Silence met her question and Miryn's jaw tightened. True, she wasn't a knight anymore and could no longer claim the respect that came with such a title, but when she talked, she still expected to be paid attention to. At least the miqo'te had acknowledged her presence.
His comments had Miryn cast him a sharp glance, eye narrowed. Between the hinted debauchery or implied violence, she wasn't sure which was worse. "This isn't the time for jokes," she said softly. "You dishonor the dead."
The duskwight man moved closer and Miryn instinctively stepped back to give his considerable stature more space. It was galling somehow, his arrival. An intrusion, almost. Having been the first one to find the body, Miryn felt a twisted sense of ownership with it, coupled with a duty to find out who'd killed him. The duskwight man clearly had his own agenda and the other three were just part of the backdrop. If he knew something, Miryn would offer her help. If he didn't, and was only looking to cause trouble... Well, she'd tackle that possibility only if it came to light.
Miryn went to stand near Zabine, who had fallen quiet. Did the other woman feel as unsettled as she did? Then Miryn sighed. Perhaps a different approach would convince the elezen man to speak.
"Ser," she said, managing not to sound sarcastic, "Do you require any assistance?"
His comments had Miryn cast him a sharp glance, eye narrowed. Between the hinted debauchery or implied violence, she wasn't sure which was worse. "This isn't the time for jokes," she said softly. "You dishonor the dead."
The duskwight man moved closer and Miryn instinctively stepped back to give his considerable stature more space. It was galling somehow, his arrival. An intrusion, almost. Having been the first one to find the body, Miryn felt a twisted sense of ownership with it, coupled with a duty to find out who'd killed him. The duskwight man clearly had his own agenda and the other three were just part of the backdrop. If he knew something, Miryn would offer her help. If he didn't, and was only looking to cause trouble... Well, she'd tackle that possibility only if it came to light.
Miryn went to stand near Zabine, who had fallen quiet. Did the other woman feel as unsettled as she did? Then Miryn sighed. Perhaps a different approach would convince the elezen man to speak.
"Ser," she said, managing not to sound sarcastic, "Do you require any assistance?"
