Katrien inclined her head, listening and wondering what had driven this new acquaintance to wander for most of his life. He was— Well, she wouldn’t say old, but not young, either. He had crows feet and lovely smile lines that she would not mind seeing again.
“Oh, horseshit. It all still counts, even if the journeys you made were not for pleasure.” Or else she would have to consider herself merely a wanderer as well. Rarely did she have time for anything that did not further her and Winnie’s goals – or Briala’s in the past. She was very pleased to have turned this encounter towards the former. Now, she didn’t have to feel any guilt for lingering.
“Then we have an accord, dear Nathaniel. But please, do not leave your poor bunnies to spoil on my account. They deserve to be delicious.” Kat patted his arm and considered the alcohol in her glass. She had lived through too many hard times to let free food or drink go to waste. Resolute, she drank it to the dregs, unable to entirely suppress a wince. Recovering quickly, she set her glass back on the bar upside down.
“We’ll go in the morning. Kirkwall for supplies and then onward to see what we can see.”
Her man. It was an amusing thought, provoking an unladylike snort. Not so many years ago in Orlais, you would never hear a human say such a thing to an elf. Or if you did, the other humans would make that one regret it in time. Or the other elves. Kat produced a few thin silver coins from one of her many pockets and stacked them on the bar beside her empty glass. Surely enough in the raw metal to cover a room and a meal, though she suspected Orlesian currency might suffer on the exchange rate.
@Nathaniel Howe
“Oh, horseshit. It all still counts, even if the journeys you made were not for pleasure.” Or else she would have to consider herself merely a wanderer as well. Rarely did she have time for anything that did not further her and Winnie’s goals – or Briala’s in the past. She was very pleased to have turned this encounter towards the former. Now, she didn’t have to feel any guilt for lingering.
“Then we have an accord, dear Nathaniel. But please, do not leave your poor bunnies to spoil on my account. They deserve to be delicious.” Kat patted his arm and considered the alcohol in her glass. She had lived through too many hard times to let free food or drink go to waste. Resolute, she drank it to the dregs, unable to entirely suppress a wince. Recovering quickly, she set her glass back on the bar upside down.
“We’ll go in the morning. Kirkwall for supplies and then onward to see what we can see.”
Her man. It was an amusing thought, provoking an unladylike snort. Not so many years ago in Orlais, you would never hear a human say such a thing to an elf. Or if you did, the other humans would make that one regret it in time. Or the other elves. Kat produced a few thin silver coins from one of her many pockets and stacked them on the bar beside her empty glass. Surely enough in the raw metal to cover a room and a meal, though she suspected Orlesian currency might suffer on the exchange rate.
@Nathaniel Howe
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