Berrod followed in Crofte's wake as politely as he could manage, though he managed a heavy scowl at Warren. It was filled with mock resentment, but bore no true ill will. It didn't last long, and he turned once more to look at the back of the Sultansworn's head -- and no lower.Â
Unfortunately, his scowl returned at the sight of the heavily armored man. It was not meant in any overtly bad way, but it was not polite in the least. Berrod's disinterest in the fellow's luncheon could not be made more plain. Thankfully, distraction came in the form of the glasses.
He gave a careful inspection of his own and murmured a note of thanks. "You're too kind, Lady Crofte. I...have been abstaining from the drink for some time, but I don't think I'm such a cad to turn down one from someone I see only very briefly and infrequently."Â
Despite his disinterest in the armored man's lunch, the Highlander did seem to hold curiousity regarding his name. Among the many familiar forms that littered the Quicksand, this one remained alien.
Unfortunately, his scowl returned at the sight of the heavily armored man. It was not meant in any overtly bad way, but it was not polite in the least. Berrod's disinterest in the fellow's luncheon could not be made more plain. Thankfully, distraction came in the form of the glasses.
He gave a careful inspection of his own and murmured a note of thanks. "You're too kind, Lady Crofte. I...have been abstaining from the drink for some time, but I don't think I'm such a cad to turn down one from someone I see only very briefly and infrequently."Â
Despite his disinterest in the armored man's lunch, the Highlander did seem to hold curiousity regarding his name. Among the many familiar forms that littered the Quicksand, this one remained alien.
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