[Past] You, Me and a Pitcher of Cream

Nairn grinned at his Dalish companion, rolling his eyes. Nah, hope you never lose your Daley. Makes you unique in this city of misfits, he followed easily as she guided them, and shrugged when she asked about Ruth.

Could go find'im. More likely he'll find us, though. He commented, more interested in her promise of crashing on a couch with him. He's lived here a-while. Gets in and outta trouble, runs home to me when he needs protection. Another shrug.

Now, you were telling me about a reward? This woman could likely train him with enough rewards, if she cared to try. I've got my own sitting room, if you wanna. Less gawkers. He wasn't exactly the friendliest; and anytime he showed favor to anyone, especially females, they'd become targets for those he'd snubbed.