Who had entirely reasonable expectations given what he knew his son could do but Clarc had been trying to give them the benefit of the doubt, perhaps even sell the rest of his wares. But they'd had to be thieves.
Very sore thieves now.
There wasn't anything strange on the bandits; they were just local roughs out for something free and easy. As they stood and talked, a few of them came stumbling through the trees to see how their companions had done. Upon seeing Clarc and a newcomer, one of them pointed at the boy.
"Demon! He's Demon-possessed! He threw us half to Kirkwall, three of us! With one hand!" He looked over at Bull. "I'll give you the last of my gold to cut him down with that big sword of yours, Giant! Cut him down before he kills us all!"
...Clarc's response to this wasn't particularly demonic. He facepalmed.
Bull looked over at Clarc, looking him up and down. In his book that was a serious accusation and not one to just dismiss. "Are you?" He raises an eyebrow, hand reaching for the handle of his axe.
"I saw 'im! His eyes glowed an unholy red when he got angry!"
Clarc couldn't help the flush of shame at the mention of it. That was a new ability, one he was still getting a handle on, and sometimes it showed when he was extremely annoyed. But it didn't make him a demon!
"I'm the one trying to sell vegetables and you're the one trying to rob me on the road. Which one sounds more like a demon, huh?"
Bull raises an eyebrow at that. "Your eyes glowed... red?" That sounded disturbingly like something the red templars might do. He rubs his forehead. Something in his gut told him this guy wasn't a demon though. "I have some friends who can help with that."
"I'm fine and I'm not demon and I don't need any help with anything." He pointed at his cart. "I just want to get my cart home, or the pieces of it anyway, and not get in trouble with my father."
He turned to glare at the bandit.
"And if you don't stop with this nonsense, I'm going to toss you back into the woods and then the bears can deal with you since I'm tired of it."
Bull frowns and then rubs his forehead. This sounded like a headache, but he also knows he has to investigate it. No matter what Clark was he has to make sure he isn't dangerous.
"How about I help you out? A qunari tend to scare scum like them away." He nods to the bandit.
He'd been about to say something because he didn't want the other man to trouble himself, but he can figure out what the real angle is as his shoulders slump. Ugh, this could get complicated.
"If you really want to. I just figured you have better things to do than escort a farmer and his broken cart for no pay."
"Not really." he lied smoothly. "A day or two off work won't harm me." He heads over to the cart to inspect the damage, trying to see what he could do to fix it.
Two of the wheels are shot, honestly, and one of the sides of the cart have been yanked loose, another side singed. Clark walks over behind him to pick up the handles; he's out a couple of wheels, sure, but he can get it home. It'd be easier if no one was watching; he could just lift it then.
He looks a little skeptical at letting the other man take the handle before sighing and letting him have it. It's heavier than he'd made it look. But he does take the hand when it's offered.
"Not too far," and there's a glance back at the bandits who appear to have decided that the both of them are not something they want to deal with.
"It's just about a mile this way before we hit my family's farm. And I'm sure you'll be offered dinner when we get in, considering the hour. My mother's always liked visitors."
Bull raises an eyebrow at that. "Even a Qunari? Around here I am lucky if I am not chased away with pitchforks." But he does have a smile even if he is constantly watching their surroundings.
It takes some effort not to chuckle at that, considering.
"Yes, even a Qunari. You're more likely to have to turn away offers than anything else with the two of them. My father would appreciate another pair of shoulders like you around the farm, after all."
"You don't need much training to haul things around," he points out with a faint smile.
But he waves off the other concerns.
"We're a small village, but most of the people there are very kind. And our farm's a decent way out of town from everyone else. The worst thing you should be prepared to fend off is more pie from my mother."
Clarc nods before picking up the pace and heading for the barn. He has to unload the wares before they can go in, after all. And it looks like his father's gone inside already.
"My parents are Jon and Marta. Though they'll probably introduce themselves. Should I introduce you as the Iron Bull?"
"Just keep in mind what I told you and don't expect them to hate you at first sight."
He smiles over at Bull.
"I didn't."
Then he's working double time to unload the wares. If Bull notices, the boy is... well, he's significantly less troubled by the weight of things than someone his size would generally be.
Oh Bull notices, but he decides not to say anything. Better to check out what kind of parents this guy had first of all. Once they are done he lets Clarc lead the way to the house and makes sure his hands are whiped clean and his weapons are out of view.
