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that, he returned the cloth to her.
The warrior carefully placed it back in her pouch, taking a last look at the armor. With a devilish smirk, she slapped Diem on the stomach, making the old man howl with glee.
“I dare say you’re right. I couldn’t wear it again if my life depended on it.”
Chapter Five
THEY SPENT the rest of the morning and half the afternoon going through the shed, gathering anything that might be of use to the warrior when she left Rheumer. Diem had agreed to it easily enough after taking a look at her coin purse. While she had more gold than he'd seen in a long time, the coins were from all over the world, meaning the exact value of her money would depend on where she was, relations between various kingdoms, and many more factors he didn't even want to think about.
Economics had never been his strong suit, and after years of living in Rheumer, he couldn't even begin to guess what the global market was on gold. Everyone still used it, so he figured it was healthy, but still, each country used its own values for money.
As they finished putting what was of use in the shed into a crate, he explained to the warrior that she would do well to exchange her gold for a single currency type first chance she got. At her baffled look, he explained what he could of finance relations, but that just seemed to make her more confused. Not that he didn't understand. It always confused him, too.
With the crate packed away in the inn’s storeroom for the moment, they headed inside to see what Kate had fixed for lunch. Had they known the tempest they were about to walk into, they may have stayed outside and gone hungry. Diem would have for certain, and he figured his new friend would have as well.
"I don't care about any of that," Chara bellowed at her mother. "Has it ever crossed your mind, even once, that I don't want to get married?"
The warrior and Diem exchanged a look, then both sighed. Standing near the front doors of the common room, Lucy watched with wide eyes, while the few regulars who took their lunch late were quietly hurrying through the meals so they could escape.
Kate and Chara's arguments had, over the last few years, become legendary in the small village. Everyone knew the two would go at it with the drop of a hat, and everyone did their best to simply avoid them both once they had started a row. Typically, they kept it out of the common room, so Diem knew this was going to be one of those rare, special kinds of fights.
The kind where he ended up mediating. He really hated those.
"Why wouldn't you want to get married?" Kate shouted back, waving a cooking spoon at nothing in particular. "What else could a young woman possibly want more than that?"
"Anything!" Chara screamed.
"You only say that because you're young, and don't know any better," Kate roared back at her. "Once you have a husband and a child, you'll get it."
Screaming at the rafters, her daughter was turning red from rage. "I don't want to get it! By the Gods, how can you not understand this? I do not want to get married!"
The warrior eased back a step, only to find Diem's hand on her arm. She gave him her most pathetic look, but he just shook his head.
"This is war, friend, and you’re a soldier," he said softly. "Would you abandon a fellow in the midst of battle?"
She nodded quickly.
"Would not," he chided.
Her face fell.
Kate's face was pinched as she tried to control her anger and failed. "I swear, it's like you do this simply to defy me, girl. Hale is a good young man, and I know you care for him, so what difference does it make if I arranged something with his father?"
"You what?" Diem snapped.
Spinning, she saw her husband and the warrior for the first time, but instead of backing down, her hands fell to her hips. "He offered us a generous dowry for her hand. What was I supposed to do, say no?"
"Damn right you were," Diem bellowed, storming away from the warrior.
She was too shocked to be relieved.
The warrior carefully placed it back in her pouch, taking a last look at the armor. With a devilish smirk, she slapped Diem on the stomach, making the old man howl with glee.
“I dare say you’re right. I couldn’t wear it again if my life depended on it.”
Chapter Five
THEY SPENT the rest of the morning and half the afternoon going through the shed, gathering anything that might be of use to the warrior when she left Rheumer. Diem had agreed to it easily enough after taking a look at her coin purse. While she had more gold than he'd seen in a long time, the coins were from all over the world, meaning the exact value of her money would depend on where she was, relations between various kingdoms, and many more factors he didn't even want to think about.
Economics had never been his strong suit, and after years of living in Rheumer, he couldn't even begin to guess what the global market was on gold. Everyone still used it, so he figured it was healthy, but still, each country used its own values for money.
As they finished putting what was of use in the shed into a crate, he explained to the warrior that she would do well to exchange her gold for a single currency type first chance she got. At her baffled look, he explained what he could of finance relations, but that just seemed to make her more confused. Not that he didn't understand. It always confused him, too.
With the crate packed away in the inn’s storeroom for the moment, they headed inside to see what Kate had fixed for lunch. Had they known the tempest they were about to walk into, they may have stayed outside and gone hungry. Diem would have for certain, and he figured his new friend would have as well.
"I don't care about any of that," Chara bellowed at her mother. "Has it ever crossed your mind, even once, that I don't want to get married?"
The warrior and Diem exchanged a look, then both sighed. Standing near the front doors of the common room, Lucy watched with wide eyes, while the few regulars who took their lunch late were quietly hurrying through the meals so they could escape.
Kate and Chara's arguments had, over the last few years, become legendary in the small village. Everyone knew the two would go at it with the drop of a hat, and everyone did their best to simply avoid them both once they had started a row. Typically, they kept it out of the common room, so Diem knew this was going to be one of those rare, special kinds of fights.
The kind where he ended up mediating. He really hated those.
"Why wouldn't you want to get married?" Kate shouted back, waving a cooking spoon at nothing in particular. "What else could a young woman possibly want more than that?"
"Anything!" Chara screamed.
"You only say that because you're young, and don't know any better," Kate roared back at her. "Once you have a husband and a child, you'll get it."
Screaming at the rafters, her daughter was turning red from rage. "I don't want to get it! By the Gods, how can you not understand this? I do not want to get married!"
The warrior eased back a step, only to find Diem's hand on her arm. She gave him her most pathetic look, but he just shook his head.
"This is war, friend, and you’re a soldier," he said softly. "Would you abandon a fellow in the midst of battle?"
She nodded quickly.
"Would not," he chided.
Her face fell.
Kate's face was pinched as she tried to control her anger and failed. "I swear, it's like you do this simply to defy me, girl. Hale is a good young man, and I know you care for him, so what difference does it make if I arranged something with his father?"
"You what?" Diem snapped.
Spinning, she saw her husband and the warrior for the first time, but instead of backing down, her hands fell to her hips. "He offered us a generous dowry for her hand. What was I supposed to do, say no?"
"Damn right you were," Diem bellowed, storming away from the warrior.
She was too shocked to be relieved.
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