Roen’s expression quickly soured at the mention of Nero, though she tried to hide it as best she could.
“Ah. Nay. He and I…we do not do things like this.†She chewed her lower lip. The paladin turned toward his cell, crossed the threshold to retrieve the music box that had long stopped playing. She closed the lid, her fingers tracing the ornate metal carvings on it.
“We mostly argue,†she confessed quietly. “Then we argue some more. I would think something like this would only bring about more ridicule.†Her eyes narrowed, as if steeling herself against the imaginary barbs that would await her in their next meeting. "He is an angry man, your captain."
When Roen turned back around, it was with a forced, cheerful smile. “But I daresay, after today, you might be a bit more refined than he.â€
“Even though I know you will never speak of it.â€
“Ah. Nay. He and I…we do not do things like this.†She chewed her lower lip. The paladin turned toward his cell, crossed the threshold to retrieve the music box that had long stopped playing. She closed the lid, her fingers tracing the ornate metal carvings on it.
“We mostly argue,†she confessed quietly. “Then we argue some more. I would think something like this would only bring about more ridicule.†Her eyes narrowed, as if steeling herself against the imaginary barbs that would await her in their next meeting. "He is an angry man, your captain."
When Roen turned back around, it was with a forced, cheerful smile. “But I daresay, after today, you might be a bit more refined than he.â€
“Even though I know you will never speak of it.â€
