It was rather cozy inside the inn – and evidently not one of those awkward places where the sudden appearance of an elf might bring conversation to a halt. Good, maybe even safe. If the Free Marches turned out to be a little freer than Orlais, that was all to the better. She would prefer a comfortable bed for the night over some shade by the road.
But her entrance had not gone entirely unnoticed. Katrien held her ground as the stranger approached, brows lifting in expectation. The tall human struck a funny balance between charming and clumsy the moment he opened his mouth. She grinned and shook her head.
“First time, I admit.” Her gaze flicked away briefly, roaming the bar where he’d come from. He seemed to be alone – and drinking something stronger than beer. Not yet drunk, though, or else she’d guess that he wouldn’t be embarrassed at all.
“But you seem like an expert. Invite me to join you?” Katrien lifted her chin in challenge – though it probably didn’t have quite that effect from the stranger’s height – she imagined he had a pretty good view of the top of her head. Slipping past him, she made her way over to the bar.
In more familiar territory, she would have stolen his drink. But you never knew, so she kept her hands where they were and contented herself with examining the label on the bottle. He’d served himself, which was interesting.
“Is this your place?” He didn’t quite look like an innkeeper. Recently retired from a life of adventure, perhaps?
@Nathaniel Howe
But her entrance had not gone entirely unnoticed. Katrien held her ground as the stranger approached, brows lifting in expectation. The tall human struck a funny balance between charming and clumsy the moment he opened his mouth. She grinned and shook her head.
“First time, I admit.” Her gaze flicked away briefly, roaming the bar where he’d come from. He seemed to be alone – and drinking something stronger than beer. Not yet drunk, though, or else she’d guess that he wouldn’t be embarrassed at all.
“But you seem like an expert. Invite me to join you?” Katrien lifted her chin in challenge – though it probably didn’t have quite that effect from the stranger’s height – she imagined he had a pretty good view of the top of her head. Slipping past him, she made her way over to the bar.
In more familiar territory, she would have stolen his drink. But you never knew, so she kept her hands where they were and contented herself with examining the label on the bottle. He’d served himself, which was interesting.
“Is this your place?” He didn’t quite look like an innkeeper. Recently retired from a life of adventure, perhaps?
@Nathaniel Howe
07-30-2024, 05:31 PM
