Danny leaned back in his seat, arms still crossed as he watched Siora set up with her lute. His eyes narrowed with an approving glint when she started strumming, the playful notes cutting through the usual tavern clamor. He hadn’t expected her to jump right in like that, but he couldn’t say he was disappointed. In fact, it was exactly the kind of move that would catch people’s attention, and in a place like the Hanged Man, that could be both a blessing and a curse. But Siora had guts, and he respected that.
When the song took off, Danny’s smirk deepened, though he kept his expression mostly neutral. The folk tune was light, almost jaunty, the kind of song that got the drunkards to sway in their seats and the more sober ones to start tapping their feet. He scanned the room, noticing a few heads turning, some smiles creeping across the patrons’ faces as they got into the rhythm. It wasn’t long before a couple of them started clapping along, the atmosphere in the tavern lightening just a touch.
Danny took another long drink, savoring the bitter taste of his ale as Siora’s voice rang out clearer and stronger. He wasn’t one for folk music, but he could appreciate a good performance when he heard one, and she was pulling it off without a hitch. When she threw a glance his way, there was a hint of amusement in his eyes, as if silently acknowledging she’d risen to the challenge.
By the time she wrapped up the song and the scattered applause began, Danny set his mug down with a loud thunk, uncrossing his arms. He looked at her, his grin a little more crooked now, less guarded.
Leaning forward, he rested his elbows on the table, eyes locking onto hers with a sharper edge now.
@Siora Craynore
When the song took off, Danny’s smirk deepened, though he kept his expression mostly neutral. The folk tune was light, almost jaunty, the kind of song that got the drunkards to sway in their seats and the more sober ones to start tapping their feet. He scanned the room, noticing a few heads turning, some smiles creeping across the patrons’ faces as they got into the rhythm. It wasn’t long before a couple of them started clapping along, the atmosphere in the tavern lightening just a touch.
Danny took another long drink, savoring the bitter taste of his ale as Siora’s voice rang out clearer and stronger. He wasn’t one for folk music, but he could appreciate a good performance when he heard one, and she was pulling it off without a hitch. When she threw a glance his way, there was a hint of amusement in his eyes, as if silently acknowledging she’d risen to the challenge.
By the time she wrapped up the song and the scattered applause began, Danny set his mug down with a loud thunk, uncrossing his arms. He looked at her, his grin a little more crooked now, less guarded.
Well, I’ll give it to ya,he said, his voice carrying over the fading claps.
You’ve got more balls than half the blokes in this place. And the song ain’t bad either. Worth it?He let the question linger in the air for a second before giving a casual shrug.
Yeah. Worth it. Couldn’t hurt to hear a few more if you’re up for it. Might even convince some of these sorry sods to buy ya a drink.He chuckled, his tone half teasing, half serious.
Leaning forward, he rested his elbows on the table, eyes locking onto hers with a sharper edge now.
But don’t get too comfortable. Kirkwall’s a shitshow, love. Even in a place like this, you never know who’s listening... or what they want.His voice lowered slightly, taking on a more serious tone.
Keep that in mind if you’re plannin’ on hangin’ round here long. Trust is a rare fuckin’ commodity, so don’t hand it out for free.
@Siora Craynore
10-19-2024, 12:13 PM
