Warren's attention had drifted back to the floor in general. His role was to observe, to mitigate any sort of malicious activity and provide a sense of security to those around him. He didn't like to think of it as eavesdropping, but he knew what he was doing. He was used to keeping his expression blank and guarded but that was strained when he saw his colleague slip inside and approach the bar. She quietly asked for something, her soft words murmured on the periphery of his hearing, and he fought the urge to investigate.
"I'm guessing you and Ser Crofte have fans, ser."
Warren turned his direction in the sound of the voice and tried to slip an amused expression on his face.
"People will talk, as always. If those rumors are of romance, well... I'd much rather hear those than the usual." He gave the miqo'te a knowing nod, tilting his head slightly as if to invite a counter-point he knew wouldn't come.
"I'm guessing you and Ser Crofte have fans, ser."
Warren turned his direction in the sound of the voice and tried to slip an amused expression on his face.
"People will talk, as always. If those rumors are of romance, well... I'd much rather hear those than the usual." He gave the miqo'te a knowing nod, tilting his head slightly as if to invite a counter-point he knew wouldn't come.
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