She had always been a firm believer that Luck, had always been on her side, so when she had lost the match, she knew that either her luck had changed, or the match had been rigged. Well, there he was, so her luck was still intact, and never had left her. She fought hard, to not jump from her seat, the moment she had seen the older man come into the bar, sidle up to the bar and then start drinking. She had fought hard, not to leap up, and throw her arms around his neck, in an uncharacteristic show of affection for her.
And she fought hard now, as the corner of her lips turned upward into a smile to him. "[color=#2ecc40]I'm a hard woman to kill, after all. You made sure of it, Ser.[/color]"
She used a foot to nudge a chair at her table out, for him, as she caught the bar keeps attention with a hand, and gestured for another round of ale to the table. She had coin, she had done well before heading this way -- a few underground fights, a killing that she had researched well enough to know it was more than deserved. Two small cuts to the top of her thigh, where she kept record of all her kills. To remind herself that she was an assassin, but that she should never take enough lives that she had to cover her body with their memory. That, and never anyone who didn't really deserve it. "[color=#2ecc40]Join me, we have much catching up to do, and, how many years ahead of us now?[/color]"
She didn't know about any conflict, but if Bajie should mention it, she'd be honor bound, her own honor, to help him. She owed him her life, and as much as she had liked to tell Ailwin that she didn't keep a tally of debts, she kept every single one of them, when it came to the only man that had ever been a father to her. "[color=#2ecc40]I'm not sure if anything much has changed since back then. It doesn't feel like it.[/color]"
She was still fighting the urge to jump up and hug him, all the more emotional she felt on the inside, even if her face was hard to read if she was happy or not. He had known her, for a large part of her life though, he would know she was happy, wouldn't he?
And she fought hard now, as the corner of her lips turned upward into a smile to him. "[color=#2ecc40]I'm a hard woman to kill, after all. You made sure of it, Ser.[/color]"
She used a foot to nudge a chair at her table out, for him, as she caught the bar keeps attention with a hand, and gestured for another round of ale to the table. She had coin, she had done well before heading this way -- a few underground fights, a killing that she had researched well enough to know it was more than deserved. Two small cuts to the top of her thigh, where she kept record of all her kills. To remind herself that she was an assassin, but that she should never take enough lives that she had to cover her body with their memory. That, and never anyone who didn't really deserve it. "[color=#2ecc40]Join me, we have much catching up to do, and, how many years ahead of us now?[/color]"
She didn't know about any conflict, but if Bajie should mention it, she'd be honor bound, her own honor, to help him. She owed him her life, and as much as she had liked to tell Ailwin that she didn't keep a tally of debts, she kept every single one of them, when it came to the only man that had ever been a father to her. "[color=#2ecc40]I'm not sure if anything much has changed since back then. It doesn't feel like it.[/color]"
She was still fighting the urge to jump up and hug him, all the more emotional she felt on the inside, even if her face was hard to read if she was happy or not. He had known her, for a large part of her life though, he would know she was happy, wouldn't he?
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