“Rum as promised,†Roen announced triumphantly when the barred door closed behind her. She gave the Lalafellin guard a smile over her shoulder as he walked away, with a small shake of his head. The paladin had implored to his sense of sympathy, in that Daegsatz was a Sea Wolf pirate and they drank nothing but rum. It was offered as a jest, but whether it was funny or not, the guard let her through with a roll of his eyes.
“It is the favored drink of the pirates, aye?†She settled to a seat on the cot, a bit more at ease this third time, as she handed him the waterskin. She also began to lay out the rest of the contents in the basket: a book, a piece of dried meat, and some La Noscean oranges. She had Miss Jarara to thank in discovering the juicy fruit, and hoped that the flavors of home would bring a bit of cheer to the Roegadyn.
“I could not find Mister Bellveil for one of his infamous memoirs, so I had brought this book of Ishgardian faerie tales instead,†the paladin said cheerfully, before she spotted the faint scratchings on the stony floor. She squinted as she could not quite make out what she was looking at and gave Daegsatz an arched brow in question.
Roen first looked to his hand where she saw the filed fingernails. “I could get you a bit of chalk perhaps?â€
“It is the favored drink of the pirates, aye?†She settled to a seat on the cot, a bit more at ease this third time, as she handed him the waterskin. She also began to lay out the rest of the contents in the basket: a book, a piece of dried meat, and some La Noscean oranges. She had Miss Jarara to thank in discovering the juicy fruit, and hoped that the flavors of home would bring a bit of cheer to the Roegadyn.
“I could not find Mister Bellveil for one of his infamous memoirs, so I had brought this book of Ishgardian faerie tales instead,†the paladin said cheerfully, before she spotted the faint scratchings on the stony floor. She squinted as she could not quite make out what she was looking at and gave Daegsatz an arched brow in question.
Roen first looked to his hand where she saw the filed fingernails. “I could get you a bit of chalk perhaps?â€
