
The prospect of reprieve from his busy day was tempting enough to stay the emerging scowl. Instead, Berrod returned a smile that was small and brief, gone within blinking. "I can take a short break," He conceded, "Though I'll have juice, or water. No drink for me today."
Despite his acceptance of the invitation the Highlander's eyes made a wary flit to glance upon the ironclad fellow. This time, his scowl shone in all its surly glory. "Interesting, you say," He murmured, "That gives me the impression that there's something wrong with him. Let's go have that drink then, and consider it my treat."
Less and less did his outward demeanor reflect Berrod's desire to flee -- to a point where he almost looked comfortable. Finally the leather-clad bulk of his form shifted in the direction of the bar.
Despite his acceptance of the invitation the Highlander's eyes made a wary flit to glance upon the ironclad fellow. This time, his scowl shone in all its surly glory. "Interesting, you say," He murmured, "That gives me the impression that there's something wrong with him. Let's go have that drink then, and consider it my treat."
Less and less did his outward demeanor reflect Berrod's desire to flee -- to a point where he almost looked comfortable. Finally the leather-clad bulk of his form shifted in the direction of the bar.