow my servants to become lax in my absence. My simple request Lavender is to take ol' Tyran here and hunt down and kill the last of the filthy dragons."
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