[Past] You, Me and a Pitcher of Cream

Nairn studied her, as she held her hand up. Mmm, don't matter where you come from, now. Kirkwall'll take ya, and soon you'll be just another elf walking through these streets. The thought saddened him; that perhaps that ever-so-slightly earthy scent would fade, just as her innocence might. Would her smile crumble away the longer she stayed among the Coterie, accruing debt until she was trapped in a life she couldn't get away from?

They walked, in relative silence for a while. He let her figure her way around; only guided her if necessary. She was a fast learner. And then she was talking about a boat, and he grinned slightly, Aye, not a big one to start. He'd have to see about that; he was certain someone on the docks owed him a favor or two. And if they didn't... they would.

She offered her pipe, and he chuckled quietly, Na, might run into trouble yet. City's a dangerous place. But mebbe once we're back in the safe-lodge.