by Reaver » Thu Sep 29, 2016 5:31 pm
Katherine had been traveling on the road for a bit, a backpack on her back containing all her armor and supplies. Strapped to her waist was a mighty great axe, faint engravings on the metal head and a worn-down leather handle from much use and training. A standard-issue imperial spear was wedged between her back and the bag, even more weathered than the great axe and rightfully so since it had used to belong to her father. It was a hot day so she had opted for wearing light and simple clothes, figuring that the giant axe on her side would ward off any that thought her to be easy prey on the road.
She heard the caravan long before it caught up to her, but instead of passing her it came to a stop a couple of feet in front of her. At first, Katherine thought it was a slavers' carvan and would try to sell her some slaves that she already she knew she wouldn't need. However it turned out to be something quite similar, slaves for a gladiator ring and they were offering her money to help transport them. "Very well. I was going down this road anyways and I could use the coin." The slaves didn't look like much, but then again they never did which was why they were slaves, although the cat-girl did stick out, being naked and quite voluptuous. She wasn't even bound. Probably because a noble already bought her and wants her in pristine condition. She thought as she glanced over the rest. They were the run-of-the-mill dirty slaves, most of them looking vaguely Imperial, although Katherine would never claim them as one of her kind, and the other one looking like a savage from Nordaugh or maybe the steppes. Taking a position on the right side of the cart and towards the back so she could keep an eye on the one that was tied to the wagon and walking, she did seem like the most trouble after all. She kept a casual grip with one hand on her axe, more to be ready for anything than out of any sense of danger, quietly enjoying the heat and the walk. That was until the barbarian in the back opened her mouth.
Most of it was savage-talk in a foreign tongue, but Katherine definitely recognized a few of the words as Nordaugh dialect. Who knew that hearing so many of their warcries and last words before she cut their damn heads off would have paid off in this way? The savage girl had definitely said whore, ass, maybe sword and warrior but that was all she was willing to try translating, not even wanting to think too much on whatever the dirt-sniffer said. "I guess you haven't gotten around to breaking in this slave have you?" Shouting so the guards in the front could hear her. "She's cussing up a storm back here and spitting all over the place." Pausing to leap over a mud puddle. "Where'd you even pick that bitch up? Raided some barbarian village and stole one of their girls?" Chuckling as she glanced back at the slave and grinned. "I wonder if she can even handle a weapon or just dick. Can you even understand me, you backwater barbarian?" Talking directly to Aesa but loud enough for everyone else to hear. "Have you learned the imperial tongue yet or have you been too busy using your own tongue to learn it?" Slowing down so she was walking next to the girl but farther than where her shackles would allow her to reach. "Or is speaking gibberish and spitting the only things you can do?" A bit of disdain seeping into her voice. Katherine had lived in Belfort long enough to know that Nordaugh were capable of very little besides warfare. She doubted this girl would be any different and actually hoped she wouldn't just so she'd have someone to inflict discipline on. Her father and the garrison had trained her to be a centurion, a fate she had never been able to reach because of corruption in the ranks. If she couldn't use her skills in service to the empire then she'd use them for her own ends and amusement.
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