The Highlander looks pleased. "And why not? Too many bluster about honor, life and death, and all that is wrong in the world. I prefer to drink my wine over more pleasant conversation. And even better, scenery that is easy on the eye."
She pushes off from the railing, reclaming the glass of wine that was precariously balanced on the wooden beam. She is not favoring this strange tea that everyone seems to be high on. "And boxes or briefs -- it is very important. It guards some of your most precious things."
"Pray tell, what are some of your most precious things?"
She pushes off from the railing, reclaming the glass of wine that was precariously balanced on the wooden beam. She is not favoring this strange tea that everyone seems to be high on. "And boxes or briefs -- it is very important. It guards some of your most precious things."
"Pray tell, what are some of your most precious things?"
