Careful attention is given to Abaigeal as she takes a sip of water. The large man seems to relax slightly, reaching out to take the glass when she offers it back to him. He wastes no time, immediately pressing the glass to his lips and gulping down the cool liquid as if he will never get the opportunity to do so again. In a matter of seconds the glass is drained and hammered onto the table loudly when the man's hand comes crashing down, giving a satisfied nod. His eyes never leave hers, his gaze piercing and seeming to be constantly searching for something. He speaks again, this time his tone strengthened by a refreshing drink, and his baritone voice booms forth unrestrained.
"Each and every word we speak has meaning. Everything that leaves your lips, no matter how insignificant you may believe it to be, defines who you are. You come to me and greet me as a fellow Gladiator, yet you lack something that a true Gladiator possesses. You think me strange. And rightfully so, for you are a creature of the coast. You are not fit for the desert. I will give you enough credit to say that this is by choice rather than ineptitude."
The patron rises to his feet as fluidly as plate armor will allow, still holding the tall woman's gaze. He stands to his full height and looks down to her, forcing her to look up if she wishes to continue looking into his eyes. "There are so few of us. How is it that I find you in the most unlikely of places? Who are you? Why are you here?" His commanding tone carries a strong hint of curiosity, his gaze constantly searching for an answer as if it cannot be spoken.
"Each and every word we speak has meaning. Everything that leaves your lips, no matter how insignificant you may believe it to be, defines who you are. You come to me and greet me as a fellow Gladiator, yet you lack something that a true Gladiator possesses. You think me strange. And rightfully so, for you are a creature of the coast. You are not fit for the desert. I will give you enough credit to say that this is by choice rather than ineptitude."
The patron rises to his feet as fluidly as plate armor will allow, still holding the tall woman's gaze. He stands to his full height and looks down to her, forcing her to look up if she wishes to continue looking into his eyes. "There are so few of us. How is it that I find you in the most unlikely of places? Who are you? Why are you here?" His commanding tone carries a strong hint of curiosity, his gaze constantly searching for an answer as if it cannot be spoken.
