Tani wouldn't have expected a woman garbed in the best cloth one could buy would be willing to traipse through Ul'dah with her. Minala's clothing was fine, while still being practical for the purpose of a traveling minstrel; it spoke much about her, without her needing to say a word. Once Tani had her fill of exploring the cloth with her fingers, she offered it back with brief thanks.
"For your trade, or for your pleasure?" The words came late, after the drinks had been accepted and tested. Tani had turned around on her stool, resting her back against the bar, watching the old musician in the back of the room, nearly hidden by the lighting.
"For your trade, or for your pleasure?" The words came late, after the drinks had been accepted and tested. Tani had turned around on her stool, resting her back against the bar, watching the old musician in the back of the room, nearly hidden by the lighting.
Precise. ⚜ Vivacious. ⚜ Wicked.
