[WFRP2e] The Power of One - Part 2 - "Transire Benefaciendo"

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Taalia Giovanni


Taalia should have been offended by the young mercenary's swift one eighty when witnessing her scarred face. She should have. But, by now, the girl had just gotten used to them. Whenever she had saw herself in a mirror or the reflection of a pond, that's what she beheld. There was no changing that, as much as she'd like to. Where the merc saw the marring of beauty and an unpleasant veneer, Taalia saw memories of a time when she was weak and in chains, a life-long lesson she would never forget nor relinquish. And so, when the boys obvious attempts at flirtation skidded to a halt faster than an excited dog, Taalia just pursed a lip, raised a slender whitened eyebrow and gave him a knowing look before turning her gaze over to Bella, whom was having struggles of her own. Taalia knew the girl better than everyone, and she could tell she was not in her element. It was one thing to be fawned over by a single, romantic interest, but to be the centre of attention for a group of young, professional warriors who likely hadn't seen a woman in months, let alone one of Bella's attractive properties, well, it was little wonder she quickly grew to dislike being the centre of attention.

Taalia was going to move over and try to break the growing ice, but thankfully a bearded captain stepped in instead. Something of a mercenary herself now, Taalia offered a darkly humored smile towards her friend as she approached and gave her shoulder a reassuring rub. That was when the sounds of barking and doggy-whining entered her ears.

Turning her head, inhaling that beautiful mountain air, Taalia spotted the two types of pooches - unusual in gait and appearance, moreso than she was used to. Perhaps the shepardess had become accustomed to canines similar to Corvo and his fearsome mother, contrasted with the intelligent and agile sheepdog Rocco. Instead, these ones seemed more...mixed? Versatile? They did not seem particularly specialised for a certain purpose, rather they were here to do...whatever it was that they did. Given the situation the mercenary camp was in and its proximity to the baying, brutal greenskins, Taalia would have guestimated that the only dogs they'd have present would be those of Corvo's presuasion: big, heavy set, block-like heads and powerful jaws. The type of dog that could sniff out an enemy and harass them while their human masters maneuvered into position to put in the killing lead shots.

But these...

Furrowing her brow, smirking, the Shepardess also remembered her promise to Adolpho's daughter: to catalogue the unusual dogs she saw.

Taalia would collect her writing kit and moved over towards the owner of the dogs, or at least their attendnatn.

"I've never seen breeds like those..." she started off, smiling at the man and then down at the pooches.

"What type are they? What's their purpose?"



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If the attendant doesn't mind, Taalia will write the information and names about the breeds, as well as take sketches of them.