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Date: 2016-08-24 12:14 pm (UTC)Then he moves to check out the bandits, patting them down to find any identification or sign of them being anything other than just plain bandits.
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Date: 2016-08-24 12:25 pm (UTC)Who had entirely reasonable expectations given what he knew his son could do but Clarc had been trying to give them the benefit of the doubt, perhaps even sell the rest of his wares. But they'd had to be thieves.
Very sore thieves now.
There wasn't anything strange on the bandits; they were just local roughs out for something free and easy. As they stood and talked, a few of them came stumbling through the trees to see how their companions had done. Upon seeing Clarc and a newcomer, one of them pointed at the boy.
"Demon! He's Demon-possessed! He threw us half to Kirkwall, three of us! With one hand!" He looked over at Bull. "I'll give you the last of my gold to cut him down with that big sword of yours, Giant! Cut him down before he kills us all!"
...Clarc's response to this wasn't particularly demonic. He facepalmed.
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Date: 2016-08-25 08:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-25 08:15 pm (UTC)"No, I'm not a demon," he said firmly.
The bandit shook his head FIRMLY.
"I saw 'im! His eyes glowed an unholy red when he got angry!"
Clarc couldn't help the flush of shame at the mention of it. That was a new ability, one he was still getting a handle on, and sometimes it showed when he was extremely annoyed. But it didn't make him a demon!
"I'm the one trying to sell vegetables and you're the one trying to rob me on the road. Which one sounds more like a demon, huh?"
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Date: 2016-09-02 07:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-03 12:35 am (UTC)"I'm fine and I'm not demon and I don't need any help with anything." He pointed at his cart. "I just want to get my cart home, or the pieces of it anyway, and not get in trouble with my father."
He turned to glare at the bandit.
"And if you don't stop with this nonsense, I'm going to toss you back into the woods and then the bears can deal with you since I'm tired of it."
Bull just got a withering look.
"Sorry you got involved in all this."
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Date: 2017-02-16 12:14 pm (UTC)"How about I help you out? A qunari tend to scare scum like them away." He nods to the bandit.
"Not that I think you need it but it can't hurt."
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Date: 2017-02-16 01:13 pm (UTC)"If you really want to. I just figured you have better things to do than escort a farmer and his broken cart for no pay."
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Date: 2017-02-16 01:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-02-16 02:03 pm (UTC)"Off work?"
A pause before.
"What is it you do?"
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Date: 2017-02-16 02:18 pm (UTC)He comes over and grabs one of the handles, helping him pull it.
"I am the Iron Bull." He offers his hand.
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Date: 2017-02-16 02:25 pm (UTC)"Clarc," he says with a nod.
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Date: 2017-02-16 05:52 pm (UTC)Bull smiles and puts his back into the work, doing his share of it. And he doesn't complain as they walk.
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Date: 2017-02-16 07:52 pm (UTC)"Not too far," and there's a glance back at the bandits who appear to have decided that the both of them are not something they want to deal with.
"It's just about a mile this way before we hit my family's farm. And I'm sure you'll be offered dinner when we get in, considering the hour. My mother's always liked visitors."
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Date: 2017-02-16 07:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-02-16 08:08 pm (UTC)"Yes, even a Qunari. You're more likely to have to turn away offers than anything else with the two of them. My father would appreciate another pair of shoulders like you around the farm, after all."
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Date: 2017-02-16 08:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-02-16 08:15 pm (UTC)But he waves off the other concerns.
"We're a small village, but most of the people there are very kind. And our farm's a decent way out of town from everyone else. The worst thing you should be prepared to fend off is more pie from my mother."
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Date: 2017-02-16 08:20 pm (UTC)"But I'll make sure to at least work off my stay for the night."
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Date: 2017-02-17 12:21 pm (UTC)He points a ways down the road.
"Just after that turn, we ought to be there."
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Date: 2017-02-17 08:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-02-18 08:57 pm (UTC)"My parents are Jon and Marta. Though they'll probably introduce themselves. Should I introduce you as the Iron Bull?"
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Date: 2017-02-18 08:58 pm (UTC)"Anything in particular I should know about them?"
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Date: 2017-02-19 04:02 pm (UTC)He smiles over at Bull.
"I didn't."
Then he's working double time to unload the wares. If Bull notices, the boy is... well, he's significantly less troubled by the weight of things than someone his size would generally be.
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