"So I heard there's some swamp bears in the northern regions causing problems in Grayhawke again."
Eral looked at her partner and frowned. He was too busy eating a bowl of stew, concentrating on a rather large piece of potato.
"Qinn, would you pay attention for one damn minute?" she growled, slamming her hand on the table. The impact shook the wood, making the plates at the other end clatter slightly. The woman got a few annoyed looks from the other patrons, but ignored them.
"What? What do you want, woman? I've already pleasured you enough for one day. Give me a break!" Qinn said, trying to not laugh.
Eral blushed bright red, raising a hand to slap him, but thought better of it. She knew how easily angered she was and decided to push her buttons whenever he got the chance. When the pair receieved a few interested looks, she put up her hands in defense.
"He's not...I'm not...no, we're not..."
"Don't fight it, Eral. No one will believe you."
Eral growled angrily and stormed out of the tavern, leaving her bow behind. When she realized she'd left it, she stormed back in, grabbed it, and stormed back out, all the while avoiding amused looks from other customers. She sat down on a log, waiting for her partner, though not enjoying the time alone at all.
When Qinn was finally done, he stood up and fished out five coppers to leave for the meal and made his way outside. He saw the angry Eral sitting cross-armed on the log, her face still red with anger.
"Oh come on, Eral, it's just a joke."
"Your jokes are far from funny!" she spat, not looking at him.
"Well, I'm sorry, then," he said. "Now about those swamp bears."
She looked at him, still angry. He gave her a hopeful grin, holding his hands out in offering.
"Only because we need the money," Eral said, standing up reluctantly.
He put an arm around her shoulder. "Come, friend! We will vaquish the enemy!"
"You're an idiot," she said, rolling her eyes as they walked.
"But I'm your favorite idiot, right?"
She couldn't help but grin a little. The two friends had been taking on jobs for a good few years already: taking care of pests in the form of rampaging beasts or simple annoyances, or even helping with odd jobs here and there. While it wasn't the best life, it was a fun life. They could travel wherever they wanted and see whatever they wanted.
But they were only friends, no matter how many passes Qinn made at her. She always rejected the idea, thinking of him more as an older brother.
"One of these days, Eral," Qinn always insisted.
"None of these days," she would always reply.
In the end, though, they made a great team, and had each other's backs in any situation. Just like now, when they signed up to hunt down the swamp bears in the place Qinn hated to go - the Southern Swamp.
"Let's get this done fast and get out of there," Qinn said with a grimace, accepting the scroll with the job details from the dispatch.
"Whatever you say, 'milord,'" Eral replied with a grin.