Danny watched Siora as she made her decision, his expression remaining impassive, but there was a flicker of approval in his eyes. She had the sense to weigh her options carefully, and that told him she might just survive in a place like Kirkwall. When she mentioned the Hanged Man, he gave a small nod. It was the right call—easier to disappear in a crowd than hide where everyone would notice an outsider.
As she thanked him, Danny just grunted in acknowledgment, his way of saying, *You’re welcome* without actually having to say the words. He wasn’t one for long, drawn-out goodbyes or unnecessary chatter. People came and went in this city, and most of them didn’t bother remembering faces or names. But something told him Siora wasn’t the type to forget, and he found himself curious if she’d end up needing to use his name after all.
Her parting words brought a smirk to his lips, though he didn’t let it linger too long. He liked her spirit, that was for sure. The city had a way of grinding people down, but it seemed like Siora had just enough grit to keep from getting swallowed whole.
He was about to turn back the way he came when she called out to him again, her voice cutting through the quiet of the alley. The question brought a chuckle out of him, low and rough. He hadn’t expected her to turn back, but then again, Kirkwall was full of surprises.
Danny looked her over once more, considering the offer.
Danny figured if she was going to make it in Kirkwall, she might as well start by getting to know the kind of people who ran the place. And if she stuck around long enough, who knew? Maybe she’d prove to be more useful than just another pretty face with a lute. He tilted his head, waiting for her answer, though he had a feeling she wouldn’t turn him down. Not tonight.
@Siora Craynore
As she thanked him, Danny just grunted in acknowledgment, his way of saying, *You’re welcome* without actually having to say the words. He wasn’t one for long, drawn-out goodbyes or unnecessary chatter. People came and went in this city, and most of them didn’t bother remembering faces or names. But something told him Siora wasn’t the type to forget, and he found himself curious if she’d end up needing to use his name after all.
Her parting words brought a smirk to his lips, though he didn’t let it linger too long. He liked her spirit, that was for sure. The city had a way of grinding people down, but it seemed like Siora had just enough grit to keep from getting swallowed whole.
He was about to turn back the way he came when she called out to him again, her voice cutting through the quiet of the alley. The question brought a chuckle out of him, low and rough. He hadn’t expected her to turn back, but then again, Kirkwall was full of surprises.
Danny looked her over once more, considering the offer.
Thirsty?he echoed, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a half-smile.
Yeah, you could say that. A good scrap always leaves a man parched.He took a few steps toward her, his stride easy and confident, like he owned the street they were standing on.
Tell you what, Siora, you come with me to the Hanged Man, and I’ll buy the first round. You’ve earned it after the night you’ve had. Besides, I could use the company—sick of drinkin’ with blokes who can’t hold their liquor.His tone was casual, but there was a sharpness behind his eyes that hinted at something more—an invitation, sure, but also a test. He wanted to see what she was really made of, now that the danger had passed.
Danny figured if she was going to make it in Kirkwall, she might as well start by getting to know the kind of people who ran the place. And if she stuck around long enough, who knew? Maybe she’d prove to be more useful than just another pretty face with a lute. He tilted his head, waiting for her answer, though he had a feeling she wouldn’t turn him down. Not tonight.
@Siora Craynore
08-22-2024, 10:33 AM
