[Past] You, Me and a Pitcher of Cream

Megara snorted, Yeah… good luck to Kirkwall on that count. Did you not see all the plants?Her head shook lightly, if there wasn’t a plant, or something green and leafy growing in her residence there was something very wrong in the world. Can take the Daley out of the woods, but this one won’t lose it. I like growing things too much and I’m still getting used to the weird city smell, can't place it. You remind me of ashwood though. Her nose would wrinkle slightly, but quickly unfurl as a grin replaced it.

She was taking a draw from the pipe when he added a final word on the topic of boats, catching her attention though unsure of where it was heading, left it unanswered for memorising the district. Having company helped and soon she was the one guiding them back to safe harbour, though there were options and Megara mulled over them as he refused the pipe.

Then I guess to the safe-lodge it is… could go back to the bar and find your friend, but that’s opposite to home for me. They’d already walked around a bit, it made little sense they double, triple back on themselves for one wayward elf. Will he be alright? Meg had an inkling the smart mouth would be fine, but the two had only interacted for a short spell, she didn’t know him like Nairn did. We can crash on a couch and you can take a toke or two. Wee reward for your trouble.