[Past] You, Me and a Pitcher of Cream

Nairn chuckled, Well, I disappeared into the shadows before he could get a hand on me... and Bertie smoothed it over. Though his laughter faded as she abandoned her pint, hands outstretched towards him. He shook his head slightly.

Later'll be fine. Sure it's nothin' though. Probably just pulled a muscle.

And then, in an attempt to keep wandering eyes off of him, he'd changed the topic. He'd claim it was to save her from her fumble. They weren't in the Coterie drinking hall; a public one. But she was still new... And she'd forgotten that magic was outlawed.

She seemed more than willing, downing the rest of her pint, and suggested a guessing game. Hah! Alright. We'll start heading in that direction... and you tell me where we're going before we get there. He offered.

They left the tavern and started walking down an alley, a backway to Lowtown. He quietly pointed out people, murmuring their names, occupation, and let her know whether to avoid them or if she could go to them for help.