Coatleque finally worked up the nerve to stand once more. She turned and walked around the column and sidled up next to Warren, but she resisted the urge to pull him away. Her gaze fell over the bard with a half annoyed look.
"I'm sorry, Ma'am. Ser Castille already has dinner plans tonight, I believe."
She may have just been tired, or perhaps there was a genuine twinge of jealousy. Regardless she immediately regretted the next words from her mouth.
"Unless you can't work on an empty stomach, in which case I hear the crow is quite nice."
"I'm sorry, Ma'am. Ser Castille already has dinner plans tonight, I believe."
She may have just been tired, or perhaps there was a genuine twinge of jealousy. Regardless she immediately regretted the next words from her mouth.
"Unless you can't work on an empty stomach, in which case I hear the crow is quite nice."
