[Past] You, Me and a Pitcher of Cream

Nairn chuckled quietly, I'm one of the bogeymen, Megara. His voice is quiet, as he walked next to her, watching her pack the pipe with practiced ease. He doesn't elaborate on what that means, though he does rest a hand against the upper part of her back, guiding her as they walk and she prepared her pipe.

Mmm, I think we'll go by the docks and circle up to the tavern again. He hoped Ruth had found a body to keep him occupied, and would be gone by the time they returned.