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"And thus, it is my eternal destiny to deal with problems caused by the kind of dolts who live in a magical dreamworld where the laws of physics don't apply. Like my partner." He grimaced. "Programmers, the lot of them..."

"but here I am, and here you are."

"I'm think I'm going to be in one of the action departments, but I'm still in training, which apparently involves reading books and watching movies a bunch."

"What'd you study in college, Dagger?"

I mean, I meant to be melee, but Skyrim really pushes you to try and be good at everything. It's a classic CRPG problem.

Skyrim is basically a nature walk where occasionally people try to kill you. Anyways, I got to Riften. Which is a fun town and... why is this theme playing? :-P

So yeah. I've heard the Thives' Guild questline is good. So I'm gonna do that. I felt really bad about stealing from that Argonian, though. That was his *wedding ring*. Q.Q

...I think he got it back, though.

Dax rose from his seat and gave Dawn a small bow. "I think our time together is up, but Miss Dawn, it was wonderful meeting you. I look forward to that pizza."

((What? It is speed-dating, after all.))

"Thanks," she said when she felt she had it down to a smile. "I'm in RC 18, if you...actually, I don't know why you'd need to know that, especially since you can look up my ICEP without it if you have to, but I'm used to reciprocating."

"That's what everyone calls me anyways. Can't be bothered to change that."

He shrugged. "If there are cutural traditions of my people, I wouldn't know. Most Dragonborn don't go to college. Or get recruited to play tech support in an interdimensional conflict with the forces of darkness, where darkness is represented by some of the most eye-gouging writing I have ever read, and given the imbeciles that I have met over the years, believe me, that is saying something."

Dax pulled a small notebook out of his tunic and scribbled a number before tearing out the page and handing it to Dawn. "RC 1337—send me a message whenever you're free, and I'll make time for you."

"That sounds lovely. Do you know when you'll be free, or should we just set it up by ICEP?"

"And don't worry about New Cal—I've been there dozens of times. It's a nice place. Weather should be starting to cool off a bit, too," Dax added. "Make a day of it, maybe?"

"Green, though, especially on pizza. Or kalamata. Kalamata are delicious. I stopped liking black olives sometime after childhood, though--I'll eat them if they're around, I guess, but I definitely don't go looking for them."

"To be completely frank, I find pizza an absolutely horrid invention. Cheese makes me sick, and tomatoes? Absolutely disgusting. I'll accept nothing less than raw boar's meat."

He held it for another second before cracking up. "Nah, pizza's great. You like olives?"

"That sounds good, then," she said. "Have you tried the pizza in New Cal?" She paused. "You have tried pizza at all, right? I'm pretty sure you've been here at least...three years? Something like that? Because if you haven't, it's a crying shame and we're definitely getting some. Unless you have something against any of the ingredients."

"Fling or friends, it doesn't matter to me," he said. "So long as the food is good and the company better. And so far, you've been excellent company, Dawn." He smiled at her. "I wouldn't mind getting to know you better, no strings attached."

Annoyingly, her cheeks were heating up again. It was the suddenness of the invitation that had done it; she wasn't used to people flirting with her at random, and especially not with dinner offers. Definitely not dinner offers within half an hour of meeting her.

Then again, could this really be called random? It was technically a speed-dating event, and she had chosen to sit down here...

"I do like stories," she said cautiously, "and that really does sound pretty interesting--and, well, food is always great, I like food, everyone likes food--but I'm not, uh, really looking for...well, I came here mostly to make friends. Or maybe find someone to date, but that'd be more by chance, I think--I'm not really, seriously, actively looking. And, um, feel free to prove me wrong, but from the little bit I know about you, I don't really think we'd be looking for the same things there?"

"Who are you?" she asked. "And is there some title or greeting gesture or something you use I should know about? I don't think I've met anyone from your species before."

"I've lived a pretty long life—seen a lot of stuff, too. Skyship guard, lover of dragons, killer of demons, delver of the Elemental Planes..." Conspiratorially, he added, "It all sounds very impressive, but that's pretty typical of Dungeons and Dragons games. Still, if you'd like me to, I could share some more stories... maybe over dinner?"

"No wonder Jacques likes you. Well," she added, "I know it's not the only reason, but an adventurer? That's really cool."

Think of it as exercise on the problem 'How many different weaponscan we create on the theme of setting things on fire'?

Dax spread his hands. "What can I say? I was an adventurer. Crazy stunts like that happened every day for me."

"You what? Off a dragon? On a skyship?"

"Alright, I might have embellished the truth a little bit," he confessed. "I know how to do that in theory, but in practice? Give me a longbow any day, please. I've got the strength score of a mealworm." He gave Dawn an easy smile. "Now, doing a backflip off a dragon and onto the skyship below? Been there, done that."

"I haven't seen you eating at all. You can really hunt with your bare hands, though? Because if you can, that's pretty impressive."

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Luckily Ix was around to tell me how to get it right this time. Thanks, Ix!

Dagger gave a noncomittal shrug. "And to what great personage do I owe the pleasure?"