As Danny’s offer lingered between them, she kept her eyes on him, weighing her options with care. His invitation was casual, sure, but there was something in his tone, in the way his gaze never wavered from hers, that told her this wasn’t just about a drink.
She wasn’t naïve. Bastien had drilled that out of her. Danny was testing her, seeing what kind of woman she really was. And Siora, for her part, was doing the same. Survival depended on more than just being quick with a blade or sharp with a tongue. You had to know people, and more importantly, you had to know who was worth trusting, even if only for a moment.
Siora couldn’t help but smirk to herself, she’d caught the challenge there. She might be new to this city, but she wasn’t about to back down from a little test of character.
She gave him one last appraising glance before turning on her heel, heading toward the direction of the Hanged Man. She could feel his presence just behind her as they made their way through the streets, his footsteps confident, each one a reminder that Danny was not someone to be underestimated. The narrow alleys and uneven cobblestones soon gave way to a more crowded part of Lowtown, where the noise of the bustling tavern could already be heard even before they reached the door.
The Hanged Man was just as Danny had described - noisy, rough, and filled with the kind of people who minded their own business. Mercenaries, smugglers, and those who lived on the edge of the law all blended together in a chaotic swirl of shouted conversations, clinking mugs, and the occasional burst of raucous laughter. Siora paused at the entrance, taking it all in before stepping inside.
She scanned the room quickly, her instincts kicking in, checking exits and corners. She spotted a table in the far corner, tucked away but still offering a decent view of the entire tavern. It was exactly the kind of spot she’d been looking for - out of the way, but not hidden. And most importantly, it allowed her to keep an eye on the comings and goings of everyone inside. She gestured toward it with a nod and made her way over. When they reached the table, Siora offered him the seat that gave the best view of the room.
Her eyes glinted with challenge. Siora knew how to work a crowd when she needed to, and if she could make a few coins while they drank, all the better. But part of her offer was also to test him - to see how much he wanted to hear her play, and maybe to gauge what kind of man he was when the tension of the night faded into the background.
She might not fully trust him, but she could already tell he was a man worth keeping an eye on. Just in case.
@Danny
She wasn’t naïve. Bastien had drilled that out of her. Danny was testing her, seeing what kind of woman she really was. And Siora, for her part, was doing the same. Survival depended on more than just being quick with a blade or sharp with a tongue. You had to know people, and more importantly, you had to know who was worth trusting, even if only for a moment.
Siora couldn’t help but smirk to herself, she’d caught the challenge there. She might be new to this city, but she wasn’t about to back down from a little test of character.
Alright then,she said with a small shrug, playing it casual.
And since you’re buyin', I suppose I can’t refuse, but I’ll still sing. Gotta start somewhere.
She gave him one last appraising glance before turning on her heel, heading toward the direction of the Hanged Man. She could feel his presence just behind her as they made their way through the streets, his footsteps confident, each one a reminder that Danny was not someone to be underestimated. The narrow alleys and uneven cobblestones soon gave way to a more crowded part of Lowtown, where the noise of the bustling tavern could already be heard even before they reached the door.
The Hanged Man was just as Danny had described - noisy, rough, and filled with the kind of people who minded their own business. Mercenaries, smugglers, and those who lived on the edge of the law all blended together in a chaotic swirl of shouted conversations, clinking mugs, and the occasional burst of raucous laughter. Siora paused at the entrance, taking it all in before stepping inside.
She scanned the room quickly, her instincts kicking in, checking exits and corners. She spotted a table in the far corner, tucked away but still offering a decent view of the entire tavern. It was exactly the kind of spot she’d been looking for - out of the way, but not hidden. And most importantly, it allowed her to keep an eye on the comings and goings of everyone inside. She gestured toward it with a nod and made her way over. When they reached the table, Siora offered him the seat that gave the best view of the room.
Your chair, Serrah,she said, a touch of amusement in her voice, posture exaggerated like some waiter.
After all, you seem to know the people who run this place better than I do.
So, this is the Hanged Man,she mused, glancing around.
You weren’t wrong about it being lively. Maybe I’ll sing more than one song then. If, of course, this place lives up to its reputation.
Her eyes glinted with challenge. Siora knew how to work a crowd when she needed to, and if she could make a few coins while they drank, all the better. But part of her offer was also to test him - to see how much he wanted to hear her play, and maybe to gauge what kind of man he was when the tension of the night faded into the background.
She might not fully trust him, but she could already tell he was a man worth keeping an eye on. Just in case.
@Danny
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