That’s the price of secrecy

Horus tilted his head, giving Dora a once-over with the exaggerated curiosity of a man halfway through his fourth—or was it fifth?—drink. His braided hair swung lightly as he did, and his grin, lopsided and rakish, widened to match Ruth’s introduction.

Ah, so you’re the famous Mistress of Parts, are you? he said, voice lilting as though the phrase was a title of noble standing. He leaned forward on his elbows, his mug still in one hand. Must say, love, I’m impressed. Bringing beer to the table like that? You’ve already won me over. Ruth, you’ve been holding out on me.

He shot Ruth a mock-accusatory glance before turning back to Dora, extending a hand with a flourish that was somehow both gallant and absurdly theatrical. Horus, as the rogue over there mentioned. Captain, scoundrel, occasional lute critic. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mistress Dora.

Settling back into his chair, he took another sip from his mug, his eyes sparkling mischievously. Now, I’ve got to ask. How’d you come by Ruth here? Normally, he’s too slippery for decent company, but somehow you’ve managed to keep him in your orbit. Magic? Chains? Or just good ale?

Horus gave Ruth a sly grin, clearly enjoying the interplay as he gestured to the new pitcher of beer. And don’t let me distract from the most pressing matter at hand. Pour me a refill, and we’ll get this party to full tilt.

As he leaned back, he tapped his fingers on the table in rhythm with the bard’s music now filling the room, his mood light and entirely too confident—just the way he liked it.

@Theodora Oridotti
@Ruth Yoesif