“Ah, my mistake. But it is such a curious name, no?” Katrien relaxed by slow fractions. If the owner had a daughter to protect, perhaps this place wasn’t particularly dangerous. Or perhaps she was simply reading the man beside her. He seemed quite comfortable here, and his attitude was charming in its way. “We are not so far from Kirkwall, after all. Hardly what I would call a backwater.”
She accepted the glass with a little nod, considering the contents as carefully as she’d done the bottle. Much to her chagrin, she had always been a lightweight when it came to spirits. This one drink would have to last if she wanted to keep her wits about her. She took a sip, wrinkling her nose briefly as the fumes burned her sinuses.
Alas, it seemed doubtful that this establishment would have good Orlesian wine. The spirits on offer seemed … Very expedient and strong, at the least.
“My name is Catherine. But you may call me Kat, monsieur Nathaniel.” A small lie, one that could be later explained away as simply as, perhaps you misheard. Names were precious and she only had the one.
“Forgive me, but do you know the Marches well? I could use some advice, if you do.” She turned toward him, setting her glass very near to his and letting her hand linger on the counter.
“My homeland remains under siege by monsters. My dear brothers and I are looking to relocate and I thought Kirkwall might do. Unfortunately, I don’t think it suits.” Because it was already full of criminals, of course. Nathaniel probably didn’t need to know that.
“Are all the city states so rough?” She took up her glass again, letting her hand brush his for just a second.
@Nathaniel Howe
She accepted the glass with a little nod, considering the contents as carefully as she’d done the bottle. Much to her chagrin, she had always been a lightweight when it came to spirits. This one drink would have to last if she wanted to keep her wits about her. She took a sip, wrinkling her nose briefly as the fumes burned her sinuses.
Alas, it seemed doubtful that this establishment would have good Orlesian wine. The spirits on offer seemed … Very expedient and strong, at the least.
“My name is Catherine. But you may call me Kat, monsieur Nathaniel.” A small lie, one that could be later explained away as simply as, perhaps you misheard. Names were precious and she only had the one.
“Forgive me, but do you know the Marches well? I could use some advice, if you do.” She turned toward him, setting her glass very near to his and letting her hand linger on the counter.
“My homeland remains under siege by monsters. My dear brothers and I are looking to relocate and I thought Kirkwall might do. Unfortunately, I don’t think it suits.” Because it was already full of criminals, of course. Nathaniel probably didn’t need to know that.
“Are all the city states so rough?” She took up her glass again, letting her hand brush his for just a second.
@Nathaniel Howe
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