The air blew out of Daegsatz' nose in a snort, though he offered a grin. "Ye be pushin' yer fibs a wee bit too hard if ye be thinkin' I'd believe a lady knight like yerself be readin' vulgar material while in a gaol. As for the lad, 'e worries too much. 'is father an' me been through far too much fer this ta cause a fuss fer 'im. An' this not be the first o' 'is schemes to end up like this."
Still, though the Roegadyn would never admit it, something about the paladin's kindness struck him. Limsa Lominsa was not cruel, but it was not soft either. Roen, however, seemed to be genuinely selfless. In the back of his mind, Daegsatz feared what would come about if she maintained contact with Nero. His thoughts were not eloquent, but the Sea Wolf trusted his instincts like no other. Roen expressed guilt over the "plan" she had concocted with the smuggler, but Daegsatz was too old to hold any sort of grudge. His attitude might shift when the landsickness set in, but for now, the paladin was the closest thing he had to a friend in this city.
In reality, the Roegadyn feared for his ward. Nero was hardly a young spring flower anymore--the lad was approaching his thirtieth year, yet Daegsatz saw in the Midlander's eyes a weariness reserved for old men and veterans. Perhaps it would be good for him to be with such a kind soul as Roen.
"No requests fer now, my ladyship," Daegsatz said gruffly, his sudden formality contrasting hard with his Lominsan accent. "I won't be one ta take advantage o' yer kindness so easily." He continued to munch at the bread and scratch at the floor in contemplation before cocking an eye at her. "Ye be takin' care o' Nero's fool arse, aye?" the Roegadyn rumbled. "I guarantee 'e be needin' yer compassion far more than me."
Still, though the Roegadyn would never admit it, something about the paladin's kindness struck him. Limsa Lominsa was not cruel, but it was not soft either. Roen, however, seemed to be genuinely selfless. In the back of his mind, Daegsatz feared what would come about if she maintained contact with Nero. His thoughts were not eloquent, but the Sea Wolf trusted his instincts like no other. Roen expressed guilt over the "plan" she had concocted with the smuggler, but Daegsatz was too old to hold any sort of grudge. His attitude might shift when the landsickness set in, but for now, the paladin was the closest thing he had to a friend in this city.
In reality, the Roegadyn feared for his ward. Nero was hardly a young spring flower anymore--the lad was approaching his thirtieth year, yet Daegsatz saw in the Midlander's eyes a weariness reserved for old men and veterans. Perhaps it would be good for him to be with such a kind soul as Roen.
"No requests fer now, my ladyship," Daegsatz said gruffly, his sudden formality contrasting hard with his Lominsan accent. "I won't be one ta take advantage o' yer kindness so easily." He continued to munch at the bread and scratch at the floor in contemplation before cocking an eye at her. "Ye be takin' care o' Nero's fool arse, aye?" the Roegadyn rumbled. "I guarantee 'e be needin' yer compassion far more than me."
