As the talks went on, and the negotiations got nowhere, thorkild started scraping and cleaning his pipe. After Ravens suggestion to wait for sir Dagger, he stepped forward, looked at the women and banged his pipe on the side of the table "BAM BAM BAM"
He then turned around and headed for the door.
Torkilds expression had soured as the talks seemed to get nowhere.
After Raven had spoken Torkild said with an angry voice "And before you answer, make note of this; i am leaving this place with my payment. Either you give it to me, or I take what is owed."
As he was speaking, Torkild moved closer to the table, picked up his dagger and sheathed it.
Nodding to the merchant, Torkild says:
"Yes payment is sure overdue, and thank you for the concern. The fault of late payment falls not on you or the ladys shoulders, it's a repeating pro..."
looking over at Raven and Diob.
"oh let me rephrase; a tradition in the Iron Dagger business."
Torkild stands politely smiling. Though when the talks go to the rat people, a look of disgust flashes over his face.
Rooster had positioned himself close to Raven and as far away from Magnus as he could. When the women entered the room he bowed courtly and stood tall and proud during the talking. When he was introduced he laid down his dagger on the table in front of him, and smiled politely to the others.
Making sure to enter right after Sir Raven, Thorkild arrived at the meeting. Somehow he had managed to make himself presentable in the small time since the patrol and he came in with his chin up and looking over the room with calculating eyes. He chose wine when the servant asked and followed after Sir Raven, all the while looking at the merchant with a smile on his mouth, but not in his eyes.
Tired and hungry Torkild barely registered the knife flying by him as he was sitting down. Pulling the small knife back and forth he freed it form the table and started cutting the cheese with it.
"No I don't think so. Not as they look now, you can't fit these pieces of cheese on a bread. The knife is too small for cutting cheese! You will need to work on your knife making." he said looking at the uneven lumps of cheese.
Giving up on using the small knife he threw it over his head without looking. Then he pulled his dagger and started cutting more precise pieces
After another uneventful patrol Torkild fund himself back at the Iron daggers qaurters. Standing in the the doorway he looked at the others. They were humming about their books and letters as usual.
"please don't get up for me." he said grinning. They glanced up, but otherwise ignored him. The group had lost some of it's bravado he thought to himself. He cursed the city and it's dulness for the 100'th time this morning.
Scanning the room for food he saw some bread and cheese at one of the tables and moved towards it. He hadn't eaten anything all day and was starving.
Letting Magnus boast Torkild walks around the corner fixing his clothes. Looking up from buttoning his shirt he sees the other mercenary band and the guards training. He stands leaning against his spear and looks at the troops. Some of the excersises the men are doing they have gotten from him. Being second in command in battle for Sir Raven he has been in charge of training the Iron Daggers for some time now. Sometimes men from other groups join and he recognises some faces.
Some of them are quite good fighters. Torkild thinks to himself. So far he has lost a few duels to others from the city.
"But only a few" he mutters raising his chin and standing proud.
Fuming more and more Torkild takes his gloves and slaps Magnus's hand as he is reaching for the flask.
Torkild says:
"No you can not! You goddamned son of a whore."
As he takes the flask and starts chugging, he stops halfway, remembering that it is not water in the flask. He spits out what he has in his mouth and starts coughing.
Seeing this, Magnus starts laughing out loud. Rooster looks up with bloodshoot eyes, the anger overtakes him and he leaps at Magnus shoving them both in to the mud of the street.
As the sun now lights up the streets, both the dogs and the daggers fighting in the mud, starts of yet another day in the life of the Coterie of the Iron Daggers.
After Torkild is done cursing Magnus, he gathers up Magnus's gear and walks outside. Making his way to the start of the patrol route, Torkild thinks of ways to punish Magnus for not joining the patrol.
As he stands there thinking, his eyes catches movement in front of him. Two street dogs are growling at each other, standing around a puddle of water. Thorkild stops and looks at the scene of the two dogs. He thinks to himself "What wretched creatures, fighting over a puddle"
Across the small street someone shouts "Torkild!" He looks around and sees a big man entering from one of the alleys. A look of anger crosses Torkilds face. The man walks towards him smiling, one of his eyes purple and swollen. It's Magnus.
Torkild wakes up early, stirred by the morning call of the rooster.
He looks around the room of the iron daggers, the place looking like a battlefield from the night before. Luckily he is a trained warrior and nimbly jumps over the empty jugs and "dead" comrades.
Gathering his clothes and gear he hears the city of copperdale slowly waking up. For some time now the Iron Daggers had functioned as guards in the district of the East Blackwood Company.
At first it was a welcome rest from the travelling and the wars, but now the days had become mundane. The patrolling day in and day out had taken a toll on his pride and his sanity. Mumbling about this not being a warriors life, Torkild grabs a jug from the table and takes a swig. The unknown liquid burns, and clears his mind.
A blurred memory of Sir Raven giving him orders yesterday passes his mind. He suddenly remembers that it is his turn to patrol the streets with Magnus. He looks around at his comrades streewn about the room and thinks to himself "but where is Magnus..."
