Brynnalia eyed the red-headed woman with a look, a wide-eyed smirk that hinted at both anticipation and amusement. "Oh?" She canted her head as she looked her up and down. "Recovered from yer fall I see. Sobered up fast enough."Â
"And who might ye be? His bookkeeper?" She swayed closer to both of them. "Because dear kind Warren here was just helping poor old me feel back at home with some company. Ye would not begrudge a girl fer wanting a handsome specimen like that across the table, hm?" She winked at Warren, then at Crofte with a wider grin. The bard certainly was not shy.
She clucked her tongue. "Tsk tsk. Crows. Such gamey things are for those who waste time indulging in silly things like propriety." She shrugged. "I prefer to sample all sorts of meats." She gave the room a quick scan, noting quite a few men. "Chest or thigh? That would be my dilemma. Not hens or crows."Â
Green eyes flickered to the red-head again. "Have ye sampled some recently? Ye look hungry."
"And who might ye be? His bookkeeper?" She swayed closer to both of them. "Because dear kind Warren here was just helping poor old me feel back at home with some company. Ye would not begrudge a girl fer wanting a handsome specimen like that across the table, hm?" She winked at Warren, then at Crofte with a wider grin. The bard certainly was not shy.
She clucked her tongue. "Tsk tsk. Crows. Such gamey things are for those who waste time indulging in silly things like propriety." She shrugged. "I prefer to sample all sorts of meats." She gave the room a quick scan, noting quite a few men. "Chest or thigh? That would be my dilemma. Not hens or crows."Â
Green eyes flickered to the red-head again. "Have ye sampled some recently? Ye look hungry."
