Me and You and Awkward Silence

Danny watched her closely, noting the tension in her posture, the way her hand hovered near her boot. Smart move, he thought. She wasn’t going to be easily fooled, and he respected that. The city had a way of making people sharp, and it looked like Siora was catching on quick.

Fair enough, he replied with a nod, his tone still laced with that rough-edged humor. Can’t blame you for bein’ cautious. This city ain’t exactly known for its warm welcomes. He tilted his head slightly, considering her request. But if you’re lookin’ for a place to lay low, I’ve got a couple of suggestions that might do the trick.

He pointed down the alley towards the main street. If you’re stayin’ in Lowtown, you can head over to the Hanged Man, you’ll find a place where no one’s gonna give you a second look unless you’re buyin’ a round. The crowd’s a mix—mercs, smugglers, folks who’ve seen too much and said too little. It’s noisy, dirty, and the ale’s shite, but it’s a good spot to blend in.

Danny paused, then continued, But if you’re after something a bit quieter, and I don’t mean anything by this beyond your safety, a bit more outta sight, then the Elvhen Alienage might be a better bet. Elves there don’t bother with outsiders much, but they don’t ask questions, either. As long as you don’t stir up trouble, you’ll be left alone, and you don’t strike me as the sort to go poking around in things that don’t concern you, so you should be good there as well.

He took a step back, giving her some space, his hands held up in a show of peace. Look, I get it. You don’t know me, and I don’t know you. But this city’s full of bastards waitin’ to take advantage of folks like you. You need a place to catch your breath, those are your best bets. If you choose the Hanged Man and run into trouble you can always drop my name. He didn’t mention being the head enforcer for the Coterie, though he imagined if she started asking around about him, she’d find out soon enough on her own.

@Siora Craynore